The next day came in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, there were thousands of clouds and mist, supporting everyone, flying in the direction of Yuankong Island, and the huge formation alone made people's blood boil.

On such an occasion, what kind of scenery is it to be the center of attention?

Monks can't escape vanity!

I don't know how many monks, infinite reverie.

On the contrary, it was Yue Yueran, Feng Yi, Ji Aozhai and a large number of monks who participated, with expressionless faces and deep eyes, as if they were all heartless people cast in iron.

The voice of discussion, of course, is a blockbuster.

Yue Yuran and the others listened to it, and at the same time, their spiritual sense quietly looked at the Southern Immortal.

Of course, this person is in the team of Weiyang Divine Palace, but he is at the back, and he looks a little withdrawn, but his temperament does not look depressed, and there is an intriguing and profound smile on the corner of his mouth.

This southern cyclamen, tall and tall, nearly nine feet, dressed in a black and white long shirt, wide robe with large sleeves, and extremely wide shoulders, a gust of sea breeze came, blowing this person fluttering, so chic.

A young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, with a long and narrow face, slender eyebrows, a pointed and tall nose, fair skin, and long hair, all snow-white.

This person doesn't look very handsome, but the more he looks at it, the more he has an indescribable sense of charm, and the realm is also in the late stage of Jindan.

Immortal!

It is indeed an immortal!

This Southern Cyclamen, as if it will grow wings at any time, feathered into immortals, and flew into the clouds, with an extraordinary temperament!

......

In the water below, the strange wave has disappeared.

And before he got close to Yuankong Island, he could see that the fog that shrouded the center had finally dispersed.

From the sky, many of the hills in front of the center of the island have been cut off by most of the general and become a circle of mounds, the northernmost one, obviously higher, has been arranged with tables and chairs, but the number is not much, it should only be provided to the old guys of the ten major sects,

The rest of the mound was empty.

But all the mounds were shining with gold and dazzling, as if they had been blessed by some power.

And in the center of that circle of mounds, there is a plain-like place, about twenty miles in a radius, the grass and trees are gone, bare, you don't need to ask to know, it must be the stage of the great war.

"Sixteen groups, seven days in a row, each person has to fight one game a day, one group is four battles a day, at the end of the day, a total of sixty-four games, if there is only one big battle stage, is it too late?"

Someone counted.

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't come in time, anyway, the old man doesn't want to miss a single one, so it's just right!"

"Yes, yes, we just need to see what we have anyway, Lao Tzu has to learn something this time. ”

A chorus of echoes erupted.

......

After a few moments, everyone came to the sky above Yuankong Island again, and flew directly to the outside of the towering mountain in the central north.

No one was left behind, and they all stood in the void. At first glance, it looks like a huge, colorful flower blooming in the sky.

All around, there was silence.

The ten bigwigs led by the old man in the yellow shirt and Fu Yunzi were already sitting in that row of ten positions at the moment, and the old man with a good wine was even more delicious, looking very relaxed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man will explain the rules first. ”

It was the old man in the yellow shirt who spoke.

"Sixteen groups, each group of eight people, each of them fights once a day, one group is four games, starting from the first group, take turns to play, and the plain below is your battlefield. ”

He also said: "Unless one side admits defeat, you can beat the two monks with the highest victory to advance to the next round." ”

"What if there are three or four people in the top two of a group and the same number of wins?"

Someone asked aloud.

"Easy!"

The old man in the yellow shirt shouted: "In the end, in which group, in the top two, there are two or three people's winning and losing fields, and there are one or two more people, the old man will be ten people, according to their performance, two will be pointed out, as the top two in this group, and the other one or two will enter the challenge." ”

"Challenge?"

Everyone listened in confusion.

"That's right, the grouping of the old man and the others, after all, can't be absolutely fair, in order to prevent the pearl from being missed, this monk who entered the challenge competition, after the top thirty-two is decided, can challenge any of the other thirty people in addition to this group, as long as he wins, he can be replaced!"

......

Wow –

There was an uproar in the crowd, this was definitely a new rule that had not been done before.

But it sounds like there's some truth to that.

"Senior, this rule is good, but in this way, it must be more intense, and at the end of the day, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish these sixty-four games. ”

Someone else spoke.

"If you can't finish it in one day, you can play this first round in two days, and if you can't wait, you don't have to watch it. ”

See!

A must see!

The crowd laughed.

"Senior, the challenge you just mentioned seems to be a little unfair to those thirty people, they may not be able to beat the people who challenge him, but they may be able to beat the other thirty people. ”

Someone spoke again.

"Where is there so much absolute fairness, the old man and the others only have one brain, can they think about it?"

The old man in the yellow shirt scolded.

There are several of them!

Whew—

A gaze looked at Doromer, the multi-headed clan, and the multi-headed clansmen around him.

These multi-headed people, like the mountain maniacs, are tall, with extremely broad shoulders, and each of them has at least two heads, and Doromer, an old guy who has reached the top 32 of the knockout round, has four heads.

The monks of the multi-headed clan, seeing the other monks, all smiled proudly, and of course they were extremely proud of their racial origin.

......

"Others pick him to challenge, it means that he is not good enough, since he is not good enough, what qualifications do he have, come and ask the old man and others, want more opportunities?"

The old man in the yellow shirt drank again.

What is the ...... It sounds reasonable, but maybe, people are trying to overcome each other to pick opponents?

Although he muttered so much in his heart, no one said it.

As the old man in the yellow shirt said, there is no absolute fairness, and if you blindly pay attention to it, this big competition will not be able to fight.

"Still have questions?"

The old fellow drank again, and no one spoke.

"If there is no problem, the monks who are watching the battle can go to the mountains where the heads of the mountains have been cut off and wait, and the people who fight the first battle are ready to play!"

Whew—

The words fell, and a gaze looked at Yue Yueran!

This first battle must be made by him, the monk who is the first in the knockout round, to make a good start.

"Yue Yueran, why worry!"

The sound was rolling.

The first battle kicked off immediately, and Yue Yueran's first opponent was not the Scorching Sun Eagle Lord, but the old man from Taiqing Sect He Chou!

In the late stage of Jindan, the master of the rune path!

One of the few oldest monks left in the Taiqing Sect!