These group members were all booked by the City Lord's Mansion several days in advance, and a big family like the Yan family knew the list of the group as early as the day it was booked.

However, this news did not have much effect on those Qi cultivation stage cultivators of the powerful and high-ranking big families.

For small families with great effects, and for Qi cultivation period cultivators with ordinary strength, although the effect is great, they can't get it.

There is no way around it. After all, if the strength of others is there, if you are dissatisfied and want to protest, it is completely ineffective.

It is worth mentioning that the grouping of the Ziguang City Family Ranking Ring Tournament is very particular. The Purple Light City City Lord's Mansion even set up a special department for this purpose, and only after studying the information of the participating monks did it decide who to put in a group, and which monks were not suitable for being placed in a group.

Although, it is impossible to be absolutely fair. But according to the registration materials, they have achieved the greatest fairness.

Every year, in the Purple Light City Family Ranking Competition, the top 100 monks are divided into different groups, completely avoiding the situation of strong collisions in the preliminaries.

It can be said that the Purple Light City City Lord's Mansion has invested a huge amount of manpower and material resources in the Purple Light City Family Ranking Competition, which is truly the ultimate and the most fair and just.

The competition of the fourth group where Yan Batian was located was held in the fourth ring of the fighting field. Half an hour after the preliminaries, it was already Yan Batian's turn to play.

"Next game, one against thirty-five!"

The referee, who was in charge of maintaining order in the fourth ring, shouted loudly. This referee is also a monk in the foundation building period of the City Lord's Mansion, and his cultivation is the seventh layer of the foundation building period, which is two levels lower than the chief referee Hao Shaowen.

The order in which the participating friars will be drawn by lot.

No. 1 is the number plate held by Yan Batian in the preliminaries.

"Look at it, the one who is only a teenager and a little handsome is the one who has lost weight and is Yan Batian, who has recently become famous in the Yan family in Purple Light City!"

"It's him, in the ring of the Nancheng Doufa Arena a few days ago, he not only received a blow from the patriarch of the Xiong family, but also directly killed Xiong Qidi, who ranked fourth in the Xiong family last year!"

"I don't know if it's a false rumor, I think his cultivation is the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period, and he will have such a strong strength?"

"That's it, he also received a blow from a monk in the late stage of foundation building, could it be that he Yan Batian is a monster like a beast in the wilderness?"

......

As soon as Yan Batian came on the stage, he was immediately surrounded by discussions under the ring. He touched his nose helplessly, deaf to the chatter under the ring.

After all, if he were an ordinary late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator, he would be equally skeptical if anyone said the same thing. Such a record is indeed too shocking.

I'm afraid that even Qu Jingbo, who ranked first in the Qi cultivation period cultivators of the Purple Light City, would not be able to do this.

"Daoyou is Yan Batian of the Yan family? Hu Yidao of the Xia Hu family, he knows that he is not the opponent of Daoyou, but he also wants to try to compete, and please be merciful!"

Yan Batian's thirty-fifth opponent, who had recently been in the Qi training period cultivators in Purple Light City, was drawn against Yan Batian, who had been in the Qi training period of Purple Light City recently, and secretly shouted "unlucky" in his heart, and his momentum had already fallen behind.

"One move, as long as you can catch one of my attacks, even if I lose!"

Standing in the ring, Yan Batian said lazily.

Hu Yidao is just a cultivation in the middle stage of Qi training, Yan Batian doesn't even need to use his hands, he only needs to send out a wind blade casually, and he can directly kill him on the spot.

Hu Yidao saw Yan Batian's lazy expression, knowing that he looked down on him, his face couldn't help but show anger, and he angrily took out a medium-grade spirit knife from the storage bag, and quickly recited the spell in his mouth.

Shaking his head, Yan Batian felt a little disdain in his heart, a rookie monk who was facing a monk who was stronger than himself and didn't know how to bless the defensive shield was difficult to live long in the immortal cultivation world. You don't even need to cast a spell to deal with him.

Before Hu Yidao finished reciting the spell silently, Yan Batian's figure disappeared in place, and the next moment the monks saw Hu Yidao's body, which was lifted up by Yan Batian, and then thrown out of the ring.

"Won, young patriarch won, hahaha!"

"Did you see it, the young patriarch directly threw the opponent out of the ring, and he didn't even bother to cast a spell!"

"It is worthy of being the young patriarch, and it is worthy of the pride of our Yan family, even if you win, you have won so domineering!"

The children of the Yan family who saw this scene all laughed excitedly.

Even the foundation building stage referee of the fourth ring looked at Yan Batian's side, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I hope I don't meet Yan Batian in the second game of the preliminaries, if I do, I won't be able to meet in the semifinals!"

Some of the Qi cultivation period cultivators who were divided into the fourth group thought secretly.

"Don't even use spells? Only use secular martial arts? This Yan Batian is really not to be underestimated!"

Those monks who were sent to secretly observe Yan Batian also muttered to themselves.

About another half hour or so passed.

Finally it was Yan Batian's turn to play again, his opponent this time was a cultivator equivalent to Yan Batian, a monk at the sixth level of the Qi training period, and there was no suspense when the other party did not cast any spells, and was thrown out of the ring by Yan Batian.

The children of the Yan family were excited again.

The frantic shouts of "Yan Batian" and "Yan Batian" sounded among them.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.

In the fourth group where Yan Batian was, there were only twelve monks left, and all the monks, including Yan Batian, were in the late stage of Qi cultivation. But among the twelve late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators, only three were destined to advance to the semi-finals.

"Next game, one against seven!"

As the referee's voice fell, Yan Batian and the monk with the No. 7 number plate on their bodies both jumped onto the ring.

"The cultivation of the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period, you can break into the top twelve, you are very good!"

Number Seven was a young monk of twenty-five or sixteen years old, looking at Yan Batian with approval.

"To be able to come this far in the fourth group, even I have to admire you, but unfortunately when you meet me, you will still lose after all!"

The seventh young monk shook his head and said, as if it was a pity that Yan Batian, a genius of the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period, was about to be eliminated.

There was a sigh of embarrassment under the ring, and the seventh young man seemed to be a monk who had been cultivating for a long time, and he didn't know much about the news in Purple Light City, and he actually spoke wildly in front of a madman like Yan Batian who could take a hard blow from a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Young Monk No. 7 spoke again, "You strike first, lest if I make a move, you won't even have a chance to perform." ”

"Yes, as you wish!"

Yan Batian shook his head regretfully, and the same honest and unceremonious figure swept out directly.