On top of the high platform is an open-air hall. The entire hall wall is made of white jade, and the festive dress at the moment makes it even more important and grand to compete.

There were more than ten people sitting on the stage, more than half of them were the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' who had never shown up before, and Mo Yan was also seated in it, but these few Supreme Elders who had never met gave Yizhu an unprecedented pressure, and his cultivation must not be weaker than Mo Yan, this 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' really deserved to be the first sect in the Purple Cloud Continent, and the other seats were the sect masters of the major first-class sects, and in the center was the 'Canghai Immortal Venerable' with white hair, white beard and white shirts, and immortal wind and bones.

On such an occasion, the other second-rate sect masters and ordinary elders of the first-class sects were not qualified to sit on it, and they watched the battle from the seats next to each ring.

And there was a huge open space next to the ring in front of the hall, which was surrounded by a curtain of light.

"Where is the place where the participating disciples will go in a while, it is also called' The competition preparation area', a total of 12,449 disciples participated in this year, including 900 disciples of the first-class sect, 10,397 second-rate disciples, and the rest are the disciples of the third-rate sect who passed by luck, When there are only 1,000 monks left in the ring, the ranking will automatically begin, and each one will accumulate a quota forward, and only the disciples who enter the top 1,000 will be eligible to get the reward......" Xuan Lingzi whispered to Yizhu explaining the arrangements and rules of the competition.

"No, when there are almost a thousand monks left when others go out, we will go to the ring to challenge, and even if we lose, we will be able to enter the top 1,000. Shangguan Guming suddenly asked.

As soon as Shangguan Guming's voice fell, Yizhu had a black line on his face, how could it be so simple, others are not stupid, there must be other rules.

"Stinky boy, if everyone has the same idea as you, then no one will play, after entering the 'game preparation area', everyone must come to the stage to challenge within a cup of tea, otherwise they will automatically fall into failure once, and defeat twice and be eliminated directly. Don't try to be opportunistic. Don't embarrass my Penglai Immortal Sect, then you must be the first time to come to the stage as the master, your father is still watching from above, no matter how dare you steal and play tricks, you don't need to say that you know the consequences. Shangguan Pengyu scolded.

After listening to a few people, Yizhu nodded clearly.

"What the head of Xuanling said is good, but I just missed a few points, and the old man will add them to you. Shangguan Pengyu spoke again.

"I want to hear about it. After listening to Shangguan Pengyu, Yizhu arched his hand.

"Each champion can choose a truce after each battle, this time can restore the monk's physical strength, but also to prevent other monks from fighting wheels, when there are only ten monks left in the tournament, the final is the final. Needless to say, you kid will definitely be the champion, and there should be no problem in getting into the top ten with your strength. ”

"Thank you for the explanation, but in this competition, if a monk is unfortunately killed in the ring, what will it be. Yizhu asked.

Hearing the question, the latter frowned. "Lingwu Xuantian Society, how cruel, life and death are rich and noble, the moment the monk steps into the ring, his life and death no longer belong to him, whether to kill the opponent or not only depends on the monk himself. ”

At this time, Xuantiancang's transmission entered Yizhu's sea of knowledge. "Stinky boy, when the competition starts, don't show your edge, you must keep a low profile, try to defeat the opponent in the most difficult way, and when it comes to the finals, you want to be crazy at that time, the old man doesn't care. ”

What do you mean by madness, this is really ugly, Yizhu sighed with embarrassment.

Shangguan Mingyuan, the sect master of the 'Penglai Immortal Sect' who was sitting on the high platform at this moment, laughed in a low voice: "Congratulations to Mo Yan Daoyou, your sect is indeed a talented person, entering the finals, there are nearly three hundred disciples, it is really enviable, the only pity is to ask Ang Yu that kid, he didn't survive the demon trial, otherwise the first and second places in this Xuantian Sect are estimated to be taken over by the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'." ”

Hearing Shangguan Mingyuan's ridicule, the latter was furious in his heart, this idiot asked Ang Yu, it was really not enough to succeed and more than to lose, and he wasted a magic medicine in vain. Then Mo Yan said calmly: "Where is it, although only a hundred disciples of your 'Penglai Immortal Sect' have entered the finals, but the strength should not be underestimated." ”

This hateful old guy, Shangguan Mingyuan was slightly displeased in his heart, but he still laughed and said: "This is originally the home of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', we are just here to join in the fun, how can it be compared to your sect." ”

Mo Yan said in his heart, the three thousand-year-old men are not ashamed, they have never won the first place from beginning to end, and when the competition begins, we will see if you have piecework measurement.

