"The big competition starts now! All the students will compete on stage according to the lottery!"

With Jing Hong's order, the Lingxi faction Dabi kicked off.

All the students were gearing up, their hearts were beating faster, and the audience in the stands was also excited, and they all sweated for the students they supported.

A law enforcement disciple stood in the center and said loudly: "In the first scene, Zhao Chuyang vs. Sun Guifang, Moss vs. Du Rong, and Huo Tang vs. Zhao Yue ......"

Zhao Chuyang was in the first group, and he had the highest cultivation in the group, and he became the number one and occupied the first platform with a student named Sun Guifang.

Zhao Chuyang had a high fighting spirit, lost people in the literary test, and held his breath to find a place in Dabili. He also knew in his heart that his strength was not the highest among students, but he wanted to compete for the top 100 positions. And in this group stage, I secretly vowed in my heart not to give up if I didn't win the first place.

Sun Guifang is a fifth-level Qi refining cultivator, and he is not tall, so he saluted Zhao Chuyang and said, "Please be merciful to Senior Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Chuyang said arrogantly: "You and I fight, each with his own ability, I will not keep my hands!"

Sun Guifang was bored, and secretly scolded Zhao Chuyang, a reckless man, who was just polite and polite, how could he still take it seriously.

After the ten students stood still, the law enforcement disciple Zhengse said, "The competition begins!"

All of a sudden, the treasure light flew on the martial arts field, flying swords, long knives, and magic weapons of different shapes were staggered in the hands of the students.

Zhao Chuyang took the lead and shouted, and did not release the magic weapon. With his bare hands, he rushed towards Sun Guifang menacingly.

"Punch me!"

Zhao Chuyang slammed his fist, with a desperate posture, Sun Guifang hurriedly released a flying sword and stabbed him in the chest. Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuyang didn't dodge or dodge, but he just received this sword, and the momentum was unabated, and the distance between the two was only a few feet.

Watching the casserole-sized fist fall towards his face, Sun Guifang was so shocked that he forgot to dodge, and was punched firmly, and his body fell straight to the ground.

"Look at the punch!"

Zhao Chuyang bullied up, and greeted Sun Guifang in the face with his fist as if he was not dying, Sun Guifang was suddenly beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and one of his front teeth was lost.

"I admit defeat!

Sun Guifang covered her head and begged for mercy, and was taken down by the law enforcement disciples.

"I won!"

"In the first group, Zhao Chuyang won!"

Zhao Chuyang cheered loudly, like a general returning triumphantly on the battlefield, greeting the applause of the audience.

But the monks in the stands didn't think so......

"This is a monk from a famous family, why is it that the fight is not as good-looking as my donkey's balls?"

"Insult Sven! Insult Sven!"

In the first round, the winners and losers were basically divided, especially the two students in the fifth group were red-eyed, bleeding profusely, and both were defeated.

In Zhao Yuan's eyes, this desperate style of play is quite unwise, because each student has to win at least four rounds to advance, and the first game is covered in bruises, and he can't support the next battle at all.

Sure enough, after the two of them got off the field, they were taken to Chaoyang Peak for treatment, Sun Meng, pay off the two, and eliminate them in advance!

The first round was just a warm-up, and everyone didn't let go much, and the second round became more intense.

"Herod!"

I saw a student wearing gold armor, holding a spear, majestic, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, not angry and self-imposing, riding a dragon horse on the martial arts field.

"It's the son of the Yang family!"

The students who were fighting against him were dumbfounded all of a sudden, shouting that Yang Yizhi had violated the rules.

But the law enforcement disciple glanced at it and said, "The dragon horse belongs to the spirit beast, and it is not in violation, the competition continues!"

Yang Yizhi galloped on his horse, and the dragon horse under his crotch brought a gust of wind and sand, and stabbed the student with a gun.

The student panicked and sacrificed the flying sword to defend against the enemy, only to hear the sound of "bell", the flying sword was picked up by Yang Yi's spear, the two staggered, the dragon horse flew up and kicked the student down, Yang Yizhi's spear reversed, and hit his throat.

"Convincing or not?"

"I—I throw in the towel!"

The student was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and his throat was only a few inches away from the spear. Yang Yizhi put away the gun and dismounted, took off the helmet and unloaded the armor, and the action was done in one go.

"Good!"

I don't know who shouted hello in the stands, and the whole house immediately cheered, this fight was the most exciting game everyone watched.

