Demon Flame Sect, in front of the Heavenly Shadow Palace.

The Great Elder of the Provisional Sect Master was talking boastfully above, while the disciples below were all emotionally aroused, and burst into cheers from time to time.

Lei Luo was chatting quietly with You Yiyu under the main hall, and it was time to pass the time.

"Senior Sister You, are you going to participate in the big competition too?" Lei Luo's face became strange after looking at the woman beside him.

Because this nominal Senior Sister Youyiyu's cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building, this seems to be a little too weak among the late-stage disciples.

It stands to reason that there are more than 10,000 foundation building disciples in the Demon Flame Sect alone, and it must be an easy matter to find a hundred foundation building late stage cultivators.

It is basically impossible for the early and middle stage monks to fight their way out of a group of late-stage disciples.

If you want to stand out, the condition is hard power, that is, the cultivation of monks!

"Hmph, Ergou, you dare to look down on me, I'm in the middle of the stage, it's a joke that you still have to participate as an early monk!" You Yiyu snorted coldly, and then sneered.

Although this woman is a mid-stage foundation building cultivator, she is also one level higher than the 'early stage of foundation building' cultivation of the junior brother in front of her, and it is not easier for her to win in comparison.

"Okay, in that case, Senior Brother, I have recently refined a bad magic weapon, so I will send it to Senior Sister Yu to save my life!"

Lei Luo shook his head, and then stuffed a storage bag to the other party, which contained the magic weapons that he had been refining in his spare time after recent cultivation.

You Yiyu saw the movements of the people around her, and then opened the storage bag to see that a small cherry mouth almost let out an exclamation.

Because there seem to be a lot of magic weapons in it, even beyond the net worth of ordinary core disciples.

"You guy, you made all these magic weapons?" she asked in a low voice.

Lei Luo smiled and said nothing, not all of these magic weapons were made by himself, and some of them were trophies, it was useless to keep them for himself, and he didn't bother to sell them, so it was better to give them to those who really needed them.

These magic weapons are really chicken ribs for him, and keeping them also takes up space, and the poor life in his early years also made him unable to do such a wasteful thing as throwing away magic weapons.

Then the two of them chatted for a while, and the Great Elder on the stage also finished speaking, and then the disciples began to draw lots in front of them.

This time, the competition was not held in the sect, but in the Hundred Killing Hall Fighting Arena in Yin Fire City, and the drawing of lots was just for efficiency.

After all, there are more than 10,000 disciples here, and there is no efficient way to compete one-on-one, so it will take until the Year of the Monkey.

This time, the competition was divided into two parts, melee and competition.

As the name suggests, the first part of the melee is to divide more than 10,000 disciples into 100 groups, and each group of more than 100 people competes in the arena, and if they fall or lose consciousness, they will lose, and finally the ten people standing will be qualified for promotion.

Although there are many variables in the melee, it can also quickly screen out a thousand people, which is the most efficient method.

Soon, Lei Luo drew the lot, and then the disciples of the Demon Flame Sect flew towards the Hundred Killing Hall in a dense manner, and the mortals or foreign monks of the Yin Fire City along the way were even more amazed.

However, this time it was a competition within the sect, and they couldn't see the Great Comparison of the disciples of the Demon Flame Sect, which was a big pity.

One hundred groups, each group of battles takes one hour, and it adds up to eight days to finish.

If there are more than ten people in the arena in one hour, then the strength is judged by the degree of injury.

If a few people are injured to a similar degree, they can go to another arena and compete in the top 10 of each group anyway.

Lei Luo was very lucky, and the number he got was twelve, which is the twelfth group, which means that there are only eleven matches in front of him, and it only takes a maximum of eleven hours to get his turn to play.

"Hey!" he shook his head and yawned, and sat on the viewing platforms around him, looking out of boredom into the arena.

At the beginning of the first competition, shouts and killings rang out in the arena, and tsunami-like cheers were heard all around.

But Relo yawned and yawned, holding his forehead with one hand, looking listless.

He fought with Rong Huzun, and the scene at that time was still vivid, and at this time, looking at these foundation-building monks in front of him, it was really like a child's play.

Moreover, the disciples in the sect are not allowed to kill people, and the violators will be disqualified from participating in the big competition, so this scene looks chaotic, but the level of bloodiness is extremely low, and the viewing is even worse for him.

Seeing the end, he even took out a book of martial arts classics of the Southern Barbarian Domain to pass the time.

The time of a competition is an hour, but the first game actually sorted out the top ten in half an hour, which is unexpected by many people.

But that's fine, the second game starts right away, followed by the third and fourth......

Eight hours later.

When it was finally time for him to play, Lei Luo walked into the arena with the other ninety-nine.

"Forty-three late periods, thirty-two middle periods, and twenty-four early stages, it seems that many people have a fluke mentality!"

After he let go of his divine sense, the strength of the contestants in the ring was clear at a glance, and there were actually twenty-four disciples in the early stage of foundation building here.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, he, like the twenty-four people, belongs to the people who were lucky enough to participate in the big competition with the mentality of giving it a try.

