Lucheng's martial arts competition, compared with the Central Plains countries, the rules are relatively simple and direct, more than 1,000 martial artists participating in the competition, were divided into 16 groups, more than 60 people in each group, to catch and fight by lot, the loser was immediately eliminated, the winner entered the next round, continued to draw, the first two days of the game, each group will only leave one winner. On the third day, the top 16 will continue to compete in a draw to determine the quarterfinals, followed by the semi-finals, semi-finals, and finals, until the top 16 places are finally determined.

Yunzhong and Mo Li were drawn into different groups, Mo Li was drawn to the eleventh group, and Yunzhong was in the first group.

The first group gathered a total of 62 people, and the person who presided over the first group of martial arts was an old man in his seventies, with white hair, but his eyes were shining, and his temples were covered with green muscles, which showed that he was a very strong master.

Without much red tape, the old man took them to a corner of the venue, and a girl from the room took out a clay pot and asked them to draw lots.

Yunzhong took out a folded note in the clay pot, opened it and saw that there was a number "twenty-one" on it, and the girl said softly: "Childe, you have to wait for a while, and it will be your turn to play in the twenty-first game." ”

Yunzhong nodded at her: "Thank you." ”

The girl smiled and continued to hold the clay pot for others to draw lots.

After a while, the first game of the first group began.

The rules of the game are also simple: there are no restrictions on horse combat, and there are no restrictions on weapons, but the use of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows and spears is not allowed, and only close melee combat is allowed. If either team surrenders and concedes, the game ends immediately, and if the host deems that one side has lost the ability to continue fighting, that side loses and the game is terminated. The game does not allow deliberate killers, but with all the effort, if there is a death or injury, it is not considered a foul, but if the host thinks that a player deliberately hurts someone, he will immediately intervene and terminate the game, and the fouler will be judged to lose. Finally, if there is a close match, there is no winner for more than 100 rounds, and the winner is also handed over to the host to decide.

In the first game, both sides were Murowei people, two grassland men wearing leather armor armed with scimitars and skin round shields, each longitudinal war horse, hedged for seven or eight rounds, and finally the one with a slightly lower cultivation was knocked off the horse in a block, suffered a lot of internal injuries, lost the ability to continue fighting, and was directly sentenced to lose.

After cleaning the battlefield a little, the second game began immediately, but there was a person on both sides of the contest who had seen in the clouds, it was the yellow-faced man who bought his three big pills for 60,000 gold coins at the auction, and he had used intimidation to prevent others from bidding at the auction, and he was obviously a ruthless character. I saw him wearing cyan armor, straddle a blue-maned horse, holding a big ring knife, a pair of ring eyes with fierce light, and reported his name as the captain of the Great Xia Kingdom, Hu Zhen.

His opponent was a young samurai from the Prudence, with a long lance in his hand.

The presiding old man began to shout, and the two of them began to hedge at full speed.

Suddenly, the host old man and Yunzhong shouted at the same time: "I can't help it!"

It was too late, and I saw Hu Zhen's big knife like lightning, cutting through the sky, cutting off the opponent's lance, the momentum was unabated, and it fell on the shoulders of the young prudent warrior, and even the men and horses were split into two pieces, and a large blood flower was raised in the field.

Hu Zhen glanced at the stunned warriors around him with a proud gaze, made a gesture to the old man who presided over the game as a greeting, and went straight off the field, waiting for the next round of the game.

The old man's face is very unsightly, this guy is at the peak of the ground level, against a martial artist in the early stage of the Xuan Rank, he is actually doing it with all his might, killing with one move, although he did not violate the rules of the game, but such a ruthless style is really unpleasant, and then look at the faces of the other people in the first group have also changed a little, this is the first round, and the lottery will continue to fight later, the second round, the third round, whoever is unlucky to meet this nonsense, I am afraid that they are all worried about their lives.

Yun Zhong's face remains the same, to a certain extent, he really hopes that he can meet the yellow-faced guy as soon as possible, Yun Zhong is not a good person, but if he can easily let one less bad person in the world, he is also happy to do it.

In the third game, both sides were a little restrained, obviously shocked by the bloody scene just now, the two fought for more than 30 times, and finally ended with one side surrendering and admitting defeat.

