As the presiding officer of the tournament announced the start of the competition, people immediately appeared on the stage, and after saluting each other, the competition began.

One of the two men had a scar on his face, densely covered on the left side of his face like a centipede, and the other had a good face, but his stature was very low, only about 1.6 meters.

After the two saluted, the scar-faced man sneered and pounced, and he didn't know when there was a long knife in his hand, and he slashed towards the dwarf door with a loud shout.

"Hoo ......"

A dull breath sounded, and then the dwarf suddenly turned his whole body like a whirlwind, facing the scar-faced man, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"I'll go, this dwarf is really a little crazy, and he actually wants to fight hard with the scar-faced man?"

Some people were surprised, and they all shook their heads, not thinking that this dwarf could win, and just as they were about to taunt, the dwarf suddenly broke out.

A strong force burst out, and it was a strong man in the Innate Great Perfection realm, who seemed to be proficient in some secret arts, and as soon as he made a move, he shook the scar-faced man away.

"Poof!"

The scar-faced man flew out upside down, a palm-sized depression appeared in his chest, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he died on the spot.

"This ......"

The audience was frightened by this bloody and violent nature, and for a while, no one in the audience was willing to speak.

They were all suppressed, and after watching the martial arts tournament for several years, they had never seen such a bloody scene in the first act.

"Do these two have a grudge?" Some people were quick to give themselves a reasonable answer.

However, as time went by, after the second and third fights, among those contestants, the worst of the losing side was vomiting blood, which made the audience understand that this tournament seemed to have become much more cruel.

"Oh my God, I'm a little excited, it's really good to look at this martial arts competition, what kind of professional boxer are you fighting is much better."

"Yes, it's really worth the ticket this time, no wonder the ticket price has doubled this year than usual, but it's really worth it!"

"Hey, if I were a martial artist, I would never have worked so hard to cultivate for so long, wouldn't it be good to live a stable life, it's really not worth it."

"Maybe there's something to fight for, I think it's very likely, if not, it wouldn't be like this."

After the audience came back to their senses, they all began to whisper, feeling that this competition was really different.

Seeing that the opening scene was so cruel, Jin Lao couldn't help but nod and chuckle, thinking that this might make Chu Feng feel a little alert.

He couldn't help but look at Chu Feng, and found that the other party still had an indifferent face, as if he was unmoved, and suddenly the whole person was a little surprised.

"Brother Chu Feng, I see that you seem to be very calm, could it be that you have experienced more brutal battles before?" Jin Lao was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, it's not anymore, but I think this kind of low-level scene seems to be commonplace!" Chu Feng shook his head with a smile, as if he felt that this was nothing.

Hearing Chu Feng say this, Jin Lao was also depressed, and he vaguely felt that he had miscalculated.

"You're really determined, I'm not as good as you!" Jin Lao said.

Just as he was about to praise him a few words, Chu Feng couldn't help but be surprised, and couldn't help but look at a new man in the field, a bald monk.

Hearing Chu Feng so surprised, Zhang Long on the side was a little dissatisfied, and couldn't help but open his mouth to remind Chu Feng.

"What is there to make a fuss about in this low-level competition?" Zhang Long asked strangely.

"Haha, this warrior monk doesn't seem to be simple, if my judgment is right, he should be a Jindan stage monk!" Chu Feng smiled lightly and spoke.

Zhang Long was just a cultivator, and Chu Feng really didn't need to have the same knowledge as him, so he also explained disapprehantly.

Hearing Chu Feng say this, Zhang Long was stunned, and after taking a serious look at the warrior monk, there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

"Impossible, he is at most an innate master, it is impossible for him to be a Jindan stage monk!" Zhang Long shook his head again and again, feeling that Chu Feng was inevitably a little fussed.

If this guy is a master of the Jindan period, it can blow itself up.

"Chu Feng, you should have made a mistake in judgment, I think you are really a little nervous!" Jin Lao said with a smile.

It seems that Chu Feng is a little ridiculous, obviously he is already frightened, but he can just pretend to be light and light, which is really unnecessary.

But just as Jin Lao was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a terrible coercion coming from the field, and it seemed that a half-step Jin Dan appeared.

"How is this possible?" Jin Lao was dumbfounded.

The warrior monk Long Xing in the field released his momentum, and suddenly frightened the opponent directly, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" After saying that, the opponent crawled away.

The warrior monk Long Xing turned around indifferently, as if he didn't have the slightest pride in scaring off his opponent, he was still so bland.

It was only after he returned to his seat that the referee reacted and declared the warrior monk Ryuxing the winner.

Chu Feng's eyes stared at the warrior monk Yilong, he could see a lot of things from this guy's eyes, this monk seemed to be a master, a real master!

"If nothing else, the person who can win in the selection competition is this warrior monk Longxing!" Chu Feng muttered softly.

Jin Lao and Zhang Long both heard it, and after glancing at each other, they didn't say anything more, after all, they had looked away before, and now Chu Feng said again, they naturally wouldn't be bored.

The competition time of the tournament was daytime, and this time there were more than 100 people who signed up for the competition, so the first round of the competition took the whole day.

In the afternoon, when the sun was about to end, the first round of the competition was over, and the host appeared again, looked at everyone in the field, and said with a smile.

"Today's tournament is over, please don't leave in a hurry, there will be a trade fair in the evening, you can exchange for what you need!" There was a hint of smugness in the host's eyes.

"In addition, I can tell you a piece of news responsibly, tonight we will provide some pills and magic weapons for sale, so you must not leave!"

After hearing the host's words, many monks and even the audience were in an uproar, although the vast majority of people didn't know about the Yuhua Gate, but the elixir and magic weapons, they were all clear!

"I'll go, I knew there was such a hot thing, so I would have brought more money!" Someone exclaimed.