Seeing No. 29 and No. 30 in the ring, Li Zhe knew that it would be his turn next.

After a while, the ring in the northeast corner was vacant, and Li Zhe didn't wait for the red-faced monk to call, and walked towards the ring surrounded by Xu's uncle and nephew and Zhong Ling'er.

Li Zhe has already become a popular figure in Yunmeng Sect, and his every move is eye-catching.

Seeing Li Zhe walking towards the ring in the northeast corner, all the onlookers surrounded him.

Most of the monks came to see the excitement, and there were also a few mid-stage spiritual seed monks who participated in the big competition, and they all listed Li Zhe as a great enemy, wanting to take this opportunity to understand his reality and reality.

Li Zhe put his hands behind his back, walked on the stage in a dashing manner, bowed his hand to the monks in the audience, and said, "I don't know which senior brother won the 31st, please come up and give advice." ”

After waiting for a moment, there was no reaction from the audience.

Could it be that the opponent asked himself if he was not his opponent, and he simply didn't go to the ring.

Impossible. If you don't sign up, it will be too embarrassing if you don't sign up.

Besides, this is a big competition between the sects, and it is not a life-and-death battle, there is no worry about life, and there is no chance of winning, so you have to come to the stage to deal with it.

Li Zhezheng was cranky, and the red-faced monk opened his mouth: "No one won the No. 31 wooden card, Li Zhe won without a fight and directly entered the second round." ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Zhe was stunned for a while, this was really a happy coming, and he returned disappointed.

In an uproar from everyone, Li Zhe jumped out of the ring in a gloomy manner.

In this big competition, only more than 50 people participated, and it was inevitable that there were some lucky people who had byes, and Li Zhe was just one of them.

Back in the ring, Xu's uncle and nephew were envious, the two of them were eliminated desperately, Li Zhe was good, he didn't move his fingers, and he passed the level, there was really no place to reason.

The strategy to shorten the time really worked. In the past, the first round of 32 fights alone took five or six days, but this time it was completed in half a day.

After only a pillar of incense, the red-faced monk announced the start of the second round of fighting.

In the evening, it was Li Zhe's turn to play again.

Jumping into the ring, Li Zhe found that this time there was no need to wait in vain, because his opponent had already taken the stage one step ahead of him.

This opponent is very familiar with him, and it is Ma Youde, who started together. I haven't seen him for a few years, and Ma Youde hasn't changed much. If anything, it's that he's fatter.

Li Zhe clenched his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Ma, you have to be merciful to your subordinates." ”

Ma Youde's face was bitter, and he said secretly in his heart: I thought that good luck was coming in the first round of byes, but I didn't expect to meet Li Zhe next, which is really unlucky.

Ma Youde only condensed the spirit seed three years ago, and there is a big gap between him and Li Zhe in all aspects, and he himself knows this very well.

"Senior Brother Li is too polite. It should be to ask Senior Brother Li's subordinates to show mercy. Let's not delay other brothers and sisters, let's get started. ”

If the strength is not as good, you have to strike first. As he spoke, he took out a cyan pennant and shook it at Li Zhe again and again.

With a shake, dozens of cyan birds conjured out of the flag and pounced on Li Zhe.

In the end, he simply threw the flag at Li Zhe, and the flag also transformed into a cyan bird, mixed in the flock of illusionized birds, and flew towards Li Zhe.

How could this low-level trick fool Li Zhe. With a flash of purple in his eyes, he locked onto the bird that the small cyan flag had transformed.

He didn't say much, took a small step forward, and at the same time raised his right fist and struck at the birds.

The fist that exuded golden mangs also turned into the size of a zhang and smashed straight into the flock of birds.

When the cyan bird touches the golden fist, it will be shattered in an instant, and it will dissipate with a little blue light.

With a bang, the golden fist accurately hit the cyan bird that the pennant had transformed.

Under the pressure of the powerful fist, the little bird had no power to resist and let out a sad scream, the blue light on his body collapsed, returned to the original shape of the pennant, and flew back upside down.

This is still Li Zhe's subordinates showing mercy, otherwise this magic weapon will be somewhat damaged.

Li Zhe seemed to have only taken a small step forward, but his speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of Ma Youde in the blink of an eye.

Ma Youde, who had just picked up the pennant, didn't have any time to react at all, and was punched in the chest by Li Zhe.

At the last moment, Li Zhe turned his fist into a palm, withdrew most of his strength, and pushed Ma Youde under the ring just right with a gentle push.

Defeated so quickly, Ma Youde, who was completely unprepared, was stunned for a long time before he saluted Li Zhe and thanked him stupidly: "Thank you Senior Brother Li for your mercy, Senior Brother lost convincingly." ”

After just a few breaths, Li Zhe knocked Ma Youde out of the ring, causing a burst of exclamations around.

Several disciples who had the opportunity to fight Li Zhe were even more jealous of Li Zhe's powerful physical strength.

The strength and weakness are clear, and there is no need to wait for the red-faced monk to judge the victory, Li Zhe jumped out of the ring directly.

After finding a no-man's corner, Li Zhe sat down to recover his mana.

Although almost no mana was consumed just now, this big competition did not leave any time for the contestants to recover their mana, and it was important to keep them in the best condition at all times.

As soon as he sat down for a while, Xu Xiangrui rushed over, picked up Li Zhe and ran to the ring in the southeast corner.

The three of them had been defeated and had nothing to do, so they took the initiative to help Li Zhe find out other people's information.

When I came to the ring, I happened to see Du Hairong fighting with a female monk in the middle stage of the spirit seed.

