Seeing that the number plates had already been distributed, the mentor said, "This competitive competition, the major empires are very concerned, and even our esteemed courtyard master is also present at the scene."

Ye Lingchen was taken aback, the master of the courtyard that the mentor said should be the old man he met at the gate that day, why didn't he find out where he was.

Slowly, a black shadow appeared on the high platform, Ye Lingchen's eyes froze, how did he appear so quietly, such a profound attainment, it was really admirable.

The soul shadow bowed and saluted, "I have long admired the prestige of the Lord of the Boer Academy, and when I saw it today, it was true, so I guess my understanding of that mystery has reached a higher level."

"Hehe, you're welcome, the old man's cultivation time is much longer than that of you young people, and what is the current cultivation." Pol stroked his beard and said slowly.

Bol said to the mentor, "Alright, let's start the athletic tournament."

The instructor nodded and said, "I wonder if any student is willing to take the initiative to be the leader of this ring?"

There was silence in the field, no one responded, many people pouted, there are so many masters here, they don't understand, who wants to be the first to eat crabs.

The instructor smiled slightly, and said again: "There are only about 1,000 students present, and now there are 50 people who are the champions, and they have to win ten games in a row to advance, if you don't stand up first, and wait until you make a move later, you may not even have a chance to advance."

Everyone looked down in thought, but still no one stood up.

Half an hour had passed, and a loud voice said, "I am the first to be the Lord."

Ye Lingchen looked at the source of the voice, his expression suddenly froze, and he said to himself, "It's actually this guy, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance."

The man was covered in muscles and had a cyan cloak on his body, which was the grandson Ye Lingchen had seen in the cultivator's cemetery.

The instructor said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Seeing that no one else had come out, the mentor began to randomly report a few numbers, "No. 1, No. 11, No. 21...... Five hundred. A few of you will be the champions of the first round. Let's get started. Remember to get to the point."

Ye Lingchen is a thousand, not in this list.

Under the scorching sun, fifty dueling platforms awaited the challenge of those in the audience.

These champions are all selected at random, not all of them are necessarily strong, although the students of each academy do not know each other very well, but according to the rules of previous years, they can still analyze the approximate strength of the students of which academy.

Ye Lingchen is not in a hurry, if he wants to win ten consecutive victories faster, he can't blindly win with strong force.

Ye Lingchen smiled slightly, since this is the case, then it is necessary to show weakness a little.

Looking towards the fifty rings, Ye Lingchen also had a general understanding of the strength of those champions, most of their strength was at the first and middle levels of the Xuanyou Middle Realm, and a few of them had reached the peak.

Ye Lingchen naturally did not challenge the champion at the peak of the Xuanyou Middle Realm, but found a relatively weak champion to challenge. After all, if he challenged the peak champion of the Xuanyou Middle Realm at the beginning, the power consumed would be relatively large, and it would be easy to expose his hole cards.

Ye Lingchen's eyes slowly aimed at one of the rings, where the two were still fighting, and each other's strength was comparable, but Ye Lingchen found that the champion looked relaxed, and he knew that the champion also had reservations.

Sure enough, it was only a short time, and the champion suddenly burst out, and a blood-red big knife in his hand frantically slashed at the opponent. After just a few rounds, the opponent who had consumed too much retreated step by step, and the defeat was already achieved.

"Drink!" The blood-red broadsword flickered in the air, slashing a ray of light and rolling towards his opponent. The spiritual power in that person's body had already been consumed, and now it was such a strong knife, where could he catch it.

In an instant, with the flash of the sword, the man's body popped out of the ring like a missile.

Ye Lingchen had his feet on the ground a little, and he jumped up, his body was agile, and it was just a time to breathe, and he appeared on the dueling table.

Ye Lingchen faced the side

The mentor on the side nodded slightly, turned to the lord and said, "Do you need to take a break?"

The lord's eyes swept over Ye Lingchen slightly, and he borrowed the donkey from the slope and said, "Hmm. The battle just now took a lot of toll on me, and I need to recover first."

Ye Lingchen looked left and right, and the other events in the ring really didn't attract him, so he closed his eyes and recuperated.

After a long time, the champion finally recovered almost, he glanced at Ye Lingchen, from the breath he felt that Ye Lingchen was not strong, so he said, "You can start now, but I have to say hello in advance, my shot may be a little heavy, don't blame me for any damage."

As he spoke, the corners of the ringmaster's mouth grinned, and he glanced in the direction of the previous student.

Ye Lingchen said, "Haha, I like to fight with arrogant people. Come on......

As he spoke, Ye Lingchen dodged, took a few steps back, and opened his hands slightly, making an attacking gesture.

Although the lord was arrogant, he also had some strength, and when he saw Ye Lingchen like this, he secretly became vigilant.

The first encounter between the two strangers must have been mainly a temptation at the beginning, so neither of them took the lead in attacking.

The champion finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, let out a loud cry in his mouth, and rushed towards Ye Lingchen.

Ye Lingchen smiled slightly, and said secretly, "Are you finally going to make a move?" The spiritual power was transported, and suddenly a feeling full of power filled Ye Lingchen's heart.

The master hammered Ye Lingchen with a pair of fists, and Ye Lingchen's pair of yellow fists also met him.

"Bang!" The fists touched, and the huge force made both of them push away slightly for a distance.

"You're good." The lord said lightly.

Ye Lingchen didn't say anything, just glanced at the other party lightly, in the process of fighting just now, he already knew the approximate strength of the other party.

The white light flashed in the man's hand, and a stick appeared in his hand, with a faint streamer spinning on it.

The master of the ring said a few words silently, and his hands drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, and suddenly the stick in his hand shone brightly, dripping and spinning in his hand.

Ye Lingchen's eyes stared at the opponent's magic weapon, and under such a high-speed rotation, another kind of power faintly generated around the magic weapon.

Ye Lingchen secretly said in his heart, "It seems that this spiritual skill still has something unique!"

Ye Lingchen roared, relying on a pair of fists to contact the opponent's magic weapon.

As soon as he made contact, he felt a huge tearing sensation coming. Although his body is strong, it is inevitable that he will be a little reluctant to collide with the magic weapon like this.

Ye Lingchen's rotating spiritual power was transmitted to the opponent's body through the magic weapon, and the feeling of that energy raging in the body, Ye Lingchen deeply felt that the pain was not something that ordinary people could bear.

When the two came into contact, the champion was still extremely proud in his heart, because he thought that Ye Lingchen would undoubtedly seek death if he collided with his magic weapon with his physical body alone.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ye Lingchen's energy was so weird, directly penetrating his body through the stick in his hand.