In the arena, there was a lot of people, and even the walking aisle was crowded with people, and many monks from several other realms gathered here to witness the birth of the top three in this session of the exchange of disciples of various sects.

In the finals, there was only one ring in the entire stadium, and the three groups of duels were played in turn, and MEmu appeared in the first group.

Mo Ghost looked out from the backstage below, whether it was the audience under the stage or the fence of the lounge on the second floor, all the monks were crowded side by side, pointing here from time to time to discuss something, and the noise was endless.

"There are so many people today!" The little monk also came over to take a look, and his eyes were full of people.

"yes, it's the end of the day, after all. ”

While the two of them were talking, the Yuanying monk who was the referee on the stage came to the stage, one presided over the stage, and three watched quietly from above, and the rest room on the third floor was finally opened today, and many elders of the sect gathered here and quietly watched.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the semi-finals, the six sects that can participate are all the top sects on the mainland, and the monks representing each sect are also the best among them, and if you win today, you will be able to officially enter the top three of the disciple exchange meetings of each sect!" I believe that the monks present are looking forward to it as much as I do, whether it is the battle between the Xiaoyao Gate and the Hundred Flowers Valley, or the fateful duel between the Wangshan Sword Sect and the Taiyi Sect, or the battle between the Tianji Pavilion and the Beast Control Sect, which has always been at the top level, no matter which one it is, it will definitely bring us a wonderful competition!"

Seeing that the emotions of the monks below had been mobilized, Brother Yuanying continued, "Okay, I won't say much, the first game of today will start immediately!

Backstage in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, Tan Churan squinted his eyes as he looked at Zhen Hao, who was entering on the opposite side.

"Chu Ran, Lin Shuyao was not the first to play, and He Ying had no advantage over Zhen Hao. Wu Xinggu walked over with a worried look on his face. He Ying's combat effectiveness among them ranked among the top three, he was a physical cultivator, or a fire spirit root, and he was the least disturbed by Lin Shuyao's domain. But now that he is facing Zhen Hao, the original advantage is suddenly gone.

Tan Churan sighed, "There are too many choices to choose from, but there are only three of us." ”

In the singles competition, Xiaoyao's strength is higher than one line, and there is more than one person who is stronger, as long as he does not despise the opponent, it is very simple to win. Obviously, Xiaoyao did not underestimate it, but studied it carefully, and the players sent were just able to restrain them.

"We entered the top six, there was a reason why the Yanming faction and Tianji Pavilion looked down on us, with a bit of luck, it was not easy to win against any of the top six sects, not to mention that this is the defending champion Xiaoyaomen. Wu Xing saw her frowning, and hurriedly comforted her, "And with you and Chu Se, in fact, it is the same for any sect." ”

Tan Churan heard him mention Tan Chuse, his heart moved, he looked at the thin figure in the corner, so quiet that he almost couldn't feel her existence, his face flashed complicated, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

On the stage, Zhen Hao rarely met a physical cultivator, who was fighting fiercely, and the tiger and tiger were dancing with two hammers. The magic weapon on the opposite side is a meteor hammer, which is very rare, but looking at her proficiency in using it, you know that she has practiced a lot. On the bright side, Zhen Hao suppressed significantly in strength, and it was only a matter of time before he won the match.

"This Zhen Hao doesn't pity the fragrance at all. The little monk shook his head, beating so hard.

"You little monk, do you know what incense is and what jade is?" Han Shenyin happened to be next to him, and laughed when he heard his words, "And you are a monk, why do you want to do so much?"

"What's wrong with the monk? Don't prevent me from caring!" The little monk heard her say this, and stood up, but he was too small, and he could only reach Han Shenyin's eyes, and he lost a lot of momentum.

"Hahaha! Okay, you care. Han Shenyin patted his bald head, as if he knew why everyone liked to tease him.

"Hmph! Good men don't fight with women!" The little monk has always been a person who wants to quarrel but doesn't dare to quarrel, and he can't quarrel, and he has always been thunderous and rainy, and as long as others choke slightly, they will immediately die down.

The game under the stage went on for a quarter of an hour, and He Ying's physical strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted, but Zhen Hao still had room to go, and it was not only in strength that the opposite side was ahead. Finally, after shaking his hands in a confrontation, he was seized and slapped to the edge of the ring, and it was too late to get up again, and a hammer appeared in front of him.

"Victory!"

"How?"

As soon as He Ying got off the stage, the disciples of Baihua Valley came around, and there were many wounds on her body that were oozing blood, all of which were formed by the spikes on the hammer, of course, the opposite side was not much better, and the damage caused by the weapons of the two was essentially similar.

"It's okay, skin trauma, just put some medicine on it, it won't affect the next game. He Ying's voice was hoarse, sounding quite convincing.

"Jingming, be careful, the opposite side should not be a regular lineup. Tan Churan reminded Tan Jingming, who was about to play, that even if he had seen that the candidates sent by the opposite side were not as usual, there were too few candidates for them to play, and even if they exchanged the order, they could not do anything.

Tan Jingming didn't speak, he went directly to the stage, and everyone was used to it, if he answered seriously, it would not be normal.