However, Mo Yan still said with a smile on his face: "Mingyuan Dao friends are serious, your sect has been full of talents for thousands of years, and you can achieve the top three good results that time, and this seat is looking forward to the performance of your sect's disciples." ”

This bastard, one sentence tickled Shangguan Mingyuan's angry teeth. The third thousand-year-old, this 'Lingwu Xuantian Meeting' must ask for this notoriety, after figuring it out, Shangguan Mingyuan looked at Shangguan Guming with a solemn face, the latter looked at his father's gaze, and quickly lowered his head and didn't look at him.

The sect masters of the various sects on the viewing platform were confronting each other, and the disciples and elders of the various sects below were the same.

"Third brother, the competition will start in a while, you must not go to my ring, otherwise you will ....." Shangguan Guming suddenly spoke.

"How else?" Yizhu asked with a wicked smile.

"Otherwise, you are my fourth brother, it's better not to show our hole cards, and when it comes to the finals, we will compete with each other!"

"Okay, the fourth brother can start with a little light. ”

"Dead pervert!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, many monks next to them all looked at the two of them with surprised expressions.

"Is that the eldest disciple of the 'Penglai Immortal Sect'?" asked one of them with a shudder.

"He would be afraid of an ant from a third-rate sect. ”

"When I come to the stage, I will let the ants know how powerful I am, a monk of a garbage third-rate sect, it is estimated that the spirit martial arts and spirit armor are the best. ”

"The monk's martial arts competition, to a large extent, is the spirit stone, you don't have a good spirit martial arts spirit armor without spirit stones, and you still want to win the game without spirit martial arts? ”

Hearing the discussion of the monks around him, Shangguan Guming's face suddenly changed, and he turned around to find trouble with a few people.

"Brother Gu Ming, forget it, the game is about to start, and it's not better to slap these people in the face with his strength at that time. Yizhu hurriedly pulled Shangguan Guming and spoke.

Shangguan Guming snorted with his nose and said with a mocking expression: "A bunch of ignorant trash, finally pray that you don't meet me in the ring again, otherwise I will make you regret participating in the competition." Then the latter turned his head away from them.

What are you dragging, isn't it just a disciple of a first-class sect, although I think so, but a few people don't dare to say more. At the same time, he also secretly regretted in his heart that he shouldn't have mocked a few people and offended Shangguan Guming.

"The last game of the Lingwu Xuantian Meeting, starting now, the participating monks are now entering the waiting area of the competition, and if they feel that their strength is okay, they can go directly to the ring at this moment, and within a stick of incense, other monks must take the stage to challenge, otherwise they will fail in the attempt. Mo Yan's voice instantly resounded throughout the audience.

The moment the words fell, countless monks rushed towards the clearing.

Before leaving, Yizhu spoke very disdainfully to the mocking monks, "I hope you can insist on seeing me." ”

The moment he walked into the arena, Yizhu's figure flashed and came to the tenth ring.

Yizhu was dressed in a white shirt, standing proudly on the side of the ring, with his hands behind his back, and looked at a thin sect disciple opposite. To Yizhu's surprise, the aura emanating from the other party's body was not too high but too low, so dare to come to the ring to be the master?

Then Yizhu sighed deeply, took out a six-grade spirit sword from the 'Spirit Yin Dao Sect', pointed at the other party and said, "Do you go down by yourself, or send you down for your brother." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw Xuan Tiancang looking at him with a gloomy face, and the latter was in a state of mind for a while, and instantly thought that Elder Tiancang had let him act in a low-key manner.

"Arrogant little bastard of a third-rate sect, suffer death. The moment the words fell, the thin monk suddenly pulled out his spirit sword and killed Yizhu fiercely.