Yang Yizhi was quite chivalrous, and he saluted the audience on the stage, which made everyone have a good impression of him.

"Pretend!"

Zhao Chuyang snorted coldly, seeing that his limelight had been taken away by Yang Yizhi, he was very unconvinced, but thinking of Yang Yizhi's amazing shot, he weighed whether he could take it.

"In the seventh group, Yang Yizhi wins!"

Zhao Cheng was in the thirty-fourth group, and it was not his turn for a while, so he took a moment to touch the musket in his hand and watch the performances of the students in the stand.

In the martial arts arena, there are more students who control the dragon horse, after all, the fighting method is not only a competition of their own strength, but also a competition of cultivation resources, the strength of poor students is already low, and they can't afford to buy a dragon horse, and they have almost no chance of winning against the children of the family who have dragon horses.

The gap between the two is like a snowball, and it is like chasing a dragon foal on foot, you can only chase farther and farther.

"Oh! I knew I gave the horse to my brother!"

Zhang Fei in the stands was very annoyed, his snow stepping black horse was as high as nine feet, even if he stepped on it, he could trample a low-level disciple to death, if his brother didn't have a dragon horse, wouldn't it be a great loss? But when he thought about Zhao Qian's strength to kill three cultivators alone, he was relieved.

"The thirteenth group, Lin Shuiyao vs. Liu Xushan!"

I saw a student eight feet long, with fluttering white clothes and a face like a crown of jade, slowly stepped forward. With slender eyebrows and eyes like autumn water, he is a handsome young man!

As soon as Lin Shuiyao came on the stage, he attracted countless exclamations, he was so handsome that many female disciples who followed the teacher couldn't take their eyes off after seeing it.

"Embroidered pillows!"

There were monks on the stage who were jealous, but they attracted a burst of white eyes.

"Ouch, Senior Brother Liu, just your dignity and say that people embroider pillows, people are embroidered pillows, what are you?

"If you look like this, there are people who are willing to marry embroidered pillows, but it's a pity that it's ......"

The monk was robbed of white for a while, and his face turned pale for a while, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Lin Shuiyao is now a seventh-level Qi refining cultivator, and the opposite is a sixth-level Qi refining student, and that student's name is Zhao Changfeng, who is good at making a flying sword.

Zhao Changfeng sneered: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Shui Yao's delicate spirit is like a woman, and he is a famous martial madman in the martial arts hall. ”

Lin Shuiyao heard that there was a thorn in his words, but he didn't care, and said lightly: "If you want to fight, you can fight, why don't you say more." ”

Zhao Changfeng said angrily: "Lin Shuiyao, my Qiushui Sword is a high-grade spiritual weapon refined with seventy-seven and forty-nine kinds of spiritual materials, you can take a good look, today I will let the world expose the face of your embroidered pillow!"

A turquoise flying sword was raised, and it groaned softly in the wind.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Lin Shuiyao moved!

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, Lin Shuiyao had already rushed out a few feet, and her white palms slapped at Zhao Changfeng lightly.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Changfeng shouted angrily, and said in his heart that Lin Shuiyao actually despised me so much that he didn't even release the magic weapon. Qiushui Sword "buzzed" and shot at Lin Shuiyao's door.

"Roar—"

Lin Shuiyao let out a long roar, and Qiushui Sword was actually shocked, took a step forward, and punched the tip of the sword.

With the flesh against the sword, is he crazy?

The female disciple in the stands exclaimed in surprise, seeing that one of the palms of this handsome young man was about to be cut off, she covered her eyes and did not dare to look.

"Khooth!"

The long sword collided with the iron fist, leaving a deep sword mark on Lin Shuiyao's jade palm, but the Qiushui sword was slashed by him, and Lin Shuiyao continued to wave his palm and rush towards Zhao Changfeng as if he was nothing.

"How is that possible?"

Zhao Changfeng was dumbfounded all of a sudden, that was a spiritual weapon! A spiritual weapon that cut gold and jade! It was knocked off by him with his palm like this?

Before he could react, Lin Shuiyao's palm had reached his chest, bursting out with amazing brilliance, and Zhao Changfeng flew several feet away with one palm.

Zhao Changfeng fell to the ground unconscious like a newly cut stake.

"Lin Shui Yao wins!"

Lin Shuiyaoyun stepped down lightly, as if she had done a trivial matter. This battle only lasted for four or five breaths, which was the fastest time.

In the stands, Zhuo Zhixing, the senior disciple of the Battle Hall, nodded silently.