It was really time for Fang Zheng and Lu Nanqi to come, and as soon as they arrived in front of the fighting platform that sat on the Wangfeng, the inner gate elder of the Immortal Sect announced the official start of the draw for the thirty-second and sixteenth rounds. When Fang Zheng heard this, he jumped to the central fighting platform to start a new round of lottery.

Thirty-two into sixteen, Fang Zheng handed over his ninety-seven number plate to the monk who was in charge of the draw, and the Tsing Yi monk of the Xianmen received the number plates of the thirty-two victorious and upgraded outer disciples and put them in a sealed box, and then put them in the center of the stage for the thirty-two people to draw lots to determine the opponent in the next round.

There are twenty-seven men and five young women in the outer disciples who have been upgraded to the top thirty-two, and the fact that these five women can enter the top thirty-two from thousands of outer disciples shows that they are strong, and what kind of young and beautiful female cultivators are these five women, as soon as they stepped on the stage, they immediately attracted the opposition of the monks in the audience.

After a new round of draws, the top 32 opponents were also decided. Founder's No. 97 faced off against No. 4 Tan Yun, competing on the No. 3 fighting platform.

As soon as he knew his opponent, Fang Zheng and Tan Yun flew towards the No. 3 fighting platform under the guidance of the Tsing Yi monk who was in charge of the draw.

This Tan Yun is dressed in green clothes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his face is thin, he is very handsome and extraordinary, and when he stands on the fighting platform, he gives people the feeling that he stands out from the crowd, Fang Zheng is already handsome and martial, but compared with this Tan Yun, it is inferior. Whether it is temperament or height, Fang Zheng is weaker than Tan Yun, if Fang is a handsome and beautiful martial artist, then this Tan Yun is what kind of Qianqian gentleman, standing above the empty fighting platform is half a head shorter than Tan Yun. The fighting platform on this Tan Yun immediately attracted the screams of a group of young female cultivators in the audience, this Tan Yun's popularity is really good, there are so many female cultivators of the outer sect of the Immortal Sect cheering for him. On the other hand, Fang Zheng is much more bland, because Fang Zheng is only cultivating in the late stage of Qi refining, it is obviously much weaker than Tan Yun's peak Great Perfection cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining.

You're not my opponent, throw in the towel!" Standing on the empty fighting platform, that Tan Yun saw that Fang Zheng was just a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, and he was a big weaker than himself, and he couldn't afford to be a little interested in fighting with such a monk, so he couldn't help but say to Fang Zheng with a look of disdain.

"You'll know if your opponent has to fight. Looking at the other party's high-minded disdain, Fang Zheng couldn't help frowning, this guy looked like a human dog, and he actually looked down on people, and suddenly couldn't help but say with a cold face.

"Hmph, boy, you really don't know how to lift, this son gives you the opportunity not to cherish, but the knife will have no eyes when the time of the competition, and when the time of the competition is injured by this son, I can only blame you for not knowing how to lift. Hearing Fangzheng's unhappy voice, Tan Yun suddenly couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Hmph! If you want to fight, you will fight, what nonsense are you talking about, like a mother, you are not ashamed, I am ashamed. Who do you think you are? Are you a strong man in the foundation building period? You are just a monk at the peak of the Great Perfection in the late stage of Qi refining, what are you crazy about? Hearing Tan Yun's cold snort, Fang Zheng is a clay man and has three points of anger, plus the other party has been looking at me in a lofty posture, which makes Fang Zheng very unhappy, and in addition to the other party's words, he is even more domineering, and he suddenly can't help but turn his lips and say, speaking without leaving a little mercy.

"Boy, you're looking for death! Hearing Fang Zheng's mocking voice, this Tan Yun is face is ** Dao, from his entry to the peak of the late stage of Qi refining, no one dared to talk to him like this in the outer gate of this immortal gate, a touch of ruthlessness was fleeting, and then it was like looking at Fang Zheng as a dead person, and in his heart he thought about how to torture Fang Zheng, a kid who didn't know the height of the sky, and actually dared to offend him Tan Yun.

"The competition begins!" Just as the contradiction between Fang Zheng and Tan Yun between words was about to advance, the referee above the fighting platform announced the beginning of the competition at this time.

"Boy, get off the stage for my son!" As soon as he heard the referee announce the start of the competition, Tan Yun didn't bother to talk nonsense with Fang Zheng, shouted at Fang Zheng, and then sacrificed his flying sword magic weapon and slashed at Fang Zheng angrily.

"Despicable!" What kind of Tan Yun is this, with a kind face and a ruthless heart, he can be said to be a hypocrite. At this time, he hated Fang Zheng very much, and just wanted to knock him to the ground and insult the other party, as soon as the referee's voice of the immortal gate fell, he took the lead in launching a music attack on Fang Zheng, and with his cultivation at the peak of the late stage of Qi refining, he actually took the lead in attacking Fang Zheng, the monk after refining Qi, which immediately attracted the angry scolding of Lu Nanqi, the little fat man in the audience.

"When!when!when......"

In the face of the flying sword magic weapon that Tan Yun hurriedly slashed into, what Fang Zheng could do was to sacrifice his flying sword magic weapon to block, and the crisp sound of the moment was unconscious, and the two sides were fighting together. The true qi in the body of the peak Great Perfection monk in the late stage of Qi refining is several times that in Fang Zheng's body, Fang Zheng knows that if he wants to win, it is not feasible to compete with the other party for the true yuan in his body, and it is not advisable. As soon as he understood this, Fang Zheng threw out a fireball and attacked that Tan Yun, and then he collected the magic weapon he had sacrificed, held it in the palm of his hand, and then rushed towards that Tan Yun like a martial artist in the secular world.

"Boy, the true qi in your body has been exhausted, this son, see how you hide this time!" As soon as he saw that Fang Zheng had received the flying sword magic weapon and was like an ordinary martial artist rushing towards him, Tan Yun immediately sneered at Fang Zheng with a mocking look on his face. At this time, he saw that the successful scale was deviating from him, and it could be said that he had the chance to win, and he only needed to sacrifice the flying sword magic weapon to knock Fang Zheng down to the fighting platform to achieve the success of this competition.

This Tan Yun thought that he had the chance to win, but in fact, he knew that Fang Zheng was not really exhausted by the true qi in his body, but that Fang Zheng was committed to it. To fight him with his strong physique, you must know that his strength can be said to be immeasurable, with the help of that domineering devouring demon skill, Fang Zheng has not exhausted his strength. As long as he is square, he does not fall, and he has inexhaustible strength.

"Hmph! Hearing Tan Yun's shout, Fang Zheng couldn't help but snort coldly, and the speed of rushing forward was a little faster.

"When!when!when!when!when!......when!

Tan Yun, who thought that he had a chance to win, saw Fang Zheng rushing over, and immediately sacrificed a flying sword magic weapon to attack Fang Zheng, only to see that the flying sword magic weapon in Fang Zheng's hand formed a sword curtain in front of him.