The latter felt the sword qi of the other party, and his heart was full of disappointment, but he couldn't show it, and he raised the spirit sword to block it in a slow reaction, blocking the opponent's sword qi in danger, and the figure quickly took a few steps back, and then looked at the other party with a look of praise and said: "Senior brother is really powerful, the sword just now almost killed the younger brother, and please be merciful to my senior brother." ”

"Now I regret my mistake. At this moment, even the thin monk himself couldn't understand why his sword just now was so powerful, and if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, so he raised his spirit sword again and killed Yizhu.

The latter secretly complained in his heart, such a weak player can be killed with a snap of his fingers, and it is really so difficult to do now.

At this time, those who were watching the battle saw the two fighting, and everyone below laughed.

"At this level, I still want to enter the top 500, don't make me laugh off my big teeth. ”

"With this strength, I can kill him with my fingers, and these two people are also half a catty. ”

Hearing everyone's ridicule, the thin monk held the Lingwu in his hand tightly as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and angrily killed Yizhu.

Half a cup of tea time has passed, and the other rings have changed countless monks, Yizhu's side is still fighting hard, and at this moment, even Shangguan Guming is looking at Yizhu very puzzled.

What is this kid doing, and what are the conspiracy and tricks, as soon as he was distracted, a sharp blade attacked beside him.

"Guming Xiaoer, fight with me, you dare to be distracted and suffer death. A disciple of a second-rate sect struck at Shangguan Gu with a sharp gunshot.

"Ant, don't you see that the master is thinking about the problem? The moment the words fell, Shangguan Guming stabbed casually, and the man in front of him was knocked out in the blink of an eye, and at the same time looked at Shangguan Guming in the ring with a confused expression.

Looking at the game below, even the 'Canghai Immortal Venerable' shook his head slightly at this moment, maybe he really thought highly of him.

Almost, in the face of the strongest blow of the thin monk in front of him, Yizhu smiled at the corner of his mouth and quickly withdrew to the edge of the ring.

When the latter saw Yizhu retreating, his heart was suddenly overjoyed, and the power of the spirit sword in his hand increased by a few points again, and he roared angrily when he condensed the strength of his whole body. "Give me death!".

The spirit sword was about to pierce into Yizhu's body, and the latter suddenly fell to the ground. In front of everyone's eyes, something wonderful happened, I saw that on the ring where Yizhu was, suddenly a white light flashed, and the thin monk's body fell from the ring uncontrollably.

"Holy, this can make him win. Looking at the scene in front of them, countless monks mocked with irritation.

"What the hell did he step on, this kid actually fell off the stage by himself. ”

"The two weak ants have been messing around in the ring for so long, so get out of the ring and don't stand in the ring. ”

Hearing the ridicule below, Yizhu was overjoyed and knew that his plan had succeeded. "Senior brothers, if you want to come to my ring, you must think twice, the strength of a brother is very strong, don't be like a junior brother who is not self-conscious just now, it is you who make a fool of yourself in the end. After a dark mockery, Yizhu hurriedly sat on the ground, pretending to recover his spiritual power.

At this moment, the thin monk who landed on the ground, his eyes were full of resentment, and he said angrily in his heart, the hateful stinky boy will run away, and when you have a rest for a cup of tea, Lao Tzu will definitely defeat you.

"What's the matter, this kid is so arrogant, Lao Tzu must torture him to death, wait for his rest time to end, please give me a chance, let me play first, I will kill this person on the spot." A monk said very domineeringly.

"Come on, this kind of little garbage, we can get him done by just one person, if you have the ability, you can try it in another ring. Let us leave it to us. ”

At this moment, more than half of the monks were waiting under the ring where Yizhu was, and as for the other rings, the battle could be described as fierce.

At this moment, on the first ring, Ang Rang stood with a conscience, from the moment he stepped on the stage, one to now, no monk dared to challenge on the stage. From beginning to end, the latter was looking down at the monks in the audience.

And the second and third rings were the other two top demons of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'.

Standing in the fourth ring was Shangguan Guming of the Penglai Immortal Sect, although he had just experienced a battle, he did not ask the monk at all, and directly carried out the next battle.

As for the fifth and sixth, the two rings are 'Falling Rain Immortal Sect' Dongfang Beichen!' 'Flowing Cloud Immortal Trace' Wang Mingyue!

The other four battles in the ring were also the fiercest, and some monks were knocked out of the air or killed.