There was no word all night, and early in the morning, the sun illuminated the whole land, and gave a layer of golden yellow to the entire watchtower. The little fat man Lu Nanqi and Fang Zheng came to the Sitting Peak in the second Lianyang. Because he wanted to cheer up Fang Zheng, this little fat man Lu Nanqi directly gave up cultivation and stayed by Fang Zheng's side every day, he wanted to witness Fang Zheng become an inner disciple of the Immortal Gate step by step. Although this process was not something he took lightly, he felt the same way, he wanted to witness the birth of a miracle, how a miscellaneous spiritual root who was sentenced to death and was a waste material in the waste of cultivation became an inner disciple of the Immortal Sect in just over a year. Due to the decision of the top 500, the high-level leaders of this Xianmen are more interested in the next competition, and a referee seat has been set up in front of each fighting platform, and these judges are all disciples of the foundation building period of Xianmen.

The sun is shining, at this time, the peak can be said to be really overcrowded, crowded everywhere, because once the top five hundred are decided, the next battle will be more exciting, many inner disciples of the Xianmen have chosen to come out today to watch this outer door competition. Those who can enter the top five hundred, the weakest of them are all in the late stage of Qi refining.

"Fang Zheng, I don't know who your opponent is today, if it is like yesterday, it would be better, you can easily enter the top 100 and become an inner disciple of the Immortal Sect without starting. Standing in the crowd, the little fat man Lu Nanqi suddenly said to Fang Zheng.

"Lu Nanqi, that's as easy as you said! Those who can enter the top 500 are the elite of the outer disciples, and if you want to advance to the top 100, it is absolutely indispensable to have a dragon fight. Hearing this, Fang Zheng said that he would not be lucky in his heart, and he had to show his true skills in the next battle.

After handing over yesterday's number plate, Founder received a new number plate No. 97 number plate. This number plate will accompany Founder until the outer gate of the fairy gate is completed. During this period, Founder does not need to exchange for other number plates.

If you get your own number plate, the next step is to draw lots to determine the opponent. The top 500 players who were selected yesterday were invited to the largest platform in the Lookout Peak, where they will draw lots to choose the opponent they will face next.

This draw selects opponents, and they are divided into groups, one to one hundred in a group, one hundred and one to two hundred in a group, and five hundred people in a total of five groups. Each group selects its opponent by drawing lots, directly decides 50 places, and then decides 25 places by drawing lots, and then these 1.2 million people are deciding the top 100 places among them, and this is the 100 places to enter the inner gate of the Xianmen! Basically, it only takes three rounds of competition to enter the inner gate of the Xianmen.

Fang is No. 97, and the opponent he drew lots against is No. 46, called Daotong, who is at the peak of cultivation in the late stage of qi refining, and can be said to be a strong opponent.

"Please advise me on the next road. As soon as he got on the fighting platform, the middle-aged man in the green shirt who was standing opposite Fang Zheng suddenly couldn't help but hug his fist.

"Below, please also ask Senior Brother Dao to be merciful. Hearing this, Fang Zheng hugged his fist politely.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real Zhang under our hands! If you want my subordinates to show mercy, you can just admit defeat, and I will not embarrass you. "The green-shirted monk said that he was disdainful.

"Fang Zheng beat him down, this guy is too rampant, kill him, let him know your fierceness. Hearing that Daotong's words with disdain, Lu Nanqi, the little fat man who was cheering for Fang Zheng in the audience, suddenly couldn't do it, and suddenly couldn't help shouting at Fang Zhengyou.

"Look at the sword!" Since the other party didn't give face, Fang Zheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and with a loud shout, a red fireball was thrown towards Nadaotong, and the high-grade metallic flying sword magic weapon followed closely behind and shot towards Nadaotong.

"Ding, ding, dang, dang......"

The flying sword magic weapon sacrificed by Fang Zheng collided with the flying sword magic weapon sacrificed by the Dao Tong, only to hear a clanging metal collision sound on the fighting platform, sparks splashed, and the two of them were fighting with each other. In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds passed in a flash, and Fang Zheng cultivated to weaken the line, but he did not show a little defeat, and from time to time he threw out a fireball the size of a head, which made the opponent scramble. That Daotong was so profound that it did not show a trace of failure. And Founder is getting braver and braver the more he fights.

The crowd present didn't notice that Fang Zheng and Daotong had fought for dozens of rounds without showing a single defeat, and Fang Zheng's body was rapidly approaching that Daotong.

"It's over!" When Fang Zheng's body was only a few dozen zhang away from that Daotong, Fang Zheng suddenly threw out two fireballs, and as soon as he collected the flying sword magic weapon, the whole person rushed forward like a sensitive leopard with lightning, and then he shouted, and a punch was fiercely imprinted on the chest of that Daotong.

"Bang!"

Hearing a bang, Na Daotong's body suddenly felt a huge force attack, and before he could make any response, he was immediately bombarded in the air. Immediately after that, I only heard a pop, and the moment Daotong fell to the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Fangzheng's punch actually injured Nadaotong's internal organs.

"Whew!"

As soon as that Daotong was bombarded and fell to the ground, he only heard a loud sound, Fang Zheng waved his hand, and suddenly the flying sword magic weapon that Fang Zheng sacrificed was set up on the neck of that Daotong, as long as he could dare to make a move, he would suddenly be in a different place.

"Ninety-seven, Fang Zheng wins!" As soon as Na Dao Tong was knocked to the ground, Fang Zheng's flying sword magic weapon flew to which Dao Tong's neck, and immediately the referee sitting on the top of the fighting platform announced that Fang Zheng had won. Fang Zheng won smoothly, it can be said that he has entered the top 200, and he only needs to win one game to enter the top 100! At that time, Fang Zheng was an inner disciple of the Xianmen.

Fang Zheng won smoothly, and then the referee was in charge of the next draw, this time Fangzheng's opponent was No. 18 Li Rui, this Li Rui is a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of Qi refining. It's even higher than that Daotong's cultivation. It's a real rival!

This Li Rui's cultivation is profound, his cultivation is unfathomable, as soon as he engages with Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng feels that the pressure increases greatly, then Li Rui also noticed Fang Zheng's battle, knowing that Fang Zheng's physical body is strong, and his strength is amazing, he basically does not give Fang Zheng the opportunity to get close, and has been insisting on an interval of ten zhang away from Fang Zheng, once Fang Zheng is close to him, he quickly retreats backwards, which makes Fang Zheng feel very aggrieved. It's really a useless place for heroes, and the tricks that have been tried and tested before are useless to this Li Rui.

Regarding this Li Rui, that was the peak Great Perfection cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining, while Fang Zheng was only a late stage of Qi refining cultivation, and he had just broken it.