The vast majority of these twenty-seven people were crowded in the middle of the competition platform, because they would not be knocked down all at once, but Xiang Yang did not do this, he chose a corner of the edge of the competition platform instead, because Xiang Yang felt that it looked safer in the middle of the competition platform, but in fact he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, if he stood in one corner, there were only enemies in two directions at most, and these enemies were in his line of sight, and the battle in the middle was unpredictable, Xiang Yang would never give his back to someone he didn't trust.

"Are you ready? Next, let's get started. The presiding warrior said this lightly and somewhat solemnly.

When the announcement began, the atmosphere on the scene was a little stagnant, everyone was cautious against others, for a while no one was the first to shoot, after a while, I don't know who shouted first, the first shot, and at this time everyone had no estimate, began to fight together, and a melee broke out in the small competition platform.

Xiang Yang stood in a corner and peeked at these warriors in the fight, but he was immediately targeted by a young warrior, who quietly advanced to Xiang Yang from the side, and soon approached.

"Drink!" the young warrior smiled contemptuously and kicked the corner sharply, he thought that when the competition was in the melee, if you stood in the corner, it would be easy to fall down if you were attacked, and he thought that no one would hit you when he stood on the side?

Xiang Yang had long noticed the movements of this young martial artist, he deliberately pretended not to see it, and when the young man approached and wanted to make a move, he suddenly opened up and swept away with a reflexive leg.

"Oh oh oh ......" The young man took it for granted to block with his hand, but his arm was like touching King Kong, and then an unstoppable momentum swept him directly out of the competition platform, and he fell heavily to the ground, holding the hand that was kicked by Xiang Yang and wailing.

Xiang Yang shook his head, he could feel that the strength of this martial artist was far inferior to the guest guardian Zhaoyou in the auction hall on the first floor, and this kind of strength dared to participate in the envoy competition?

There were constant wails and shouts, and soon the number of people became smaller and smaller, and there were many people who were knocked out of the ring and fell to the ground and could not stand up.

Xiang Yang was still standing on the edge of the competition platform, after the young martial artist just now, another martial artist came over and wanted to attack Xiang Yang, but he was still kicked directly by Xiang Yang, depriving him of 10% of his black spirit, Xiang Yang couldn't help shaking his head, he thought that the martial artist who participated in such a competition would not be weak, but he didn't expect the level to be so unbearable.

"Okay, that's fine. The host's voice appeared, the fight stopped on the field, and there were indeed only eight people still standing on the competition platform, and most of the martial artists on the field had blue noses and swollen faces, and were embarrassed, only Xiang Yang didn't even wrinkle his clothes, and it looked like he had not fought while standing on it.

"What's going on? Why didn't that kid get hurt at all, he didn't even wrinkle his clothes, was it arranged in advance by the insiders?" "Yes, I've never seen such a thing, it's a fake match." "I'll find out in a moment, I don't believe this kid is really that evil. ”

Not only the martial artists off the field, but even many of the participating martial artists on the field were indignant, how many injuries they suffered in the melee, how much blood they shed to stand in the top eight, and this kid looked so easy to become the top eight, it was too much.

"The next step is the battle of the quarterfinals and the semi-finals, everyone is ready, come and draw the order. The presiding warrior lightly pointed to the box that had been prepared beside him, and then the warriors who had entered the top eight came over one after another to take the signing paper in their hands.

When Xiang Yang saw this scene, he suddenly felt some emotion in his heart, he was like this when he entered the inner disciple from the outer disciple of Wanjian Villa, and then was admitted from the inner disciple to the descendant disciple, which was an unforgettable memory for him in the martial arts world.

Shaking his head slightly, Xiang Yang no longer thought about these useless things, he opened the lottery paper he drawn, and there was a capital blue "1" on it, it seems that he was the first to appear, but Xiang Yang didn't have much expectations for this competition at this time, in the melee just now, Xiang Yang had almost seen it, the level of these eight people is actually not good, it is estimated that they can fight with the martial artists at the peak of the sky at most in the martial arts world, but this kind of strength will not be put in the eyes of himself now.

Taking advantage of the current time, Xiang Yang opened his black card and found that the black card displayed:

"The current Black Spirit: 145635, Wealth: High, the highest reachable tower floor: the sixth floor, Identity: Babel Tower civilian. ”

Looking at these black spirits, Xiang Yang's eyes lit up, before the melee, Xiang Yang, who handed over 10,000 black spirits, was only a little more than 100,000 black spirits, and in a blink of an eye, there were almost 40,000 more black spirits, this efficiency is still very fast, I didn't feel much just now, and I played more cautiously, now I think about it, Xiang Yang can be called a regret, if I knew that their strength was not good, I should have rushed in directly to have a good fight, then my own black spirit can not die of happiness.

