A quarter of an hour later, the elders took the stage to announce the rules of the competition.

"Guys, I think you've already figured out your class, so the competition will start in earnest, and you'll need to hand in your storage bag with just one weapon."

"Don't be opportunistic, don't fish in troubled waters, if you are found to have violated the rules, you will be disqualified from this competition, and you will not be able to participate in the next sect competition."

"When you're ready, please take off your storage bag and stand on the edge of the ring and go up to fight."

After the elder finished speaking, Song Shiyin turned back to discuss with his companion and said, "The three of us can keep three different weapons to make up for each other's shortcomings."

Zhuo Guang nodded in agreement, he chose the bow and arrow, indeed, in the past fights, he used the bow and arrow to always find the enemy's weakness and win with one move, or he could pull from a distance to create opportunities for himself.

Tan Leshan didn't know what to choose, he rarely used weapons, and he was always practicing the exercises.

Song Shiyin thought about it for a while, and finally decided to choose a long sword, and at the same time, she suggested that Tan Leshan choose a long whip, so that they could fight both remotely and hand-to-hand.

When he was ready, Song Shiyin took off the storage bag from his waist, and before he could think about it, the storage bag left his body, and he flew up in the air and floated towards the elder.

When everyone was ready, everyone gathered around the ring, leaving a distance between everyone and watching the others cautiously.

Song Shiyin, Zhuo Guang and Tan Leshan glanced at each other, and then walked slowly towards the ring, while the rest of the team behind him cheered for a few people.

When she arrived at the stage, Song Shiyin turned her head to look at the elder, the elder did not speak, only looked at the ring with a smile, she was at ease, turned her head and whispered to the two of them, "The competition has begun."

Tan Leshan was startled, looked around in a panic, no one dared to be the first to act, they all turned their heads left and right, looking at each other.

Song Shiyin motioned for the two to steady, and at the same time glanced around with his residual vision, beware of someone secretly poisoning him.

As the clock ticked by, and no one was moving, the elder seemed to finally take it anymore and said, "What are you waiting for? Disciples who are not on the stage after the five breaths will all be eliminated."

As soon as these words came out, someone came to the stage in a panic, and before he could stand firmly, someone next to him secretly made a move, and the person barely stabilized his figure, turned around, but could not find anyone.

Song Shiyin saw this scene in his eyes, turned his head and told the two: "We must be careful."

The three of them put their arms to their arms, and walked forward little by little, Zhuo Guang stood in the middle, he carried the arms of the two with his hands on the left and right, and then jumped and took the two of them to the stage together.

As soon as she went up, she walked towards the middle, Song Shiyin paid attention to the movements of the people around her, her eyes swept over one by one, paying attention to anything that was wrong.

The trip went quite smoothly, and several people found the best position, and the three of them turned their backs to each other, forming a circle, and their arms were close together, paying attention to the anomaly in their own position.

At this time, there were still some monks alone, and they couldn't stop panicking as they looked at the crowd around them.

"How's that for us together?"

"The top 10 will all qualify, and together with the three of us, there are still seven seats."

"We've got four of us, brother, are you joining?"

Almost no one refused, and everyone knew that it was foolish to go it alone in a chaotic group battle.

There are also people who seize the opportunity to take advantage of the fact that some monks are still in the alliance, unable to get together with the team, and are still in a state of being alone, and quickly attack, trying to hit them one by one and knock people out of the ring.

The man who had been beaten staggered, then turned back angrily, and soon caught a sneaky monk hiding behind him.

"It's not you! Despicable villain!"

"That's the rule! I didn't do anything wrong! It's because you're not as good as others!" The man was not afraid, but raised his head and retorted.

"Okay, you, then let's see who is not as good as others, come and fight with me in a dignified manner! What kind of tricks are you doing behind your back!"

"Hit it! Who is afraid of whom?"

The big war was about to break out, and the two fought on the stage, giving others a chance to take advantage of

At this opportunity, many people choose to fish in troubled waters, and for a while, the sword light and sword dance, and the colorful spiritual power flies around, which is dazzling.

Tan Leshan was a little nervous, Song Shiyin could hear his shortness of breath, and she comforted, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, we are here."

Tan Leshan nodded with difficulty, but he still couldn't stop his body from trembling.

When the lone monk saw this scene, he no longer hesitated, and quickly ran in the direction of the group, so far, the field was full of groups, and more than a dozen monks had fallen under the ring.

They all looked angry, it was obvious that they had been played a trick in the chaos, and they would stop there and only participate in the next session.

Song Shiyin looked at all the groups on the field one by one, counting his own, there were a full nine, and they were all scattered and standing in various parts of the ring, keeping a short distance from each other.

Everyone was waiting for someone to be the first to strike, but everyone didn't want to be the first one.

Song Shiyin and the three of them were very calm, and only looked quietly in their own direction.

Song Shiyin was in front of a group of five people, they obviously didn't know each other before, and they were a little rusty, and they didn't deliver all the trust, there was still a little distance between them, and they had to pay attention to their companions while being wary of the enemy, so as to avoid them from hacking.

There was a bang, it was the direction of Zhuo Guang's side, and someone couldn't help but make a move, Song Shiyin saw with his afterglow that this was a group of eight people, with a considerable numerical advantage, no wonder he dared to be the first person.

Their choice of opponents was also interesting, with only three of them, eight against three, and the result seemed to be predestined.

