"The third game, begin!" the cold voice of the black-clothed deacon sounded.

Under the ring, the noisy crowd quieted down for a moment, and no one made a sound, for fear that their little voice would disturb the competition.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage from all directions, and they all seemed to be holding their breath, paying attention to the match with unprecedented energy.

Under the ring, Xiao Yidao's face was solemn, observing the two of them, and his eyes didn't even dare to blink.

Tong Han also had a heavy face, clenched his fists, and looked at the ring.

Ji Long, the white-robed elder on the rostrum, was on crutches, squinting at the ring, his expression was solemn, and he was staring at the ring with all his attention at the moment.

The disciples of the major families opened their eyes wide and stared at the ring.

In yesterday's game, Xiao Tian used a tenth-level Xuanshu Hao fireball, which dealt a heavy blow to everyone's hearts.

At the age of fifteen, a martial artist at level ten, what kind of concept is this? Xiao Tian's existence undoubtedly refreshed the understanding of the martial artists in the small town on occult arts.

Everyone present was convinced, no matter how old they were, how virtuous they were, and how deep they were in cultivation, they were all full of admiration for this young man with full potential.

As the voice of the black-clothed deacon fell, Tong Yuan held the spear, his face was solemn, his feet shook slightly, and the whole person jumped into the ring, and the battle intent on his body burst out.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Tong family all felt that Tong Yuan was in excellent condition, and a group of people began to rejoice, and they all applauded. And Tong Yuan's face just quickly flashed a complex dark color, leaving no trace, making it difficult to find.

On the other side of the ring was Xiao Tian, carrying a heavy sword, unhurried, and walked into the ring in a low-key and steady manner.

The disciples of the Xiao family had already seen Xiao Tian's divine skills yesterday, and no matter how Xiao Tian appeared at this moment, he would win a cheer and applause.

The two of them were on the stage, looking at each other, Tong Yuan was holding a spear in his hand, his face was solemn, and his eyes were leaking a strong battle intent, staring at Xiao Tian. And Xiao Tian, carrying the long sword on his back, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Tong Yuan indifferently.

"Draw your sword!" Tong Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Do you need it?" Xiao Tian said indifferently.

"Okay, have the courage, yesterday, when I saw you use the tenth-level occult arts, I knew that I couldn't win against you, but I wouldn't want you to surrender, no matter what the result was, I would also fight to the death, and the people of my Tong family could afford to lose." Tong Yuan held the spear, and his breath had locked on Xiao Tian.

"Okay, you can use all your strength, win or lose, and I'll have a real battle with you. After Xiao Tian finished speaking, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, revealing his trademark smile again.

I can't see that this kid from the Tong family is still a man. Xiao Tian had a good impression of him in his heart.

The bell rang and the game officially began.

Tong Yuan raised the spear with both hands with lightning speed, turned a few times in the direction of Xiao Tian, and quickly changed the position of the spear in his hand, so that he could shuttle freely in his hand, and the people on the field were dazzled for a while, and kept exclaiming, "Good marksmanship, good marksmanship."

Subsequently, the marksmanship changed sharply, and the murderous aura was overflowing, Tong Yuan's fingertips were close to the back end of the spear, and the vitality on his body was unconsciously poured into the spear, and his feet shook in an instant, and his body jumped into the air like an arrow shot out, and the spear was as flexible as a snake, stabbing at Xiao Tian.

Seeing the spear stabbing rapidly, Xiao Tian's eyes moved, his right foot shook slightly, and his whole body drifted behind Tong Yuan like a ghost, leaving an afterimage in the ring.

In the entire square, only a few people could see Xiao Tian's movements clearly, and in the eyes of others, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

On the field, Tong Yuan's spear pierced the air, watching Xiao Tian disappear in his eyes, and there was a doubt in his heart.

"Where are the people?"

"I'm here. Xiao Tian stood behind Tong Yuan and finished speaking, his right palm luck, Qi Shen Dantian, a heavy palm, slashed at Tong Yuan's back.

Tong Yuan instantly felt the center of gravity of his body lean forward, and a huge force hit his body's internal organs, as if he had been hit hard by a blunt object.

"Wow" spat out a mouthful of blood, Tong Yuan staggered a few steps and knelt on one foot in the ring.

"Fortunately, I used all my true qi to protect my heart, otherwise I would definitely die today", Tong Yuan at this time, his hair was scattered, his eyes were scattered, and the bright red blood stained the white placket on his chest.

Thinking of Xiao Tian's ghostly speed, huge strength, and faint smile no matter what he encountered, Tong Yuan gradually felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, thinking that if he had just been a little bit stronger, he would definitely fall to the ground at this moment, and maybe he would die with a whimper, let alone use occult arts.

Tong Yuan held the ring with one hand, propped up his body, his eyes were full of complexity, for a long time, he held the spear, used all his strength to stand up, wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "I admit defeat."

Hearing this, everyone opened their mouths wide, feeling a burst of surprise, what they were surprised was not the result, they had seen Xiao Angel out of the tenth-level mysticism, they knew the gap between the two, there was no surprise Tong Yuan would definitely lose, they were surprised that Tong Yuan, the genius of the Tong family, was not the enemy of the other party. With a tight palm, the winner is decided, how much is this Xiao Tian against the sky?

When he came back to his senses, the cold voice of the black-clothed deacon sounded again, "Xiao Tian, win!"

"Coax~

The entire ring was instantly noisy and discussed, Xiao Tian's disciples applauded instantly, while the Tong family disciples were a little depressed.

"Have you seen it, Second Young Master Xiao defeated it with one move!"

"I really didn't expect him to be so powerful. ”

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Xiao Tian carried the long sword on his back and slowly walked out of the ring, and everyone consciously moved out of the way.

Xiao Yidao's face was full of joy, looked at Xiao Tian, and nodded with satisfaction.

The head of the Tong family had a complicated expression, and his eyes were not only full of amazement for Xiao Tian, but also mixed with shock at this competition. In desperation, he glanced at Tong Yuan, sighed, and left.

Under the ring, after greeting everyone, he returned to the small courtyard and continued to comprehend Taishang Xuangong.

After a morning of competition, the first round of the competition finally had a result, Yue Yang, Yue Lingling, Xiao Tian, Tang Xiao, Tong Jun were shortlisted, and there were three other people, Xiao Tian was not familiar with. According to the rankings, Xiao Tian's next opponent is Tang Xiao, Xiao Tian didn't care too much about this, since the last conflict in the restaurant, he also knew about his case, and basically one move could be done.

In the courtyard of the Tang family, Tang Xiao sat on a chair, his face gloomy, and some chagrin.

"Smack!"

A delicate teacup was shattered.

Tang Xiao stood up, clenched his fists, and was furious, "As long as you win one more game, you can enter the Seven Peaks Sword Sect, just like that, but my next opponent is Xiao Tian, why is the next opponent Xiao Tian?"