Although there were many amazing people who attracted attention from time to time, the test on the square was still carried out very quickly.

As the last disciple completed the test, the hundred martial arts stone pillars on the field gradually dissipated their light and returned to their normal state, leaving only eight hundred conspicuous names hanging high above the martial arts list in the sky.

"On the martial arts list, eight hundred disciples, the first and last in the ring, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, and those who win three games in a row can get the quota to enter the ancient mysterious realm." In the middle of the air, a black holy robe hung in the sky, and the majestic holy voice spread throughout the square.

Behind Sikong Hanging, a white-haired figure stepped out, with a wave of his right hand, streamers flew out of his sleeves, growing in the air, and finally flew to the arena and turned into a neat array of rings, and the number signs from "one" to "four hundred" appeared on the ring.

Wang Ping looked at the four hundred rings that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was extremely shocked by the infinite emotion left for the saint's methods, whether it was observing the battle between the Thousand Peerless Half-Saints and the red-haired ghost He Teng, or now that the white-haired saint waved his hand, he placed the four hundred rings neatly on the field, which made him feel extremely shocked.

"All the disciples on the list go to the stage to compete, and if one party takes the initiative to admit defeat or is knocked out of the ring, the competition will end."

In mid-air, the white-haired sage seemed to have taken over the task of presiding over the competition from Sikong Hang's hand, and gave orders to the disciples in the field.

As soon as the sage's decree came out, naturally no one dared to disobey it, and one by one, the Tianjiao disciples who were fortunate enough to be on the martial arts list flew towards their rings.

The so-called battle between the first and last battles is nothing more than that out of the eight hundred, the first place and the eighth hundredth place will fight, and the winner will continue to compete with the winner of the fourth hundredth place and the four hundred and one people, and so on, and after the final three battles, only one hundred people will be left to get the final place in the Ancient Mystic Realm.

Wang Ping flew unhurriedly towards his No. 45 ring, and when he arrived at the ring, there was already a big fat man with two machetes stuck in his waist.

The fat man's face was full of fat, and the flesh on his face trembled when he walked, and when he saw Wang Ping coming, his face was a little happy and tried to show a vicious expression, and he pulled out the two knives from his waist, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "Don't think that a high ranking can determine the winner or loser, let me use a double knife today to break your dream of being a Tianjiao." ”

Wang Ping looked at the fat man in front of him, a little confused, how could he feel that he was only forty-five, and he looked like he was more than seven hundred.

The fat man saw that Wang Ping didn't pay attention to himself for a long time, and only felt that he was very unpopular, and he was inexplicably angry for a while, so he picked up his double knife and slashed at Wang Ping, shouting loudly in his mouth.

"Boy, let me Yushu Linfeng Wen Yuhao teach you a good lesson today."

Seeing the fat man in front of him slashing towards him with two knives that looked like pig-killing knives, Wang Ping felt a little helpless in his heart, why did this first opponent look a little abnormal.

The knife momentum is surging, although this fat man looks happy, and his brain looks a little abnormal, but to be able to rank on the martial arts list, he naturally has his own advantages, and the two pig-killing knives are played by him quite imposingly.

Wang Ping saw that there was some mystery in this fat man's knife technique, and he also put away his contempt for a while, this fat man was only afraid that he was a genius of the knife department, and his sword attainments had reached the realm of clear knife heart, and the knife qi set off the trembling fat flesh all over his body, even if he was an ordinary martial artist in the Ichthyosaurus Realm, he was afraid that he could fight more than a dozen moves.

But even if it is a martial artist who has really entered the Fish and Dragon Realm, it is not worth the current Wang Ping's full attack, Wang Ping did not take out the Red Flame Fist, but just used the ordinary Dawn Qiming in the Shuangyang Fist to meet the sword qi attacked by this fat man.

The golden fist light was like the rising sun shining through the darkness, easily scattering the swept knife qi, and the remaining fist shadow hit the two pig-killing knives, and the huge impact was transmitted to the body, shaking the fat man's fat all over his body to tremble wildly, and retreating step by step, leaving a deep footprint on the ring.

"This fat brother, your sword skills are much better than yours." Wang Ping smiled at the fat man in front of him.

"I'm not called Fat Brother, my name is Wen Yuhao, boy, you completely angered me."

The fat man Wen Yuhao shouted angrily at Wang Ping, as if he was too angry, his eyes became red, and his breathing gradually became heavy. Then, in Wang Ping's shocked and surprised gaze, the fat on his body decreased little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon changed from a big fat man to a medium fat man.

After being slimmed, this Wen Yuhao also regained his senses, and his face no longer had some funny expressions just now, but looked a little calm. He reinserted the double knife in his hand into his waist, looked at Wang Ping with confident eyes, and then began to chant poetry:

"The Hero's Knife Pulls Around the Waist"

As soon as the words came out, the double knives on his waist came out of their sheaths in an instant, turning into two silver streamers, which were like two silver dragons flying.

