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More than a dozen deacons stepped forward and took out the iron sticks that had been prepared long ago and asked the disciples to draw them.

Su Mo, Zhou Xin and others also stepped forward one after another, lining up to draw lots.

Soon, Su Mo drew his own iron pick.

Group VI, No. 518.

This is the number on the Sumo Iron Sign, Group VI, No. 518.

More than 10,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, each with more than 1,000 people.

Zhou Xin, Li Feng and Niu Xiaohu also drew lots and divided into groups.

However, no one was in the same group as Su Mo.

Zhou Xin is in the second group, Niu Xiaohu is in the eighth group, and Li Feng is in the ninth group.

Divided into groups, the four of them came to the bottom of a battle platform and waited quietly for the game to begin.

Because each battle platform was not far from each other, the four of them were not separated.

In a short time, the draw ended.

A deacon who was presiding over the contest stepped forward and announced loudly, "The contest begins!"

"Group 1, 16 vs. 825!"

"Group 2, No. 605 vs. No. 853!"

"The third group, number 102 versus number 467!

“......”

Hearing this, the disciples who were called to the number stepped on the corresponding battle platform one after another and fought with their opponents.

For a while, the light on each battle platform shone brightly, and the explosions continued.

The first stage of the knockout round is very cruel, as long as you lose one, you will not be qualified to fight again.

Therefore, luck is also extremely important in the first stage of the knockout round.

If you are extremely unlucky and encounter one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, even if you have the sixfold peak cultivation of the Spirit Martial Realm, you will basically fail miserably.

With one battle after another, disciples continued to be eliminated.

Some groups finish faster, others finish slower, and those that finish faster are the first to move on to the next battle.

"Group IX, No. 74 vs. No. 1019. ”

With the announcement of the deacon, Li Feng came on the field.

Li Feng is No. 74.

Li Feng's opponent cultivated to only the dual realm of the Lingwu Realm.

Not Li Feng's opponent at all.

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

On the stage, Li Feng shouted loudly and knocked his opponent off the stage with one punch.

After getting off the battlefield, Li Feng's face was full of red light, and the spring breeze was proud.

"Haha, in the first battle, I won a good start!"

Li Feng laughed.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Li is doing well!"

Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu were also happy for Li Feng.

"Group 6, No. 518 vs. No. 661!"

At this moment, the deacon's voice sounded again.

"Senior Brother Su Mo, it's your turn!"

Li Feng said.

Su Mo nodded, stepped out, and ascended to the sixth group of battle platforms.

"Sumo?"

Su Mo's opponent was a young man in a yellow shirt, and his cultivation had reached the triple realm of the Spirit Martial Realm.

When the yellow-shirted young man saw that his opponent was actually Su Mo, he immediately became depressed.

"You know me?"

Su Mo was a little surprised, looked at the other party carefully, and suddenly remembered.

Guan Wu Cheng, this person is also one of the disciples of Fengling Island who participated in the mission last time in Guan Wu City.

"I throw in the towel!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then without hesitation, he shouted to the deacon who was presiding over the competition.

He had participated in the Battle of Guan Wucheng, but he knew Su Mo's strength very well.

Not to mention that he is a Lingwu Realm triple cultivator, even if it is a Lingwu Realm quadruple cultivator, it is impossible to defeat Su Mo.

Therefore, although he was unwilling, he still decisively admitted defeat.

With that, the yellow-shirted young man turned around and got off the battlefield.

Su Mo touched his nose speechlessly and walked off the battlefield.

The first battle, win without a fight!

In the distance, hundreds of disciples of the Heavenly Alliance gathered together.

He Yangjun noticed Su Mo's battle situation, and a sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Let you be proud for a few more moments, and your time of death will soon come!

In the next period of time, Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu played one after another.

Niu Xiaohu was lucky, his opponent was only one heavy in the Lingwu Realm, and he also won easily.

But Zhou Xin was more unlucky, his first opponent, the cultivation was as high as the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm.

Zhou Xin was also relatively tough, and he didn't admit defeat, but was defeated by the other party with one palm.

Time passed, ten groups of battle platforms, after one round of fighting, half of the disciples, as many as thousands of people were eliminated.

Soon, the second round of battles went.

"Group VI, No. 518 vs. No. 932. ”

It was Sumo's turn to play again.

This time, Su Mo's opponent was a round-faced young man who had cultivated to reach the fifth level of the Spirit Martial Realm.

"You and I have cultivated equally, you will be defeated!"

The round-faced young man held a cyan spear, raised his eyes and glanced at Su Mo, and said confidently.

"Make a move!"

Su Mo shook his head slightly, not understanding where the other party's confidence came from.

"Defeat!"

The round-faced young man rushed out, his body suddenly jumped into the air, and the spear was blue, and he stabbed Su Mo with a single shot.

Shout!

The spear pierced through the air, as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it approached Su Mo's chest.

Belch!

At this moment, the expression on the round-faced young man's face suddenly froze, and his body suddenly stopped in the air.

On the field, Su Mo stretched out a palm and grabbed the oncoming spear.

"How is this possible?"

The round-faced young man was shocked, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't draw his spear even when his face turned red.

The spear was grabbed by Su Mo, as if it had been suppressed by a mountain, and it did not move at all.

At this moment, the scene on this battle platform seems quite funny.

Su Mo stood on the battle platform, holding a spear in his hand, and at the end of the spear, a round-faced young man was hanging in the air with a spear in his hand.

"Let's go down!"

Su Mo said lightly, and with a flick of his arm, the round-faced young man and his spear flew out of the battle platform.

In the second round of the battle, Sumo won easily again.

Until the fifth round of the battle, Su Mo did not encounter any decent masters, and easily won five games in a row.

Niu Xiaohu was eliminated in the third round of fighting.

Only Li Feng survived to the fifth round.

Half of the disciples were eliminated in each round, and after five rounds, there were only more than forty people left in Su Mo's group.

Of the ten groups of battle platforms, the most eye-catching performance is none other than the top ten disciples of the outer gate.

No matter who their opponent is, they are all defeated with one move, and they are extremely strong.

One of the top ten outer disciples in Su Mo's group of battle platforms was Lu Shaoyun.

This person's blue clothes were fluttering and chic, and his opponent was knocked off the battlefield in a flash.

And the top three of the top ten disciples of the outer gate, Nangong Linjue, Duan Bingye and Ling Muchen, are even more relaxed.

All the disciples who met the three of them directly admitted defeat.

So far, the trio haven't even made a move.

"Group VI, No. 12 vs. No. 518"

Finally, in the sixth round of battle, Su Mo met a master with good cultivation.

This is a black-robed young man with a cold face, who has cultivated to the peak of the fifth level of the Spirit Martial Realm, and his aura is extremely powerful, even far surpassing that of a martial artist of the same level.

Su Mo came to the stage, and the two stood opposite each other.

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good!"

When the black-clothed young man saw Su Mo, he immediately grinned: "Kill you, I will definitely get a lot of rewards!"

"Kill me?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "You want to kill me?"

"What do you say?"

The black-robed young man's eyes erupted with murderous intent, and said, "Although your strength is very strong, it is your misfortune to meet me!"

The black-robed young man was extremely confident, although his cultivation was the peak of the fivefold Lingwu Realm, it was not much weaker than the ordinary sixfold martial artist of the Lingwu Realm.

"You're from the Heavenly Alliance, right?"

The corners of Su Mo's mouth hooked up with a hint of mockery, and he asked indifferently.