But now that it's over, there's no way, who told himself to play too conservatively, and soon heard the voice of the presiding martial artist: "Please draw the participating martial artist on the No. 1 stage." ”

After Xiang Yang came to the stage, another burly-looking man came to the stage, this man Xiang Yang noticed that he should be the strongest of the seven people, he defeated 3 people alone in the previous melee, although he suffered a lot of injuries, but it was enough to prove his strength.

"You're strong...... the burly-looking man said directly to Xiang Yang after he came to the stage.

"You too. Xiang Yang replied lightly.

"Ready, let's get started. The host warrior in the audience shouted, and the duel officially began.

"One move, one move can't defeat you, count me as losing. Xiang Yang squinted slightly, stretched out his index finger, and said very arrogantly, as soon as this sentence was said, the audience instantly boiled, and I had never seen such an arrogant guy.

"Damn ......" And this burly man was even more furious, he was a strong man with a small reputation in the Tower of Babel, but he was ridiculed like this, this kid really doesn't know how thick the sky is, and he still doesn't know who wins with one move.

And Xiang Yang didn't prepare to say anything, he directly pulled out the Cold Spirit Sword and slashed at the man.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, Slash!" The blow containing the artistic conception of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect carried an unstoppable momentum, and the burly man seemed to see the power contained in it, and he didn't think much about it, drew out the big knife, and used all his strength to fight.

"Overlord sword technique, king dominates the world!" the burly-looking man shouted, pitting his sword against the sword in Xiang Yang's hand, but soon his sword momentum only froze for a little time before it was defeated, and then the sword was about to engulf the man.

"This, what is this!" The man felt a panic in his heart, he realized that the difference in strength between himself and this young man was not a little bit, this gap was even, even bigger than the gap between him and the messenger, how could it be, how could this kid have more strength than the messenger.

The sword momentum was close, and the burly man could only protect himself with a knife, but he was instantly opened by this sword momentum, and his body was unstable for a while and flew out of the competition platform, and then fell to the ground like a kite that had dropped the line, and his whole body was covered with traces of being cut by the sword qi, and the blood flowed, if it wasn't for Xiang Yang deliberately avoiding his vital point, I am afraid that this blow would have killed him.

Then a lot of black spirits emerged from this burly man's body, and entered Xiang Yang's body, Xiang Yang felt that his strength was a lot stronger, obviously there were a lot of black spirits on this burly man's body.

"No. 1, Lan Fang wins ......" At this time, even the host martial artist was a little stunned, he originally thought that the strength of this young man should not be much different from that of another martial artist, but in fact, he defeated this man who seemed to be very strong in one move, I am afraid that even ordinary envoys can't do it, is this, can this kid really be promoted to envoy, thinking of this, the host martial artist couldn't help but gasp deeply, looking at Xiang Yang and a little interested, this young man is afraid that he will be famous today.

Xiang Yang put his sword back into the sheath, walked off the competition platform without looking back, and stood beside Xue Yi, for this messenger selection competition, Xiang Yang was both happy and a little disappointed, happy that he could indeed explode with the blessing of the black spirit far beyond the combat power of the martial arts period, and now Xiang Yang thought that he was only in the late stage of entering the heavens, but if he really wanted to fight, he had a faint feeling that if there were more black spirits, and if they were stronger, it would not be impossible for even the martial artists in the early stage of the war reincarnation......

"Next up is the number two, let's take the stage. The presiding warrior continued, and then the two warriors of No. 2 began to compete.

Xiang Yang checked his black card, which read:

"At present, the Black Spirit: 168722, Wealth: High, the highest tower that can be reached: the sixth floor, Identity: Babel Tower Civilian. ”

Sure enough, the black spirit on this burly man's body added more than 20,000 to himself, which means that the black spirit on his original body should be more than 230,000, and Xiang Yang can be regarded as making a lot of money this time.

After a fierce competition, the second round of the competition began, the same draw, Xiang Yang drew the red No. 2 this time, the first competition ended quickly, and it was Xiang Yang's turn, and Xiang Yang was opposite a woman.

Standing on the competition platform, Xiang Yang couldn't help frowning when he looked at the woman, what he didn't like the most was fighting with women, but now that he had drawn Xiang Yang, he could only bite the bullet.