"The sword is out of the four fields and the expedition"

The silver dragon was like practice, with the Dao Dao sword qi swept towards Wang Ping again, it was a few points stronger than before, Wang Ping was also very interested in this fat man's knife technique at this time, so he used the Qianhe palm to continuously unload the attacking sword qi.

Wen Yuhao saw that his sword qi was easily removed by Wang Ping, and he snorted coldly in his heart, but the double knives in his hands were even more powerful.

"Born to break the evil brake"

As soon as the knife turned, it became magnificent, and there was a sense of overwhelming people, suppressing Wang Ping's unfinished palm for a while.

"Be the first man in the world"

The sword qi and the knife momentum merged, and the two silver dragons merged into one, turning into a sword light that split mountains and broken stones, and slashed towards Wang Ping.

Looking at the sword light that fell from the top of his head, Wang Ping actually felt a little dangerous, and he no longer retained his strength, the true qi in his body was running, and he struck a thousand river palms with all his might.

The palm power and the sword light met, and both exploded and scattered, Wang Ping's white clothes were blown violently, while Wen Yuhao flew back upside down and flew all the way to the edge of the ring.

"Good knife technique, really good knife technique, fat brother, what is the name of your knife technique, it is really amazing." Wang Ping asked with a smile on his face, appreciating the knife technique just now.

Although his own strength is strong, he does not have much chance to fight with this kind of opponent who can be called a genius, this Wen Yuhao, although he is only ranked more than seven hundred on the martial arts list, but after the fat is dispersed, his strength is far more than that, and his attainments in sword skills are even more outstanding among his peers.

Wen Yuhao exhaled a sullen breath in his chest, heard Wang Ping call him fat brother again, and wanted to continue to be angry, but when he heard him praise his knife skills, he barely suppressed his dissatisfaction, and said proudly:

"This is my self-created heroic sword technique, and it will inevitably spread throughout the Heavenly Furnace Realm in the future along with the name of my Yushu Linfeng Wen Yuhao."

As if he was afraid that Wang Ping would not believe it, he inserted the double knife back into the scabbard, put his hands on his back, his head slightly tilted to one side, looked at the sky at forty-five degrees, and continued in a deep voice:

"If I lose to you today, it's not that my heroic sword technique lost to you, but that my cultivation is not as strong as yours.

After speaking, he didn't care about Wang Ping on the ring, turned around abruptly, stepped out of the ring in one step, and flew into the distance without looking back.

Wang Ping was stunned on the stage for a while, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

"This fat guy is really a talent, not only confident, but also very narcissistic, but his knife skills are really amazing enough." Wang Ping whispered in his heart.

Although he didn't know much about sword techniques, this so-called heroic sword technique was displayed in the hands of a Heavenly Extreme Realm martial artist, and it could make him feel a trace of threat, which meant that he had surpassed ordinary spirit-level martial arts.

"Being able to create such a suitable sword technique in the Heavenly Extreme Realm, this fat brother's sword talent is really wonderful, this kind of talent is just a little-known person in the various departments, this outer courtyard is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, I don't know how wonderful the sword technique of the first person in the sword path department, Li Qingyan, is."

Thinking of this, Wang Ping not only looked forward to the next competition.

In the first round of the competition, most of the opponents encountered by the real powerhouses were very different from themselves, and there were only a few people like Wang Ping who encountered strange things after all, but between the disciples in the middle ranking, the strength was similar, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

Wang Ping was also happy to see the demeanor of various departments, so he observed the competition in the surrounding rings on the ring.

After looking around, I saw a few familiar figures, Lieshan Qianqian purple white clothes stood on the edge of the ring and waved to Wang Ping; The long hair was scattered, and Fu Wuming, who had deep eyes in his eyes, stood quietly, and before the sword was unsheathed, the sword momentum had already pressed the opponent into surrender and admit defeat; The Confucian-robed Lieshan Qingcheng smiled slightly at Wang Ping's gaze, his opponent had already been knocked out of the ring with a punch.

The sight continued to flow, and a beautiful figure wearing a purple Luo skirt appeared in Wang Ping's eyes, his hair was scattered, and the small purple horns were half hidden in the hair, Wang Ping was suddenly a little distracted. I haven't seen her for a few years, and now the girl is becoming more and more graceful, and she is independent, and this figure is Zi Ling'er, who has had some entanglements with Wang Ping.

Zi Ling'er also noticed Wang Ping's gaze, and when she looked at it, she also recognized him at a glance, with a slightly complicated expression on her face, and after a while, she turned around and turned her back to the ring where Wang Ping was.

"I didn't expect it, it's really her, Zi Ling'er, because Senior Brother Ling and I made you ugly at the beginning, but I was also hunted down and killed because of this, and Senior Brother Ling has already died, so I don't owe you anything." Wang Ping couldn't help but think of the crazy figure in the night, the sad and hateful person.

With a low sigh in his heart, Wang Ping lost the interest of continuing to watch the battle, retracted his gaze, and quietly waited for the start of the second game.

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