Nothing was said all night.

On the second and third days, the battle was carried out normally, and the monks who had completed the fight were all observing the battles of the other monks, after all, it was good for them to know more about their opponents.

Zhao Fu also watched a lot of battles here in the past two days, and benefited a lot, and the fighting methods of each sect were very different.

For example, in Echo Valley, most of their immortal techniques are sonic immortal arts, and they can hurt the enemy by using sound, and the magic weapons are basically flutes, guqins, etc., which are very distinctive.

And Qianjitang found another way, combining the mechanism of the mortal world, with magic weapons, to refine his own body parts, mostly arms, legs, etc., which can burst out with extremely strong power.

Many disciples of the Thousand Cloud Sect will use some kind of spell to manipulate clouds and mist, which is also a special immortal technique of their sect.

What the Qianyuan Sect shows is that there are no characteristics, it can also be said that there are specifics, the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect will not stick to one way, everyone has their own characteristics.

Being able to occupy the head of the four major factions is entirely because of the strength of the Qianyuan Sect itself, and there are not only top masters like Chang Daogang and Sun Zhiqian in the sect, but also hidden masters.

For example, the predecessors of the Pavilion Keeper of the Immortal Law Pavilion are masters who are not weaker than Sun Zhiqian.

In addition to the four major sects, the other sects are also very distinctive, and there are also amazing and glamorous people, for the whole picture of the Taiping Domain's immortal cultivation world, Zhao Fu can only get a glimpse of it at this time.

When he was a mortal, he would never have thought that there would be so many immortal cultivation sects, and there were quite a few of them.

At the end of the first round, there were only 600 people left, and the second round of the draw began.

Sun Zhiqian stretched out his finger and stirred towards the bamboo pieces in mid-air, and the six hundred bamboo pieces began to entangle together chaotically, and then separated in pairs.

Few people would question Sun Zhiqian's manipulation, except for Zhao Fu and Zhuo Yunyao, there were only people from the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Especially after the results of this lottery came out, several elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect were even more angry, because Zhao Fu actually drew the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect again!

"It's not fair, Sun Zhiqian, you must have done something, why did Zhao Fu under your sect win my Heavenly Demon Sect disciple twice?"

An elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect stood up and asked sharply.

Sun Zhiqian didn't defend at all, he pointed to the sky and said slowly, "Maybe God has eyes."

"You!" The elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect were speechless, but they were not easy to attack.

Gu Li also walked over slowly at this time, his vicious face still looked a little pale, and it was obvious that his injuries had not yet recovered.

"Okay, don't say it again, otherwise I think that our Heavenly Demon Sect is really afraid of Zhao Fu's little ***!"

Zhao Fu was stunned, who did he recruit and provoke whom? He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Gu Li, thinking that sooner or later he would slaughter this old dog!

Many sect disciples looked at the place where Zhao Fu was, the current situation was very strange, most of the disciples of other sects were afraid of drawing lots to draw the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Because these demon cultivators are cruel, but their strength is very strong, and their methods are also very weird, they are very lucky to be able to survive against them.

Even in the first round of the competition, if someone was able to defeat the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect, it would be a miserable victory, and I don't know if the victorious monks would recover from their injuries in three days.

However, the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect seemed to be afraid of drawing Zhao Fu from the Qianyuan Sect, and many people had already heard that a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect had been killed by Zhao Fu in the competition.

Could it be that there is such a thing as a nemesis in this world?

Zhao Fu looked at his opponent and found that it was a monk named Wu Siyuan, he looked towards the Heavenly Demon Sect, and he didn't know which one Wu Siyuan was.

However, there was a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect who surprised him very much, that disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect definitely did not look more than fifteen years old, not tall, with an immature face, looking timid, delicate and delicate like a little girl.

If he hadn't stood in the ranks of the Heavenly Demon Sect, no one would have thought that he would actually be a demon cultivator.

"That's Wu Siyuan, but the strange thing is that when fighting, Wu Siyuan and his opponent are both

Shrouded in a thick fog, nothing can be seen, and when the fog clears, Wu Siyuan will win." Yin Xiaocai explained.

Zhao Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help asking, "What about his opponent?"

"Dead, miserable, I heard that all the bones in my body are broken!" Yin Xiaocai said in a trembling voice.

Hearing this, Zhao Fu couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and he really couldn't judge a person's quality by his appearance.

After the draw, the second round of the competition began, and this time only 300 people could advance to the next round.

Zhao Fu handed Jiuyin to Yin Xiaocai, and then slowly walked towards Wu Siyuan.

Yin Xiaocai smiled and cheered: "Senior brother, you must win!"

The monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect also retreated and walked into the distance, but their faces became a little solemn.

Gu Li said with a gloomy face: "Zhao Fu, this little ***, is a candidate who killed several of our demons, what means can he have? It's outrageous!"

Every demon candidate is a monk who is focused on cultivating in the sect, and it is a great loss to die one, not to mention that there are three more dead in the hands of Zhao Fu.

Everyone gave enough space for the battle between Zhao Fu and Wu Siyuan, and many people came here to watch after knowing that Zhao Fu had killed two candidates for the Demon Sect of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Wu Siyuan slowly came to Zhao Fu's face, his timid appearance looked like a kitten, and his immature face was difficult to think that this person was actually a ruthless demon cultivator.

"I've heard of you." He said weakly, his eyes kept looking at the ground, but suddenly, those pupils turned up directly, and his immature face instantly became eerie and terrifying.

"When I saw you the other day, I wanted to kill you!"

Saying these words with a childish face made Zhao Fu's heart tremble suddenly, and he turned his head to look, and found that his body was already filled with white mist at some point.

The fog rose and obscured everything around them, as if the two of them were the only ones left in the whole world.

"The thought of killing you right away makes me tremble with excitement!"

Wu Siyuan let out a strange laugh, his body trembled, and in the thick fog, he seemed to have changed into a different person.

A chain slipped out of his sleeve like a small snake and fell to the ground, and at the head of the chain was a sharp dart, a weapon that resembled a rope dart.

It's just the rope used for the rope dart, and the weapon that slowly slides out of Wu Siyuan's body is an iron cable!

"I think I'm going to want to cut through your flesh and blood!"

Wu Siyuan smiled coldly, and the snake dart that fell to the ground slowly floated at this time!