Yun Zhong raised his eyes in the direction of the eleventh group, and saw Mo Li slash a big man from his horse with a sword, and easily advanced to the second round.

After waiting for another hour, it was Yunzhong's turn to appear, and the opponent was a Rakshasa man, tall and large, riding a huge horse, holding a giant riding spear more than six meters long.

Yun Zhong took out the giant mace obtained from the black-haired werewolf, dialed the horse to the field, and before he stood still, the majestic Rakshasa man carried the riding spear under his ribs, and rushed straight over, and the cloud lightly lifted the war horse, and went straight to meet it, and a flicker, sideways to avoid the spear head of the Rakshasa man, and at the same time the mace smashed on the shield of the Rakshasa without any fancy movements, only to hear a loud bang, the shield was smashed to pieces, and the Rakshasa man flew out of the horse with the saddle, and rolled on the ground more than a dozen times.

But at the same time, Yunzhong was also embarrassed: while waving the mace, the war horse under his crotch screamed, and he actually fell directly to the ground, and also suppressed one of the legs in the cloud. There was a lot of laughter all around, even the old man who presided over the country had an unkind smile on his face, and as for the captain of the Great Xia Kingdom, he laughed even more, and he did his best to mock it.

Yunzhong looked at the war horse lying on the ground spitting blood, patted his head, and didn't blame others for laughing, he was about to cry stupidly. He is tall, wearing armor and more than two hundred catties, and the mace is at least three hundred and fifty catties, and this war horse is a Murowei Jian horse, which can carry the weight of five or six hundred catties, but he waved the mace and knocked the Rakshasa man away at the same time, and the weight that fell on the horse's back was more than a thousand catties.

Yunzhong put away his mace, pulled out his scimitar, and walked quickly to the Rakshasa man, who also got up, pulled out a huge two-handed sword, raised it above his head, and before he could swing it down, he was suddenly rushed into his arms by Yunzhong, and his shoulder hit the Rakshasa man's heart, and the Rakshasa man flew up again, and after the Rakshasa man landed, Yunzhong took off his helmet, and the tip of the scimitar had reached his throat.

The groggy Rakshasas hurriedly surrendered and won the first round in the clouds.

The first round of 31 matches lasted all morning, and at noon, the maiden Arimuro delivered meat and wine to the contestants, and after a short break, the second round began at 2 p.m.

The girl of the muro Wei handed the clay pot of the lottery to Yunzhong, who took out a note and looked at it, No. 16. Before she could react to the concept of thirty-one people on the sixteenth, the girl had already lightly opened her lips: "Congratulations to the son, you have a bye in this round and will directly advance to tomorrow morning's game." ”

Bye, good luck, Yunzhong no longer watched the game in the field, found a corner alone, closed his eyes, and meditated there.

It is said that meditation is a unique cultivation method of Emperor Xihua, and the clouds are only a little fur, but in the clouds, it is found that sinking into the mind and cultivating in meditation can actually achieve the effect of cultivating in person, the premise is to really concentrate, and to create a real cultivation scene, if you meditate all day and night you can't do it at all, such as flying to the sky and the earth, it is useless.

What the clouds are meditating on now is to practice blooming in the midst of a storm. More than an hour later, he changed to meditation and cultivated Yongfang under the siege of hundreds of beast-headed people. Whether it is a storm or a siege by the beast-headed people, it is a scene that he is quite familiar with, and through such meditation, he can increase the proficiency of combat skills.

"Childe, Childe!" The crisp voice of the girl woke the clouds from the siege of the beast-headed people, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that it was a delicate but worried face, and then looked around, there were dozens of faces looking at fools. This guy actually fell asleep at the tournament, and when you think of his performance in the first round of the tournament, there is no doubt that most people include him in the group of people with low IQs.

The fifteen games in the afternoon were much more exciting than the thirty-one games in the morning, and in the end, the fifteen winners advanced to tomorrow's game together with Yunzhong, and unsurprisingly, the bloodiest scene was created by Hu Zhen, and a whirlwind slash with a big ring knife grinded a Murowei warrior into a pulp.

Yunzhong just nodded lightly after hearing the girl of Murowei describe the battle situation in the afternoon to him, since it is a martial arts competition, casualties are inevitable, as for that Hu Zhen, he can definitely meet him anyway, in the center of the clouds, he is already regarded as a dead person.