Before you know it, the third day of the tournament has arrived.

After the first two days of competition, there are only more than 200 people left in the qualifying competition. Unlike previous competitions, where you lose and are eliminated, the winner continues to compete with the winner, and the loser fights again.

The remaining 250 body refiners from the previous day continued to take the stage, and half of the winners and half of the losers were compared, and the remaining two had byes, and it was automatically their turn to compete in the last game.

Those who win will naturally get their due rewards, and those who lose will also be rewarded before the 200 places, but the last 50 places can only be regarded as walking around the stage.

According to the speed of the first two days, these more than 200 people are estimated to be able to play the first round of knockout matches in two hours, and then the final qualifying round.

If they played faster, maybe it would be the turn of the body refiners above the Body Grinding Realm tomorrow afternoon. I'm really looking forward to it!

Yang Fan comfortably leaned back on the comfortable single chair behind him, which was similar to the private room in Tiandilou, blowing the cool morning breeze after dawn and before sunrise, thinking silently.

After going home last night, I finally saw the two brothers and sisters of the Xu family who had not been seen for a long time and were brought back by themselves. After asking, the two of them saw the ruins in the village, and after watching the martial arts competition that was being held in the distance of the ancestral hall, they made up their minds to become a body refiner like Yang Fan.

So since the beginning of the martial arts competition, they have been practicing some fists and feet in the guard house, and Yang Fan has never seen the two of them at home.

Staying in the guard post for two days, the two little ones didn't know what they had eaten, and their skinny and thin bodies actually grew some flesh, and their black and yellow complexions gradually faded, revealing a little ruddy.

After understanding the determination of the two of them, Yang Fan went to the resources of the guard overnight to retrieve a bucket of iron-tailed tiger blood to soak Xu Zhikun's body bones to enhance the flexibility of his body, and at the same time use the vitality in the tiger blood to enhance his affinity for the vitality, so that he could reach the realm of boiling skin faster.

As for Xu Liuyi, he called two water spirit grasses and crushed them mixed in the water to soak them, which played a similar role to the blood of the iron-tailed tiger.

Although the price of the two Water Spirit Grass far exceeded the value of the bucket of tiger blood, no matter how much he saved, he couldn't let a little girl's family soak in a bucket of blood. Moreover, the benefits of the moisture vitality in the water spirit grass for women are far beyond the blood of the iron-tailed tiger.

As for the origin and identity of the two, Lin Qinghan had investigated it as early as the day after they returned to the village, and it was certain that what they said was not a lie. Otherwise, as long as he gave a word, how could he still let Yang Fan get the spiritual materials for the two of them.

In fact, to be honest, he also really wants the Xu family brothers and sisters to cultivate, think about how majestic it is to go out with two followers who are boiling in the skin realm when the time comes!

Of course, everything is fateful. If they were born with the repulsion of Yuan Qi and couldn't cultivate, then there was no way to do it.

Yang Fan shook his head and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

With the first rays of sunlight shining from the top of Qinglong Mountain, the ancestral hall was already crowded again.

Liu Xinzhao stood up and said a few words according to the practice of the past few days, and announced that the final of the Skinning Realm Refiner had started again.

Coincidentally, Li Wenrong, who Yang Fan had paid attention to on the first day, stood up from the No. 6 ring under his gaze.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan smiled in surprise, and immediately watched his game seriously.

Regardless of whether he was deliberately placed in this ring, just with his excellent fighting skills, it was worth letting Yang Fan watch his game carefully.

"What's wrong, Xiaofan?"

Yu Lingzhu heard the chuckling voice coming from the side, and with a little curiosity, she looked back and asked.

"Nothing. I just saw a very talented teenager. ”

As he spoke, Yang Fan raised his chin and pointed to the No. 6 ring.

"Since you're saying that, it's time to watch him fight. ”

Yu Lingzhu blinked her eyes and looked seriously at the number six ring.

Li Wenrong is still able to fight on stage after three knockout rounds, which is already very telling.

Among the remaining two hundred and fifty body refiners now, most of them are masters in the late stage of the Boiling Skin Realm, and there are less than ten people in the middle stage of the Boiling Skin Realm. As for those in the early stage, at most, they will reach the second round of elimination, and they can only regret to quit.

In fact, Yang Fan was not the only one who saw Li Wenrong in the ring, Lin Qinghan and others had already discovered it when he came to power. It's just a little memory in my mind, remembering the battle list arranged yesterday, and I sigh slightly in my heart.

Li Wenrong's fourth game was also his second battle with the late-stage refiner of the Boiling Skin Realm.

Wang Jinlin, the peak refiner in the late stage of the Boiling Skin Realm, the veteran powerhouse in the village, has stayed in the late stage of boiling for ten years and has not advanced an inch.

The middle-aged man's knife-like resolute face was expressionless, and a smile only appeared when he raised his hands to intersect.

With his realm, he really couldn't think of the slightest possibility of losing.

He had also seen Li Wenrong's battle against the late stage of the Boiling Skin Realm against the refiner of the late stage of the Boiling Skin Realm yesterday, and in his opinion, the reason why Li Wenrong was able to win was that the person had not been cultivating for a long time to the late stage of the Boiling Skin, and the second was that the person's combat experience was far inferior to him.

I really don't understand how Li Wenrong, who is in his teens, has such a strong sense of battle when he is in the middle of his cultivation.

This is the only thing Wang Jinlin feels he needs to be careful about.

The forearms of the two of them were closed at the touch of a button.

In an instant, one retreats and one advances.

Wang Jinlin retreated because his sword was still in the sheath.

Li Wenrongjin also because Wang Jinlin's sword was still in the sheath.