Moreover, before the competition began, all the disciples in the late stage of foundation building around them deliberately avoided the same level, or intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from each other, obviously there was a trace of tacit understanding.

"The competition begins!" shouted the Jindan Dharma Protector who was in charge of presiding over the competition with a wave of his hand.

"Kill!"

All the disciples on the stage sacrificed their magic weapons and began to attack the nearest disciple, and some of them spread their feet and fled the moment the sound sounded, in short, the scene was very chaotic.

At this moment, six people around Lei Luo attacked him at the same time, obviously treating him as a soft persimmon in the early stage of foundation building.

With a "bang", a figure flew out first, followed by a second, and then a third.

The continuous impact sound sounded, and the six people besieging Lei Luo were knocked out first, and some people were even unconscious the moment they were sent flying.

"What!"

"With your fists!"

"No, that's a martial art in the secular world!"

"That's not right, then how can his fist hit the flying magic weapon!"

There was an exclamation all around, obviously not expecting that Lei Luo's way of defusing this siege was to knock all six people out with his fists.

Even, he flew a defensive magic weapon, and hit someone with the magic weapon, and the person flew upside down with the magic weapon.

To be honest, this is still Lei Luo controlling the strength, if he really shoots with all his strength, his fist style can shatter the magic weapon with one punch, and even people and magic weapons will be wiped out with one punch.

"This kid knows the kung fu of the world, be careful!" all the people on the stage around him noticed his trickiness, so they reminded each other.

Lei Luo shook his head, then suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

Another figure flew out upside down, and even when it landed, the person's entire face was sunken, a row of teeth was mostly shattered, and his mouth was bleeding profusely.

This person wanted to sneak up on him from behind, so he gave the other party an unforgettable lesson this time.

His performance also made some of the Jindan stage protectors on the surrounding viewing platforms look sideways frequently, and some of them even looked thoughtful, and then looked solemnly at the arena.

"The martial arts of the secular realm should have also cultivated a body refining kung fu, and that posture seems to be a combat skill circulating in the barbarian domain!" said a Dharma protector.

"Hmph, it's just a little way, we and other monks rely on an endless stream of magic weapons and magic weapons, as well as the magic power that overturns the river and the sea, and the fist and foot kung fu of the secular world, what can we do!" another Dharma protector sneered.

"This kid's combat experience is not weak, it seems that this person seems to have some hope to break through, but that's all!" The third protector was a little bit higher than Lei Luo, so he praised him.

The battle continued, and after several people flew in a row, the area around Lei Luo was partially vacated, and few people came to sneak attack or attack him.

Half an hour passed, and there were only thirty people left in the field, and the battle became more and more fierce.

After many disciples ran out of mana, they also took out some melee magic weapons equipped with blades and started melee combat.

Lei Luo looked at the two people rushing towards him in front of him, one of them dodged their sharp blades, and then punched one of them in the chest, and the other raised his leg to the waist of the second.

The two felt that they were not hit by someone, but by a hammer, and a crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and the two were blown out.

However, the moment they were hit, the two of them had already lost consciousness, which is a good thing.

"I still haven't controlled my strength, unless these two people spend high-grade healing pills, their bones won't be able to recover!" Lei Luo looked at his fist and said lightly.

He still didn't do it well enough, it was as if he could kill Brother Jindan with one punch, and he could kill Monk Zhuji with one punch, and for himself, one punch could solve any problem.

But this time, he could only injure his opponent if he wanted to control the punch, not kill him.

And the injury can't be too serious, and even the bones that might break the opponent need to be controlled.

So he didn't miss for a while, but he missed.

The two of them, especially the one who was kicked, should have broken half of their waist and ribs, or even shattered.

However, after this time, the people around him also discovered his trickiness, and they all did not dare to attack him again, but attacked the people on his side.

An hour later, out of a hundred people, nine disciples in the late stage of foundation building passed, and the tenth person was actually a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, which was an unexpected result.

But all the people around who saw Lei Luo's move were not surprised, because the other party won quite neatly, and he hadn't even used a magic weapon.

After the competition, Lei Luo continued to read the book on the viewing platform, which surprised everyone around him, as if the person in front of him didn't care about the results of the competition.

They couldn't have known that Lei Luo just found the competition on the field boring, as boring as an adult watching two young children thrash each other with their tender little white fists.

The competition was one after another, and the number of onlookers around was slowly decreasing, and it was obvious that some of the contestants were injured and went back to heal.

The hundred matches ended in less than eight days, which surprised Lei Luo, but it was finally the end of the ordeal.

Unexpectedly, You Yiyu also survived the first round, and it was obvious that she was not injured by her appearance.

However, Lei Luo estimated that the other party relied on his own magic weapons and some one-time consumption treasures to easily pass the level, after all, those treasures were indeed a bit too much for the foundation building disciples.

This time, after the competition, a team of 1,000 people was decided, and the next competition was to compete with each other.