The knockout rounds have come to an end.

The cultivation ground was quiet and solemn, and the eyes of countless participating disciples began to slowly boil and heat up after a short period of fermentation.

A neat and solemn man stood proudly in the winner's area, his eyes that had been as calm as water, and the flames were dancing with a pop.

It can be expected that the following competition will become more and more intense and exciting.

Qin Wusupreme, the "inner disciple", stood unexpectedly in the victor's ranks, standing in the red area, like a winning rooster, holding his head high and staring at Zhao Kun and Lin Ming opposite.

Seeing that the two of them frowned angrily, they looked like they were going to eat themselves......

Qin Wushang happily showed his big white teeth and squinted his eyes defiantly.

As for Su Quan, who is among the three......

Zhao Kun and Lin Ming, who were turned against each other, joined forces and were ruthlessly eliminated, completely missing this apprenticeship conference.

In the distance, Shen Qingrou saw Qin Wusuo holding his head high like a mad old goose again, covering his mouth again and giggling.

The onlookers also cast a re-evaluating gaze at this "inner disciple" with his feet in the air, and secretly said in their hearts: This floating walking monster ...... Combat effectiveness unknown!

Bell –

The crisp bell rang again, and the sound waves rippled and swept in all directions.

On the seven-foot high platform, the ink master appeared in front of everyone with a majestic face, his posture was straight, like a javelin, his eyes swept off the stage, and he nodded slowly in appreciation.

"Very good, standing here is enough to show that you are qualified enough to compete for the 'shortlisted' qualification of the apprenticeship conference. But—

That's when the tournament really begins, because half of you here will miss out on the Masters Tournament at all!"

Wow!

The uproar suddenly exploded uncontrollably, sweeping around like a tornado.

The disciple who had a solemn expression was broken in an instant, and his seemingly calm face was like colorful paint, unpredictable.

A disciple covered his face with a hometown accent and said with emotion: "My mother, isn't this asking for my life......

The rest of the disciples also secretly slurped.

Only a quarter of the knockouts were eliminated, and the play-in rounds turned out to be ...... Eliminate one-half.

Of course, there are also those who are breezy and calm.

Their faces were calm and scary, much like those of people with facial paralysis, without any mood swings, and they didn't even move their eyes.

Qin Wushang frowned, his eyes glanced around, but all those disciples who were calm and couldn't make waves were all old disciples who had participated several times.

Most of these people have experienced several times of precipitation and more than ten or twenty years of secondary accumulation, and it is impossible to know how far they have cultivated.

Much like a thousand-year-old well, unfathomable.

These people are the real masters.

A master who really has the qualifications to enter the top 100 and even compete for the top 10.

"You can't be eliminated, you can't be eliminated, otherwise your life will be gone......" Qin Wushang squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze turned to the sky, and the original joy of victory instantly turned into a thick worry.

He concluded that the fat old man Zhang Chungang would really be angry and slap him to death.

Qin Wushang closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and his eyebrows were like blooming chrysanthemums, tightly twisted into a piece of iron lump that had not melted for a long time.

On the seven-foot high platform, the voice of the ink master came again: "The rules of the play-in competition are a little different, as for how they are different, we will talk about it later!"

Swish!

As soon as Master Mo's words fell, with a wave of his robe, several streams of light burst out towards the sky, bursting in the sky above the heads of many disciples.

At the moment of the explosion, countless black shadows swiped out a ball of fire, swaying their arrogant tails, and the explosion that spread in all directions flew away.

The ink master said loudly: "Those who can't get the identity card will be eliminated!"

Countless disciples' eyes widened like copper bells, they all gritted their teeth, their hands were sealed, and a sword shadow rose from behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The crisp sound of metal unsheathing sounded one after another, and a pleasant sword sound sounded in the air, but one by one, you could see the disciples jumping on the flying sword with bared teeth.