That's the rule, after all, the distance between the two is already so close, if you ignore the attack distance between the two, let the swordsman draw his sword and intersect the boxer's forearm, wouldn't someone swing the sword to hit the opponent.

Therefore, no matter what weapon the two people use in the competition, as long as they are not the same, they all intersect with their forearms, which represents the beginning of the competition.

Let's say that the two of them swept towards the north like a wind, Li Wenrong chased two steps, and even blasted forward regardless of the center of gravity, and an iron fist crossed the distance between the two, intending to knock him out of the ring in one fell swoop by taking advantage of his retreat.

In an instant, his speed surged to the next level, and it was already worthy of touching Wang Jinlin's clothes.

Seeing Li Wenrong so desperate, Wang Jinlin's vitality under his skin suddenly agitated, and the skin of his upper body, especially his right arm, instantly expanded in a circle, supporting the originally thin body and arm, and grasping the long sword on his waist like lightning.

"Not good!"

Li Wenrong hurriedly put his vitality on the side of his body that was close to the ground, and suddenly fell down, knowing that he couldn't tell the winner in one move. No matter how confident he was, he didn't believe that his fists could block the sharp iron sword.

"Huh!"

Before the thought disappeared, a bright sword light flashed against his scalp, and a handful of black hair fluttered.

"Bang!"

The sword flashed, and his body was about to fall to the ground.

"Ding!"

Hurriedly, a lazy donkey rolled to the side and stood up, causing Wang Jinlin to slash down the pitch-black stone with a sword.

I don't know if the stone on the Ten Thousand Snake Cliff is a valuable treasure, it is extremely hard, and the sword does not hurt. Before Wang Jinlin's sword, I don't know how many swords had been slashed in these rings, but now I couldn't find even a trace of extra scratches.

Naturally, this is not the time to introduce stones. Li Wenrong stood up suddenly, turned around and stabbed the sword on his side, exhaled and opened his breath, and the momentum of his whole body actually swelled violently, with a burst of shouts and a punch.

"Boom-"

A slight sound of breaking the air sounded in the air, and with an incomparable domineering aura, it slammed into Wang Jinlin's chest.

Wang Jinlin was shocked, hurriedly withdrew his sword and returned to defense, and the proud defensive sword trick came easily.

"Boom!"

The talisman sword curtain fluctuated in front of him like a ripple of water, but it only lasted for less than a blink of an eye before it was shattered by a punch, beating the straight sword body into a curved "U" shape.

"What!"

Yang Fan's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Lin Qinghan also sighed lightly.

Liu Xinzhao smiled and said in a low voice:

"Interesting ......"

was smashed by a punch, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Wang Jinlin's mouth, and he looked at Li Wenrong in the distance with a lot of power, and said incredibly:

"You... You've also been promoted to the late-stage realm?"

Li Wenrong breathed a breath of qi and blood that suddenly erupted from his body, and laughed wantonly:

"That's right! After fighting with Wang Haiwen yesterday, I comprehended the next type of alchemy and broke through at night. I just kept suppressing the fluctuations of qi and blood in my body before!"

Yang Fan glanced at Uncle Lin and said to himself:

"What a genius! The cultivation speed is fast, and the combat talent is high!"

In the ring, Wang Jinlin raised his hand to wipe away the blood, and crossed the sword on his chest:

"Awesome! I didn't expect another genius to come out of our village!"

didn't wait for the color on Li Wenrong's face to fade, his voice did not decrease, and the blazing look in his eyes brought a crazy face:

"But the pressure I feel from you has made me see the possibility of being promoted to the Grinding Body Realm! I will never lose easily!"

No one can understand the feelings of those who have been stuck in one realm for more than ten years.

But as long as there is the slightest possibility of being promoted, he will not give up.

The arm shook, the long sword shook, and it seemed that he also sensed the master's sky-high battle intent, and the silver-white sword body trembled slightly, emitting bursts of sword sounds.

Li Wenrong was even more youthful and vigorous, laughed, closed his fists around his waist, and rushed directly into his body.

Ten rings, this one is the most aggressive.

"Overlord Fist!"

"Soft Water Sword!"

The domineering spirit mixed with a faint humidity spread out of the ring and spread to the rostrum.

Liu Xinzhao looked shocked.

Because what he felt from this was not how strong the vitality fluctuations were, but Li Wenrong's domineering fist intent.

Wang Jinlin's soft water sword is obviously also a self-created water sword technique, but it follows the same vitality route as most people, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the vitality, and the greater the power.

Fist intent is a cultivation method that is completely different from this route.

Although for those who cultivate fist intent, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the vitality and the greater the power, but the strength of the will and the depth of understanding of one's fist intent will have a greater impact on the power of the fist technique.

Because the cultivation of fist intent does not focus on vitality, but only on thoughts, and there is no alchemy technique that can progress step by step when cultivating, so in the Xuantian Continent, it is more common for cultivators who still cultivate physical skills and emphasize vitality.

However, when there was not much difference in the strength of the vitality of the two, the reason why the cultivation of fist intent was difficult to cultivate the vitality was manifested here.

"Boom-"

The two figures shot backwards together.

It's just that one of the sword-wielding figures flew directly out of the ring, and was picked up by the referee standing in the corner early, while the other shorter figure rubbed all the way against the pitch-black ring and slowly stopped on the edge of the stone platform.

"Ring No. 6, winner: Li Wenrong!

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cough, some can't stop it, and the battle of the body refiners in the Skin Realm will end here, after all, they can't release their vitality yet, they can only punch and kick, so ...... Okay, in order to grind the captains of the physical realm to play together, the brothers don't count the tickets and collect anything?(If you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not realistic to compare more than 2,000 people in three days, so appropriate modifications have been made in Chapter 51 "Ten Thousand Trees Divine Formula".) I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused. ）