The hundreds of people around the ring were a little surprised, according to the boy's intentions, there will be fewer people entering the Absolute Immortal Valley this time than every time before, and some sects and ethnic groups may not have anyone who can enter the Absolute Immortal Valley, such a result is obviously not what the various sects are willing to see.

"Venerable Mo, in previous years, there were as many people as they came, why did they reduce so much this time? Moreover, isn't there more people who enter more and successfully break through the bottleneck?" In the crowd on the east side of the ring, a white-haired old Taoist stood up and said respectfully.

"Hongchen Virtuous Nephew, these two questions of yours can actually only be regarded as one problem! In the past few times we have sent people into the Absolute Immortal Valley, our Central Continent will lose a lot of potential backwards, so you understand, right?" the boy glanced at the white-haired old man, but he was not very angry, and explained.

Everyone seemed to think deeply when they heard this, and no one spoke out loud, all of them were savoring the meaning of the male fairy tale.

It's just that this answer still can't solve the doubts in everyone's hearts, but seeing the boy's expression, everyone is silent with interest, and no one wants to be the pioneer who offends the strong.

"Since you don't have any doubts, let's get to the point! The old man will directly eliminate fifty-six people from these two hundred and fifty-six people, and then fight in pairs and twos, and the winner will be qualified to enter the Absolute Immortal Valley. But there is one point, the competition will inevitably be injured, in order not to hurt the harmony between our Zhongzhou sects, you must not take the lives of others or maim others, otherwise you will directly lose your qualifications. Seeing that no one asked any more questions, the boy had no intention of delaying any longer, his eyes turned repeatedly, and after thinking about it, he said: "Each of your sects has also sent a Shadow Stage monk this time, so each of you sect will send one person to be the judge!"

The boy closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and inadvertently a three-colored light suddenly rose around him, and two hundred spiritual lights flew away without warning. Straight to the disciples of the various sects under the ring. Almost in the blink of an eye, these fireworks-like aura struck those disciples whose strength was at the sixth level of the Qi Transformation without exception.

These disciples of the various sects who were hit by the spiritual light suddenly had a feeling of lightness, and there was a tendency to fly up. When everyone has this feeling, the palm of the hand suddenly feels spicy like fire. They couldn't help but be startled, and they raised their hands to look, and a vermilion number eerily condensed out.

Gradually, this hot feeling slowly subsided. However, a striking mark has been firmly engraved on the palms of these people's hands like an imprint.

"The two hundred I have selected have been marked, and the numbers will disappear after four hours. The ring is divided into four zones, and each time there are four groups of competitions. The same number went up to the stage from low to high, and the winner came to me on the next mountain. Mu Xin, Qianling, I'll leave it to you here, and all of you in the Shadow Stage will come over there to find me after the competition!"

The boy faintly glanced at the middle-aged Taoist in a moon-white Taoist robe and the middle-aged Confucian in a Confucian robe in the north, and then the aura around him flashed and dimmed, and the whole person disappeared in place, just like when he came, he left this place at once.

Everyone stared at the ring for a long time, but they didn't see the three-foot figure of the boy. For a while, everyone looked at each other, and they looked at each other.

At this time, Mu Xin Dao and Qianling Rujun, who were dressed in moon-white Dao robes, glanced at each other and nodded in tacit understanding. Immediately, the two of them flew up and landed in front of the place where the boy had been.

After looking around and confirming that the boy was no longer here, Mu Xindao Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and then broke the silence at this time and said, "Everyone. Venerable Mo had already made it clear that each group had to complete the competition within a quarter of an hour. If there is no result, the winner will be chosen by us old guys in the film stage. Okay, let's go up with the eight digits from one to four in the palm of your hand!"

Under the greeting of Mu Xin Dao people, the eight Qi Transformation Stage disciples walked out from all sides after being instructed by the elders of the sect, and stood in front of Mu Xin Dao and Qian Ling Ru Jun, waiting for the next instructions of the two of them.