Qin Wusupreme's mind moved, and the long sword flew straight into the sky, pulled out a long sword shadow, and landed steadily in mid-air, jumped into the air, and rose and landed on the flying sword.

Looking at the Xuanguang bursting from the sky, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Where are you going?"

Swish!

In the middle of the air where the human head trembled, a blue-robed figure pulled out a long sword shadow, and burst out of the crowd like a bright star.

The dragged long shadow emitted a sharp sword roar, and the clear and terrifying sword qi was likely to directly tear through the space.

The onlookers exclaimed, "What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Most of them held their heads high, swallowed their saliva and stared at the blue-robed figure who was riding on the dust, and said secretly: "This inner disciple ...... Maybe it's not as bad as it seems!"

More disciples once again reassessed Qin Wusupreme's combat power, and it was still the same: combat power unknown!

The corners of Shen Qing's mouth curled up, and her beautiful eyes burst into small stars, although she had learned Qin Wusu's sword technique, she was still speechless at this moment.

"Hmph, I really don't know why you are the only one who can learn the Ancestral Master's Imperial Sword Flying Technique!" Shen smiled softly, and said angrily.

The ink master on the seven-foot high platform also looked up at the sky and showed a smile: "I haven't seen you for a year, it seems to be a lot faster." ”

Shout!

Qin Wushang easily caught up with a black shadow that burst and scattered, raised his palm and sucked it suddenly, and a black token was not in his hand.

The black token streamer flickered, and a faint light floated.

Just as Edgeworth returned, several sword shadows suddenly appeared around him.

Qin Wusupreme, who was in the air with the sword, clearly saw the disciples passing by, and there was a look of surprise on his face, as well as some strange expressions.

They raised their hands and sucked in suddenly, like a tornado, rolling up all the black tokens around them into their hands, and their powerful strength began to emerge.

These people are the unfathomable strength of the old disciples, the real masters of strength.

Qin Wushang secretly gasped: "It's amazing!"

The big surprise is ......

After these disciples got the identity token, they did not throw out the extra token, but directly kneaded it into powder.

The palms of his hands were spread out, allowing the black powder to turn into dust and smoke drift through the air.

When many disciples who caught up behind him saw this, their eyes immediately showed anger, but after seeing the identity of this gang, they gritted their teeth angrily and turned around and chased them into the distance.

"Hehe, don't thank me, I'm just helping the sect clean up the scum, I can't even get the token, why do I continue to fill up the number indiscriminately?"

An older disciple looked at the disciple who turned around angrily with a smile.

Most of the other old disciples did the same.

Soon, about hundreds of fast tokens were all turned into powder, which meant that hundreds of disciples would not be able to get the tokens, and it was very likely that they would not even be able to enter the shortlist.

Qin Wushang frowned and secretly distanced himself from them.

But—

The slightly older old disciple stared at Qin Wushang with a smile, looked up and down and said, "This junior disciple is the famous inner disciple, right? It is said that you are the only disciple who has learned the Ancestral Master's Imperial Sword Flying Technique, and even the Sect Master has been surpassed by you, right?"

Qin Wu hugged his fists expressionlessly and said, "It's everyone who lifted Qin." ”

"That's it!"

The slightly older disciples had a strange smile in their eyes, and most of them had experienced several apprenticeship conferences, and they hated and were very jealous of the "inner disciples".

A guy who only needs to hold his head and lie on the bed to sleep soundly can enter the inner disciple of the Ten Peaks without brutal competition.

A very nasty title!

The slightly older disciple, Edgeworth volleyed in the air, hugged his fists and said, "Under the Tong Stork!"

"Qin Supreme!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Wushang arched his hand and flew directly back to the cultivation ground.

The long sword shadow, the terrifying speed, and the identity of the inner disciple who was obtained for nothing, everything made Tong Stork and other old disciples show a strong sense of jealousy in their eyes.

"Hmph, another guy who can clear the level with just a few things to get for nothing. ”