"Boom!"

The violent spiritual power rushed out of Zhao Changming's body like a mountain and a tsunami, turning into a mighty torrent of spiritual power, sweeping away at Long Xiaotian, wanting to knock Long Xiaotian down under the stone platform in one go.

Long Xiaotian took a breath gently, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a surging ocean, his body trembled slightly, and a force that was enough to break the steel and iron rope burst out, directly ejecting all the eleven prayer beads that were wrapped around him.

With a slight wave of his palm, a violent force swept out like a storm, easily dissolving the impact of Zhao Changming's spiritual power torrent.

"True Martial Great Thunderbolt!"

Zhao Changming, as a person with outstanding strength in the Qilin Hall and being able to rank among the disciples of the personal lineage, naturally had an incomparable aura in his mind, and when he saw that Long Xiaotian was able to eject all the eleven prayer beads that bound him lightly, his attention to Long Xiaotian was also raised to a dangerous level.

Eleven prayer beads were infused with spiritual power all over his body, and suddenly they quickly swelled up like balloons, revealing an astonishing heavy power, as if they were eleven meteorites, suspended above Long Xiaotian's head, crumbling, and about to fall down at any time.

"Boom!"

Zhao Changming roared sharply, and eleven rosary beads that had swelled to be as huge as meteorites suddenly fell down one after another like runaway stars, and when they were only a few meters away from Long Xiaotian, they immediately burst out with the most powerful light, and the light that burst out in an instant covered up the brilliance of the scorching sun in the sky.

"Boom!"

The furious energy poured out like a flood that burst the embankment, flooding the conical stone platform, and at the center of the explosion, a mushroom cloud rose, and the energy storm surging there was the most ferocious and violent, terrifying!

When Zhao Changming swept in the frenzied energy storm, he quickly rose into the air and dodged away. He was in the air, looking down, looking at the conical stone platform below in the billowing smoke, and a look of pleasure welled up on his pale face.

"This ...... How is that possible?!"

Suddenly, Zhao Changming's pupils suddenly widened fiercely, and his face was full of disbelief. In his pupils, a bright moon was reflected, and the bright moon shrouded a young man dressed in white like snow and wearing a purple jade flute on his waist, unscathed!

"It's over. ”

Long Xiaotian's heart moved, and the bright moon that shrouded him suddenly slowly dissipated like ice and snow like the scorching sun.

"Huh!"

Long Xiaotian's body trembled slightly, and an afterimage stayed in place, before Zhao Changming could react, there was a sharp pain like a cone on his chest and abdomen, like a turbulent ocean, spreading rapidly, and his face suddenly distorted, becoming painful and hideous.

After Zhao Changming withstood an angry punch from Long Xiaotian, his body fell down quickly like a kite with a broken string.

Yuheng Xingsu, who was sitting in the palace, probed with his hands, and actually penetrated the space and sent Zhao Changming to the audience of the disciples of the Qilin Palace.

"In the first game, Long Xiaotian won!"

After Yuheng Xingshu announced the results of the first competition, the second competition also kicked off.

Le Wushuang's opponent was a personal disciple from Xuanwu Mansion, and his strength was about the same as that of Eryang Tongtian Realm, and in the face of Le Wushuang's attack, he only lasted for more than a dozen rounds before he was kicked out of the conical stone platform by Le Wushuang.

"Tianshu, are all your disciples of the Green Dragon Sect so simple and rude?, it's not a punch, it's a kick, will it be a slap next time?" Yuheng Xingzhu said helplessly.

Tianshu Xingzhu watched the disciples under his sect defeat their opponents, Lao Huai was comfortable, and said with a smile: "Yu Heng, do you feel sorry for your disciples of the Qilin Palace?" Long Xiaotian is the closed disciple of Brother Niu, and it is not a very simple matter to defeat the person who ranks tenth on the list of your Qilin Palace's personal disciples. ”

"Brother Niu has always liked to study music and music, and the disciples he taught turned out to be a good flute player. But the purple jade flute hanging from the young man's waist, why do I feel so familiar?"

"I seem to have seen the saint wear it before, although she plays the piano well, but her attainments in flute skills are not as good as one-tenth of her superb piano skills, why did this purple jade flute fall into the hands of this young man?"

Yu Heng first looked in the direction of Lord You Yifeng, and then his eyes fell on the purple jade flute on Long Xiaotian's waist, revealing a thoughtful look, and then suddenly brightened.

"Could it be that the saint personally gave the purple jade flute to this young man?"

......

The first round of eliminations is over, fifty people have eliminated twenty-five, half of them have been eliminated, and half of the number remains.

Since the person who won the top spot in the last session was a disciple of the Qilin Palace, according to the rules formulated by the competition, the person who ranked second on the list of the disciples of the Qilin Hall could have a bye in the second round of the draw, so when the second round of the lottery, Wan Ming was bye.

No matter who it is, they all breathe a sigh of relief, after all, Wan Ming's strength is extremely strong, and there are very few disciples present who can have the strength to fight with him, and at this time he has a bye, and for many people, they are all relieved.

The first few matches ended quickly, because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

When it was Long Xiaotian's turn, he actually met an old acquaintance, who had temporarily joined forces with them to fight against the dragon python and compete for the Holy Heartless Heart of the Earth Spirit Milk in the secret realm of Shenzhou, but he didn't expect that in the second round of the knockout round, he would actually draw a piece with him, it was really fate!

"It's really life to meet everywhere, when we were in the secret realm of Shenzhou, we fought a little, and now let's officially compete. "Sheng Wuxin is the top Tianjiao who ranks second on the list of the White Tiger Pavilion's personal disciples, his strength is undoubted, and he is extremely strong.

Long Xiaotian looked at Sheng Wuxin, who was holding his head high and his spirit was flying, and a trace of surprise flashed across his delicate and clear face, because Sheng Wuxin's current strength had actually reached the peak of the Four Yang Tongtian Realm, which was a small improvement compared to the peak of the Three Yang Tongtian Realm when he was in the Divine Continent Secret Realm.

In a month and a half, it was already very shocking that his strength could be improved so quickly, and he was worthy of the second place in the White Tiger Pavilion's personal disciple list.

"I know that when you fought against Zhao Changming just now, you didn't give full play to your strength, if you still want to continue to hide your strength, you won't be able to pass this level. With a flip of his palm, an old book appeared in his hand, spilling out a strange fluctuation.

Long Xiaotian's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt quite surprised, "This broken book turned out to be a high-grade spiritual weapon?!"