"You have the same number in your palms fighting each other, for a quarter of an hour!" Mu Xindao just glanced at the eight people in front of him lightly. He didn't seem to care much, and commanded directly.

These eight people, you look at me, I look at you, at first I was a little overwhelmed, but when I thought that my fate would be decided between this battle, I couldn't help but look solemn, looking cautious.

Seeing that the crowd did not react. Mu Xin Dao and Qianling Rujun were a little displeased, but they would not be angry with this kind of junior. I saw Mu Xindao people waving a few times in the ring with a whisk in his hand, and four slender purple spiritual lights flew away along the surface of the ring in all directions.

As the dust rises, a criss-cross appears on top of the ring, reducing the surface of the ring to an average size of four pieces.

The eight disciples who participated in the competition did not dare to stay any longer, they raised their left hands to show the numbers in their palms, and walked to a certain section of the ring at the same time as their opponents with the same number.

Seeing that everyone was in place and cautiously saluted, Mu Xindao nodded secretly, and with a sweep of dust in his hand, a purple-yellow spiritual light flashed to the north.

When everyone was strange, a golden gong with purple and yellow brilliance suddenly flew up from the crowd in the north, and hovered in the corner of the ring.

Then, with his right hand, he slapped his waist again, and a series of small yellow flags flew out, evenly submerging into the criss-crossing lines, and he didn't know the intention of Mu Xindaoren's move.

"I'll stop the competition when the time comes. Also, if we both determine that one of us has won or that one of us has violated the rules, we will terminate the contest and the judges will select the winner. You can start the competition!" Mu Xindao looked around, and after finding that there was nothing missing, he waved the dust again, and a stream of spiritual light shot out and hit the gong directly.

A dull gong sounded, and the four pairs of disciples in the confrontation finally made a move, and it seemed that they were all mentally prepared, and they didn't want to lose the opportunity.

The battle between the two in the northeast corner square is particularly fierce.

As soon as one of them made a move, he released a large handful of "Fire Spirit Runes", and all of a sudden the ring was reflected in the fiery red. Strange to say, as soon as those fiery red flames rushed to the cross scratch in the middle of the ring, they were bounced off by an invisible force, and they couldn't get past it at all.

The other was taken aback, and hurriedly threw a short blade that flashed with light blue brilliance, and kept pointing out blue-green spells.

When these spells were submerged in the short blade, the short blade suddenly shone with a blue glow, forming a barrier more than half a zhang wide in front of the person in the blink of an eye, trying to resist the attack of the flame land formed by these dozens of fire spirit runes.

However, the person who threw the fire spirit rune did not hope that this fire spirit rune would be effective in one blow, and with a sudden twist of his wrist, a cold dagger suddenly bounced out and flew around the ring.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger had circled behind the man who was trying to defuse the fire spirit rune's attack, and it was about to be smeared between the man's neck.

The first bloody disaster of this competition seems to be about to happen, and the first victory and defeat seem to be immediately decided.

When he realized that there was a chill coming from his neck, although the man had the intention to dodge, the fire in front of him was not small, and he had no idea for a while under the enemy on his abdomen and back, and cold sweat also seeped all over his forehead in a very short time.

On the ring in the northeast corner, two purple-yellow spiritual lights suddenly came out, and the flames that were full of flames disappeared as if they were nothing, and the dagger behind the rush also flew back in a sweep of the aura, and fell smoothly into the palm of the dagger owner.

"The victory and defeat have been decided!You can step down!" Mu Xindaoren glanced at the contestant who had withdrawn the short blade, and said without joy or sorrow.

Then his gaze fell on the other person.

This person has a white and tender face, and there is a slight hint of cunning between his eyebrows, but the tall sword eyebrows still can't hide the heroic spirit of the youth.

"Report your name!" Mu Xindao flicked around his waist, and a piece of emerald green bamboo scroll appeared in the palm of his hand, but he said in his mouth.

"Evil Yang Sect Wu Tianhao!" The young man hurriedly bowed down and reported the details of his home. (To be continued......)