The tall ring is now quiet, the first round has passed, there are only ten people left to participate in the competition, and it is now half an hour of rest.

After a fierce game, everyone's consumption is not small, and some people have suffered a lot of injuries, and they are seizing this rare opportunity to desperately heal and recover their mana.

Because the next round of competition will be more intense and difficult!

After all, except for a few people who are super lucky, the rest of the people rely on their own strength to defeat their opponents and enter this round.

However, there are also people who have not meditated and cultivated, such as He Tian injured a few people in the thunder land.

They had only achieved victory with a few means, and those attritions were nothing to them.

Although none of the three of them looked at each other, the depressing atmosphere between them was clearly transmitted, after all, among the people who were qualified to participate in the competition this time, only the three of them had the possibility of winning, and as for the others, they were just some useless supporting roles.

Feeling the surprised atmosphere between several people, some people showed a wry smile on their faces, and they were not on the same level at all......

Mo Qing also learned to meditate cross-legged with others at this time, and he didn't actually have much consumption, he just didn't want to make himself too eye-catching.

But even so, some people glanced at him from time to time, Mo Qing didn't care about it, after all, among the people who entered the second round now, his cultivation was the lowest, although he had shown not weak melee skills before, but compared to others, he was still the best soft persimmon.

Presumably most people are looking forward to drawing lots and sharing with themselves later, Mo Qing smiled secretly in his heart.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and all the participants, regardless of whether they had rested well or not, whether their state had recovered, followed the guidance of the two disciples, lined up in a column again, and drew bamboo sticks from the door master on the viewing platform.

I don't know if it's luck or the secret arrangement of the Wu Sect Master, the bamboo stick drawn by Mo Qing this time is still No. 7.

He smiled in his heart, looked at the players around him, and guessed that that person would be his opponent

He didn't think about those three unusually fierce guys, and when he was forced to do so in the end, Mo Qing believed that the master of the Wu Sect would definitely not let himself meet them.

No matter what means he used, Mo Qing believed that he would definitely do it, after all, this matter could be said to be a matter of life and death for his daughter, how could he not deal with it carelessly.

It may be that in the second round, the mood of the participants became a little heavy, and no one asked for the other party's sign, so they waited for the start of the game nervously and excitedly.

"Number one, number two, come to the game. Uncle Zhang's voice rang out.

The two who drew the No. 1 and No. 2 lots, and after discovering that their opponents were not the three evil stars, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief together, and then became more combative.

In the ring, with Uncle Zhang's order, a fierce struggle immediately broke out.

One of the two disciples released a strange head with long hair, and the other sacrificed a cyan palm-sized kettle, during which there were many spirit runes and spells.

The head full of long hair laughed, and the messy long hair like weeds grew and spread out rapidly, like a steel whip, slashing at the other disciple on the head and face.

The disciple held the cyan kettle in his hand and chanted the incantation, and then wrapped the spout around his body, and a stream of liquid with yellow light flowed out of the pot, quickly forming a solid defensive wall around him.

That liquid didn't know how to refine it successfully, and the defense power was amazing, even if the strange head controlled the long hair's lifeless whipping, it couldn't break through the disciple's defense.

In the end, the disciple who sacrificed the kettle forcibly drained the opponent's mana and won the game, and his face was pale, obviously the consumption was not light.

However, there was an irrepressible joy on his face, as it indicated that he could enter the third round.

If you are lucky, you can draw the No. 5 bye during the draw, and you can directly kill the top three!

And the one who loses is full of unwillingness.

When the No. 3 and No. 4 players came on the field, they immediately ignited the emotions of the audience, because the two people on the field were actually the bloody hand Tu He Tianshu and the pure yang body Li Dongyang!

These two people actually met at this time, which is exciting and a little regrettable at the same time, because it means that one person will not be able to enter the top three.

"This time it's time to open my eyes, the bloody hand slaughter against the pure yang body, this is the first time to see ......"

"Finally the big show is coming!"

"It's a bit of a pity that I can't make it to the top three at the same time......"

The crowd watching the battle was either excited, expectant or pity, but the emotions of all the people were mobilized at this moment.

Mo Qing smiled slightly in his heart, he really didn't guess wrong, the master of the Wu Sect finally made a move, if it was not bad as expected, the remaining two would meet together in the third round of the game.

In this way, the more likely it is that you will win when the time comes.

It's a bit shameless, but it's a good feeling.

"Haha, Senior Brother He, you have to be careful!"

In the ring, Li Dongyang laughed, and his voice was extremely heroic.

And He Tianshu, who was opposite him, still looked cold and didn't say a word.

Li Dongyang had long known the other party's temperament, so he was not angry, but the look in his eyes was extremely solemn.

The person in front of him, although his cultivation is lower than his own, his actual combat ability is not ordinarily strong.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, even if you let the horses come. He Tianshuo over there slowly took out the spear behind his back and stood at his side at this time, and actually said a word slowly.

The voice does not carry the slightest emotion, just a few words, giving people a feeling of bloody breath!

"Haha, okay, let's let you and me fight it happily today!"

Li Dongyang laughed, waved his big hand, and the clothes on his body made a loud noise, looking extremely heroic.

Someone below was infected, and his face was red with excitement. This kind of duel is interesting!

"The game starts now!" Uncle Zhang announced after glancing at the two of them, slamming the drumstick in his hand on the huge gong beside him.

At the same time, his body was also slightly tense, and the two of them in front of him were extremely outstanding among all the disciples in the foundation building period, and they collided together at this time, no matter what, they couldn't let there be casualties between them, otherwise they would say to the sect that the loss would be too great.

"Buzz!" there was a shrill sound from above the ring.