The female monk made a piece of red silk, and after casting it, she turned into a spiritual snake and chased Du Hairong.

Du Hairong unfolded extremely fast, appearing and disappearing in the ring.

The spirit snake almost entangled Du Hairong several times, but he deftly escaped.

The rules of this big competition are extremely beneficial to Du Hairong, and his extremely fast body style is really good for delaying time.

As long as it drags on for half an hour, those senior brothers in the middle stage of the spirit seed can only admit defeat.

The monk's heart was on fire, and she pinched her hands and pointed at the spirit snake.

The tail of the spirit snake metamorphosed, and a snake head was born.

The two-headed snake struck from both sides, and deftly formed a circle in the air, encircling Du Hairong in it.

Without waiting for Du Hairong to react, the two snake heads of the two-headed snake were entangled, and they quickly twisted to tighten the circle.

This time, Du Hairong did not escape, and was entangled firmly.

Du Hairong is known for his speed, and after being entangled, he has nothing to do.

The monks in the audience let out a burst of cheers.

Only a few monks, like Li Zhe, frowned.

After the victory, the friar was in a good mood, smiled, and prepared to say a few words.

Before she could speak, she only felt a chill on her neck, and Du Hairong's cold voice sounded in her ears.

"Senior Sister Zhang, I agreed. ”

The nun was shocked, and when she turned her head, Du Hairong suddenly appeared behind him, and the green feather fan was cut into her neck.

If it was really a life-and-death battle, she would already be in a different place at this time.

She turned her head to look at Du Hairong who was trapped by the two-headed snake, and then looked back at Du Hairong behind her, with an unbelievable look on her face, and finally said gloomily: "Senior Brother Du's wind spirit has changed nine times, and it is so subtle that Senior Sister can only bow to the wind." ”

After the nun conceded defeat, Du Hairong withdrew the green feather fan, turned around and jumped out of the ring.

Du Hairong, who was trapped by the two-headed snake, collapsed into a little blue light and turned into nothing.

After a moment of silence, the audience erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

Du Hairong's Nine Transformations of the Wind Spirit were so subtle that most people didn't find out when he was a clone of the illusions. What's even more incredible is that he replaced his real body with a doppelganger, and then used his real body to sneak behind the friar, and his breath was so hidden that people couldn't find it at all.

Li Zhe's heart also sank, and under the purple eyes, Du Hairong's true body had nothing to hide.

But if you can see it, it doesn't mean that you can fight, his speed is too fast, and Li Zhe is not sure that he can keep up.

Accompanied by Ma Youde, Du Hairong also walked out of the crowd and looked for a place to recover his mana.

Leaving behind was a string of jealous gazes.

By the time the second round of fighting was over, it was already completely dark.

In the past, when this time came, the day's fighting would be over and the battle would be repeated tomorrow.

The crowd looked at the red-faced monk and waited for him to announce.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuren raised his hand and waved it to the sky, and a small sun appeared in the sky above the square, illuminating the main peak of Yunmeng as bright as day. The meaning is obvious, that is, to continue to fight again.

Looking at this little sun, Li Zhe swallowed his saliva. is also Chiyang, the power can be said to be the difference between heaven and earth, compared to it, his own Chiyang is just a firefly.

There are only sixteen monks left, except for the two monsters Li Zhe and Du Hairong, all of whom are mid-stage disciples of the spirit seed.

Half an hour later, Li Zhe stood in the ring again.

This time he was still an acquaintance in front of him, Luo Bing with a long beard.

The two were a little wrong, and they didn't even say hello after they came on stage, and they just started fighting.

Li Zhe took a step forward, and threw a heavy punch with all his strength, and the golden fist shadow as big as a house approached Luo Bing.

Luo Bing smiled contemptuously and shouted, "Senior Brother Li, just now you deceived Senior Brother Ma into being shallow in cultivation, and you used this trick to defeat him. However, it would be child's fun for you to use him against me. ”

As he spoke, he offered a silver axe.

As soon as the axe left his hand, it spun violently like a windmill and cut directly into the golden fist shadow.

Destroyed and decayed, the shadow of the fist was like paper paste, and it was torn to pieces.

Luo Bing proudly summoned back the axe and said sharply: "Senior Brother Li, I am famous for the Chiyang Heart Sutra, I just want to learn about it." Could it be that my junior brother thinks I'm not qualified?"

After several years of hard cultivation, Li Zhe's mana is much stronger, but casting the Chiyang Heart Sutra will still consume a lot of mana.

Originally, Li Zhe wanted to make it simple, defeat Luo Bing, and save some mana.

However, after trying it just now, Luo Bing's cultivation is much stronger than he estimated, and it is a bit worth the loss to entangle it any longer.

"Since Senior Brother Luo has said so, Senior Brother can only obey his fate. ”

A Zhu Rongzhu flew out of his wrist, suddenly erupted with a strong fire and scorching aura, and went straight to Luo Bing's front door.

"Well done. Luo Bing roared and sacrificed the silver axe again.

The silver axe slashed at the center of Zhu Rongzhu, and an extremely dazzling bright light bloomed from Zhu Rongzhu, forcing everyone to close their eyes.

By the time the white light dissipated, Luo Bing had already sat down under the ring, his face was scorched black, and his expression was sluggish.

Li Zhe stood proudly in the ring, a fiery red bead hanging above his head.

Li Zhe, who was in the early stage of the spirit seed, actually used only one blow to blast Luo Bing in the middle stage of the spirit seed to the stage. If he advanced to the middle stage of the spirit seed, how strong would he be became the only question that haunted everyone's minds at this time.