Shen Kongming took the fan that often hung on his body, looked at the person with a gloomy face opposite, and smiled in his heart.

"How do you know that Tan Jingming will be sent on the other side?" the little monk's eyes widened.

Tan Jingming is the magic cultivator of the Golden Fire Twin Spirit Root, the magic weapon is a dagger, and some hidden weapons will appear on his body from time to time, flying needles, darts and small blades and the like are endless, you have to be careful at all times when you are on it, and the Wind Spirit Root like Shen Kongming should be the most beneficial to him.

"I guessed this time. Mo Ghost's eyes were sincere, she could only roughly guess that He Ying would be sent in the first game on the other side, so she let Zhen Hao go out, as for the remaining two people, they were really blinded.

Shen Kongming's fan can be attacked in close combat or from afar, the fan bone is hollow, and inside is a dense and small cow hair needle, and the fan bone is a three-inch-long knife, which can be controlled and telescopic in the place of the handle, and it is also a good hand for sneak attacks by surprise. The fan surface is woven of ice silk, thin as cicada wings but extremely sharp, the original strings of the pipa that Mo Ghost bought are made of ice silk, and it is extremely precious to be able to make so many strings, which shows how valuable his fan is. When you are in close combat, you will stick out your knife, or you will use a fan directly, and you will release cold arrows from time to time when you are attacking from a distance.

Against Tan Jingming, who has the same style, the speed of his wind spirit root makes his playing style flexible and changeable, and his advantage is greater.

Shen Kongming's fan turned around in his hand, blocking the dagger on the opposite side, and stretched out the knife suddenly, fortunately the opposite side dodged quickly, the three-inch-long blade, the tip of the knife could cut through his throat, "Brother, you can't react this way!"

Tan Jingming wiped the blood droplets from his neck, ignored his words, and rushed over with the dagger in his right hand.

Shen Kongming's speed was the best among the cultivators in the entire Qi Refining Period, and he had cultivated footwork that was not low-level, so he could deal with him with ease.

The fan surface once again lightly swiped Tan Jingming's chest, oozing a trace of blood.

"Brother, you can't react when I say it!"

After a quarter of an hour, such wounds were on Tan Jingming's body, large and small, in more than a dozen places, and compared to his embarrassment, Shen Kongming was much better, except for a hole in the cuffs, everything was intact.

"It's time to finish. Shen Kongming muttered quietly and rushed over with a fan.

Tan Jingming's wounds are not big, but there are a lot of injuries, the pain on the whole body is numb, the speed has decreased significantly, and it is much easier to find flaws in Shen Kongming's eyes.

Shen Kongming rushed over and suppressed his position stubbornly, dodged the flying knife hidden in his left hand with a dodge, closed the folding fan and slapped it on the acupuncture point of his arm, the short paralysis made Tan Jingming let go of the dagger in his hand, and almost got out of his hand, taking advantage of this gap Shen Kongming's fan against the wound in front of his throat, a row of eight three-inch knives stretched out a little like teeth, imprinted on the skin, so that he didn't dare to go any further.

"Victory!"

Hearing this, Shen Kongming withdrew the folding fan, opened the fan a few times in a chic manner, turned around and walked off the stage.

"How's it going?

"It's been more than a quarter of an hour, how are you okay?" Han Shen muttered at him.

"It's not that I want to fight for so long, I can't find a chance, I can only consume a little bit. Without hearing the compliment, Shen Kongming's eyebrows wrinkled into a figure-eight shape.

"This is also the reason why everyone can't break Tan Churan's secret skills, everyone is very cautious, don't make a mistake, and if you want to solve it quickly, you can only use strong attack power, but in this way, you are afraid that if you can't meet the team she is in, then the remaining two games will be in danger. "Mo Ghost observed the whole scene, the people of Baihua Valley are very disciplined and never do useless work.

"Then do we still have to play according to the original arrangement? Do you want to change people?" Shen Kongming asked, after really fighting with them, you will find that in fact, the fact that Baihua Valley can get to where it is today is not all due to luck, there are still real materials.

"No, I don't change. Mo Ghost pondered for a moment, "The round-robin is different from the final, we must ensure that we get the three points in the first game, in case we lose our wife and break the army, where to cry." ”

"Also, even if the worst result is to randomly select people, then isn't our average strength completely better than them?" Shen Kongming thought about it, and also felt that if he wanted to get the guaranteed score, the draw of lots might not necessarily be beneficial to anyone, and the opposite side could only be the weak who hoped for freedom against the strong with hundreds of flowers, who could say this kind of ethereal thing.

"It's not going to happen, it's not too difficult for us to win two team fights. Mo Ghost shook her head, it was her responsibility to lose when there was such a huge difference in strength.

"Then how do you want to fight later?" Han Shenyin listened to the side and couldn't help but ask.

"Let's wait and see the order of appearance in the first game, it's not a big problem, let's look at Zhao Ke's game first. Mo Ghost pointed to the platform with his chin, and the battle had already begun before a few people spoke.

Everyone focused on the game and watched it seriously.