Xu was inspired by their approach, and the group in front of Song Shiyin also made eye contact, and then they all stared at Song Shiyin tightly, it seemed that they were staring at their own team.

Song Shiyin's arm was raised slightly, giving Zhuo Guang and Tan Leshan on both sides a signal, ready to respond to the enemy.

The five of them discussed, and the monk closest to Song Shiyin took the lead, he raised his hand, and several fireballs hit Song Shiyin's feet, Song Shiyin grabbed the arms of the two and dodged backwards together.

"Be careful!" Zhuo Guang admonished that their danger came not only from the team of five, but also from the others who were eyeing them behind them.

"There are only three of us, and we can do it!" The Fireball Male Cultivator said, his face smug, as if victory was in sight.

"Hahaha, one of them is a nun, she looks thin and small." The person who spoke glanced Song Shiyin up and down, and sneered.

"Look at her face so black, I'm going to be by you!"

Five people against three people, everyone will think that five people will win, after all, the gap in numbers is difficult to make up, these people include several other teams on the field, as well as the elders and disciples on the table.

"Give you a chance, go down obediently, otherwise my master and I will be light and heavy when I start to move for a while, and it will not be good to scratch your little face." The fireball male cultivator smiled maliciously.

"Her face isn't good-looking, and with a few more wounds, it's even uglier." The man next to him echoed him.

Tan Leshan was angry when he heard it, his face was flushed, and he wanted to say something to refute, but his lips opened and closed a few times, and he still couldn't say such ugly words.

Song Shiyin doesn't care about their verbal insults, useless people will be prestigious, and those who are confident in their strength will shoot directly, leaving no room for it.

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" Song Shiyin raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Yo, I'm angry!" The five of them laughed, which gave Song Shiyin a chance.

Song Shiyin made a decisive move, pinching the trick in his hand, and the Spirit Devouring Vine grew from the ground, tightly wrapping around the feet of one of the monks, making him unable to move.

"Break them one by one!" Song Shiyin whispered, and Zhuo Guang and Tan Leshan nodded.

Tan Leshan launched the exercises and said in a low voice: "Innate Xuan Loess Technique!"

The dirt slowly rose, creating a solid wall of dirt behind the trio, shielding them from attacks from behind.

Zhuo Guang also took out the bow and arrow from his back, and he stood still, the bow and arrow raised, aiming at the position

, shot several arrows one after another at the male cultivator who was trapped by Song Shiyin, and the arrows carried the spiritual power of the wood system.

The male cultivator was trapped in place, unable to break free, and the arrow pierced his shoulder, and blood oozed from the wound, staining the Zong's uniform red.

He screamed in pain, this was not over, the wood spiritual power glowed with a faint green light at his wound, and then a small grass grew, and the grass devoured the blood in his body, thriving.

As if in great pain, he fell to the ground, holding one hand on his shoulder, and screamed in tears.

This cry spread far away, and the disciples on the table were all attracted and looked towards Zhuoguang, who had caused all this.

The four monks around the male cultivator were frightened and looked at Zhuo Guang with a shocked expression, and one of them couldn't help but touch his shoulder, his body trembling.

Song Shiyin simply used the Spirit Devouring Vine to wrap his body around, and under the huge pain, the male cultivator didn't have the strength to dodge, she flicked her arm, and the male cultivator was sent out of the ring.

At this time, Zhuo Guang also withdrew his hand, and the grass at the wound of the male cultivator quickly withered, turned into a little spiritual power, and dissipated in the air.

There were only four people left in the five-person team, and the four of them glanced at each other, decided to attack together, and jumped close to Song Shiyin and the three of them in three or two steps.

They didn't dare to insult Song Shiyin again this time, their faces were gloomy, and they shot together in silence.

Song Shiyin repeated his old trick, summoned the Spirit Devouring Vine, and wrapped it around one of the people's legs, he saw Song Shiyin's intentions, and struggled frantically, and the three companions around him also helped him get rid of it.

Song Shiyin sneered, and once again summoned three devouring vines, four, one wrapped around one person's legs, and all four of them were "mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect themselves".

The four of them tried to pull their feet out with all their strength, but in vain, Song Shiyin controlled the Spirit Devouring Vine with one hand, tightening it tighter and tighter, and two of them fell to the ground due to excessive force, and it was difficult to get up again.

Tan Leshan also made a seal in his hand, he summoned the dirt and piled it up under the feet of the remaining two, the two of them were raised by the dirt, failed to stand firmly, fell from the high clods of soil, and smashed to the ground.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and fight back!" Finally, someone couldn't help it and yelled at his companion next to him.

The companion was stunned, then looked angry and said irritably, "You tell me? Why don't you fight yourself? It's all because you were going to say so many cruel things just now, I thought you were so powerful, it turned out that you were only working on your mouth!"

"Stop arguing! Find a way to break free of this damn vine!" The other couldn't stand it anymore and spoke impatiently.

Even if they can break free from the vines, the outcome of this game is doomed to lose, how can companions who have lost trust and lost their hearts work together to defeat the enemy?

What's more, their strength has not even been able to do the first step.

The four of them hurriedly threw their spiritual power at Song Shiyin, none of them hit her, she waved her hand to control the Spirit Devouring Vine, this time she didn't even let Zhuo Guang make a move, and several people were swept off the stage by her.

At this point, there are only four teams left on the stage.