313 Goodbye Clouds Fluttering

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Compared to the first round, this second round of competition took longer and became more intense, and the shouts around the skyline square kept rising into the sky, stirring the sky.

Like Mu Han, Ji Yulu and Wen Chao also ended the battle early.

However, Ling Yi and Xiang Chen did not continue the good luck of the previous round, among which Ling Yi met a monk of the Xuantian Double Heaven, and only narrowly won after a hard battle, while Xiang Chen met a "Lifespring Sevenfold Heaven" monk of the Shenxiao Heavenly Sect, he simply admitted defeat before he made a move.

Nearly an hour and a half later, the second round of the competition was completely over.

More than 30,000 people were defeated, and the four wide martial platforms all seemed a little empty, while the surroundings of the Sky Square were even more crowded and noisy.

"At the end of the second round of the Tianzong Martial Arts Association, 37,344 people won, and each of them will receive a 'Five Qi Returning Yuan Pill'......

In Xiao Yixian's loud shouts, countless white rays burst out from the square platform, landing towards the four martial platforms like jade beads. After a few moments, each of the four sect disciples who passed the second round of the competition received a "Five Qi Returning Yuan Pill", which attracted the envy of countless people around the square.

This time, about a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Yixian announced the start of the third round of the competition.

Those who can support the third round, except for the Dao Realm monks, the rest are also the strongest among the peak monks of the Martial Transformation Realm, so this round is a little more intense than the second round.

Time flies like a shuttle......

1,000 seats on a round platform. The competition went on round by round. It's in full swing. Winners who cheer and losers who hang their heads are produced almost all the time.

Ji Yulu is still continuing her good luck, and she meets the monk of "Xuanfetus One Heavy Heaven". Ling Yi and Wen Chao both encountered the cultivator of the Seventh Heaven of the Xuanti Fetus, and they were defeated neatly.

After Mu Han encountered Dao Realm monks twice in a row, he also had good luck in this third round, and his opponent turned out to be a monk at the peak of the Martial Arts Realm.

Especially that person is still a disciple of the Wuji Heavenly Sect.

Among the current disciples of the Heaven and Earth, Xuan, and Huang Sect of Wuji Heavenly Sect, there is no one who knows Mu Han. After the martial arts realm monk recognized Mu Han, he admitted defeat without saying a word and withdrew from the round platform, after all, it was a lifespring realm. In a martial arts realm, the gap in strength between each other is too large, and there is no need to compete at all.

Someone admits defeat, and Mu Han is naturally happy.

After the end of the third round. There are only more than 18,000 disciples left in the four sects. And in the fourth round, the opponent Mu Han encountered was from the Lingbao Heavenly Sect, with the Xuanfei Sevenfold Heavenly Cultivation.

That person had also heard of Mu Han because of Ji Yunchan's actions before the official start of the martial arts meeting.

However, he did not admit defeat, but immediately launched an attack on Mu Han, thinking that there was also a bit of luck in his heart, it was impossible for a martial arts realm monk to defeat a lifespring realm monk, but the example of a Xuanfetus sevenfold heaven monk defeating a lifespring threefold heaven monk below was not uncommon.

"Poof!"

Mu Han didn't do it at all. It's just that it keeps releasing stronger and stronger mental aura, and the majestic pressure directly impacts the opponent's soul. It was just an instantaneous effort, and the Lingbao Heavenly Sect disciple couldn't stand it anymore, spurting out a mouthful of blood and staggering into the light curtain.

In this round of competition, Ji Yulu also lost to a master of the Destiny Spring Realm, ending her progress in the Heavenly Sect Martial Society.

In the fifth round, Mu Han's opponent was a peak monk of the Martial Transformation Realm.

"Whew!"

This time, Mu Han didn't say more, and almost the moment the opponent just landed, the "Killing Sword" had already broken through the air. A sword forced it off the round.

"Bang!"

In the sixth round, a monk of the Divine Heaven Sect, the Lifespring Triple Heaven, was forced to fall off the stage by Mu Han.

In the seventh round, a disciple of the Wuji Heavenly Sect of the Infinite Spring Dual Heaven was defeated by Mu Han. ...,

Although Mu Han had never practiced swordsmanship, under the urging of strong mana, the murder weapon of the "Killing Sword" was indestructible. is as powerful as a bamboo, not to mention a monk whose strength is weaker than his. Even a Lifespring Realm cultivator who was equivalent to his cultivation realm couldn't resist the attack of the "Killing Sword".

In the same realm, the words of the Dao Pattern Master being the strongest were vividly displayed in Mu Han.

"Whew!"

The white light flickered, and Mu Han returned to the northern Wutai, and the figures around him were quite scarce. There are only a thousand monks who were able to survive the first six rounds and enter the seventh round of the competition.

Among these monks, almost all of them have reached the Dao realm, and there are very few peak monks in the martial arts realm, and only a few guys who are lucky enough to defy the sky have entered the seventh round. However, when this round of competition is over, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see the figure of the martial realm monk on the round platform again.

Almost a quarter of an hour later

, the seventh round of the competition is completely over.

Five hundred and eighty-three people won, plus one who had a bye just now, and 584 people will enter the next round of the competition.

"Three hundred and forty-two Xuanfei Realm monks, two hundred and thirty-six Lifespring Realm monks, and Wanliu Realm monks actually have ......

"Six!"

Mu Han had the soul and mind of the Ten Thousand Streams Realm, and he could easily sense the cultivation of the more than five hundred people on the four martial platforms. Now the remaining monks can be said to be all the elites of the Four Great Heavenly Sects, almost all of them are amazing talents, and each of them is placed in other sects or families, and they are all characters who are offered as treasures. Now, they are all gathered together and fighting for their share of honor.

If they can achieve a good ranking in the Heavenly Sect Martial Society, the status of these respective sects will also rise, and they will obtain more cultivation resources, there is no doubt about it.

"I wonder who my opponent will be in the eighth round?"

Sensing the huge aura, Mu Han was also looking forward to it. For him, the first few rounds of battles were not too challenging, and he deserved to win, and the later competitions were what he was most concerned about. Because the further you go, the greater the chance of encountering a master.

Time passed bit by bit, the sounds around the Skyline Square were wave after wave, but the four martial arts platforms were silent, those monks who won through fierce battles were trying their best to restore their true yuan, and those monks who had no loss were also trying to adjust their state.

After all, every time you compete, you choose your opponent randomly.

No one knows what kind of cultivation their opponents will meet in the next round, and only by being fully prepared at all times can they go further in the martial arts. And in order to allow the disciples of the four sects to compete in the best state, until now, there is quite enough rest time left for everyone.

"The eighth round of the competition begins!"

After a long while, Xiao Yixian's voice sounded again, and when Mu Han entered the true yuan into the jade plate, the familiar soft power wrapped his body again, sending him onto a round platform.

Almost the moment he entered the range of the round platform, a white shadow also imprinted into Mu Han's sight. It was a girl, ten years old, with a convex body, a pretty melon seed face and a pair of big round eyes, and her skin was like freshly woven silk, smooth as clotted fat, smooth as jade.

"Fluttering clouds?"

A long-lost name suddenly jumped out of his mind, and Mu Han couldn't help but scream.

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