Coincidentally, the first game of the three groups happened to be Ying Qing'er, and his opponent was the same as him, both of whom were mid-stage cultivators of the Qi Transformation Realm.

"Green Jade Palm!"

On the stage, Ying Qing'er screamed, her body rose from the ground, and she slammed her opponent with a palm wind.

Bang!

Qing Feng's blade shot wide, and the inner disciple took a few steps back.

One move has the upper hand, Ying Qing'er is unforgiving, the high-level martial arts Qingyu palm is used to the limit, dozens of Qingfeng palm prints are like peacocks opening the screen, and the opponent who fights has no power to fight back, and there is no danger to win the start.

After stepping off the stage, Ying Qing'er said lightly: "It's not bad, the first opponent is not very strong." ”

"Qing'er, it's only the first round now, don't expose too much strength. The wind cleared and reminded the other party.

"I know this, Brother Feng rest assured. ”

A game can be finished in about one-fifth of the way, and it is rare for the two sides to have exactly the same strength, and it is difficult to tell the winner or loser.

Some group matches end quickly, and the second game of the first round begins.

"Group seven, number eight versus number twenty-eight. ”

Ying Qing'er said: "Brother Feng, it's your turn." ”

"Yes. ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, and flew up to the seven sets of platforms.

"I am at the peak of the mid-stage cultivation of the Qi Transformation Realm, and my luck is good. "The opponent of the wind is a flat-eyed young man, holding a large ring knife in his hand, and the yellow air flow on the blade swirls, looking extremely heavy.

Feng Qingyang was speechless, and the other party was also a peak cultivator in the middle of the Qi Transformation Realm, but he didn't know where his luck was.

"Defeat!"

The flat-eyebrow boy rushed forward suddenly, and the hard stones under his feet suddenly cracked, and then the big ring knife on both hands cut through a thick arc, and slashed directly towards the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang shook his head, waved his right hand at will, and the whole arm was fast without a shadow, easily knocking away the opponent's big ring knife, and the other party thought that the knife was in his hand, and he wanted to chop.

Call!

The two were five steps apart, and the flat-eyed young man without a knife waved in the air, and said aggrievedly: "Where is my knife?"

Feng Qingyang pointed to the left.

The young man with flat eyebrows looked at it, and his big ring knife was stuck on the edge of the platform, and he was shaking.

Without a face to continue to stay on it, the young man with flat eyebrows pulled out a big ring knife, jumped off the platform with a red face, and hated Feng Qingyang to death in his heart, causing him to be so embarrassed.

No surprise, Feng Qingyang won one game and accumulated two points.

In the second round, the third round, and all the way to the fifth round, Feng Qingyang easily defeated the opponent, without much effort, and the points reached 10 points.

Ying Qing'er lost one game in the fourth round and accumulated eight points.

Over there, Wang Qifei was in the tenth group, and some time ago he was promoted to the middle stage of the Qi Transformation Realm to cultivate for him, and he also won five games in a row, accumulating ten points.

And Lin Yi, who had fought against Feng Qingyang at the beginning, seemed to have improved, losing only one game in five games, and like Ying Qing'er, he accumulated eight points.

After the five rounds of the competition, the Great Elder announced that he would rest for half an hour, so that everyone could try to recover their true qi and physical strength.

The half-hour break ended and the game resumed.

Unlike the first five rounds, the last five rounds will have seeded players joining, and if you don't meet them, you will be lucky.

This time, Ying Qing'er didn't know if she was deliberately hiding her strength or bad luck, although she didn't meet a seed player, she met an inner disciple who had cultivated in the late stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, and after persisting in more than a dozen moves, she was defeated.

"Qing'er, why are you?" Looking at the delicate girl who was walking briskly towards him, Feng Qingyang was very puzzled.

"Hehe, Brother Feng has to come on, to win back what I lost. Ying Qing'er's face did not have the slightest breath of loss due to failure, not at all.

"You. Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly and shook his head, how could he not know that Ying Qing'er had hidden his strength, but he was just deliberately not sending it.

Ying Qing'er was silent, smiling and looking at Feng Qingyang, that gaze seemed to say, I just need to look at you.

Wang Qifei continued to win in a row, accumulating 12 points.

Lin Yi lost one game, and he still accumulated eight points.

In the seventh game of the sixth round, it was the turn of the wind again.

"Hey, boy, that's the end of your winning streak. "The one who spoke was a squinted-eyed young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, the older of the many inner disciples, and the accumulation of time had led to his rich combat experience, which could generally be ranked around a hundred.

Swish!

This time Feng Qingyang took the initiative to attack, the Absolute Shadow Step Unfolded, and the whole person disappeared from the other party's sight, and when he saw Feng Qingyang again, his chest hurt suddenly, and the hard fist knocked him off the ground and flew out of the platform upside down.

Falling heavily on the ground, the squint-eyed young man was full of disbelief, how could it be possible, he would defeat me with one move, how strong was he?

"Zhang Ning, this junior brother is not simple! It seems that he has hidden his strength. Zhou Ling glanced at Feng Qingyang and said lightly to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning shook his head and smiled, "Compared to other inner disciples, the strength is indeed a lot higher, but I only have a miserable defeat against me." ”

Han Yue grinned: "Although he is not your opponent, there is still hope for him to enter the top three in the group." ”

One more passed, and it was the ninth game.

"Zero vs. Twenty-Four!"

"It's your turn. Han Yue clasped his hands to his chest and said.

Call!

The breeze swept away, Zhang Ning's afterimage was blown away, and when he looked at it again, he had already arrived on the stage.

"What a quick divine law, when did he get on the stage. ”

"It is worthy of Senior Brother Zhang Ning, the 'Wind Walker', his body is almost the same as the wind, and he is invisible. ”

The inner disciples nearby looked at each other.

Feng Qing raised his brows and frowned slightly, although Zhang Ning's speed was incredible, but what was really terrifying was the artistic conception that blended into the wind, as soon as the two were combined, the light skills would be qualitatively improved, making people have an incomprehensible illusion, of course, excluding him.

"Senior Brother Zhang, my name is Li Yuan, please give me a lot of advice. The round-faced young man knew how big the difference in strength between the two sides was, and said in a respectful tone.

Zhang Ning nodded, "Come on! ”

Hearing this, the round-faced young man had a solemn face, pulled out his sword from the scabbard, and slashed it into the air, stabbing at Zhang Ning.

Snort!

The sword trembled slightly, and four sword shadows appeared, each of which was extremely sharp, cutting the air to pieces, and the air flow was wildly rolled.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab Zhang Ning, the round-faced young man's face flashed with joy.

At this time, Zhang Ning moved, leaned back, kept the same distance from the tip of the sword, and floated backwards.

"How is that possible? My sword can't match his speed. After chasing for more than ten steps, the round-faced young man never stabbed the other party, and his complexion changed greatly.

Not interested in playing with the other party, Zhang Ning bent his fingers on the blade of the sword.

Boom!

With a flick, the round-faced young man could barely hold the sword in his hand, and the sword light that had just been condensed shattered instantly, and his plan to hurt people in the air failed.

Immediately after, he was hit in the chest, and blood flew out of the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhang is too powerful, Li Yuan has been winning in a row until now, and he has been easily defeated, how strong are the top ten disciples of the inner gate. ”

"It's very strong, Senior Brother Zhang didn't really do it at all. ”

"In this way, basically no one in our group can beat Senior Brother Zhang, and that No. 28 Feng Qingyang is definitely not Senior Brother Zhang's opponent. ”