The total is less than one hundred and sixty.

In the first round, six powerful white-collar disciples directly had a bye and directly entered the top 80.

Ten rings, carried out at the same time.

On the side of the Instrument Spirit Palace, Sun Hao's appearance order was lower.

Other disciples came to the stage one after another.

The first to come to the stage was No. 15 Xi Jiguang, and in the first ring, after only half a pillar of incense, he was carried down and eliminated.

The injury was not serious, but he was completely out of strength and passed out, but fortunately the opponent he met did not fall into the ground.

Soon, Ma Huan came to power, not much better.

After a while, his face turned pale, he staggered and flew back, just sat down, tilted his head, and fainted directly.

Ten disciples of the Instrument Spirit Hall went up one by one.

None of them made it past the first round.

There were even two disciples who suffered heavy blows, one disciple was sent back with one hand and one foot cut off, and one disciple was directly pierced through his chest and abdomen, drenched in blood, and he could not get better in a few months.

The Instrument Spirit Hall was in mourning.

In the end, the only ones who didn't play were Ou Ye and Sun Hao.

Ou Ye is also the one everyone has high hopes for, and he is the only disciple who can enter the second layer of the Instrument Spirit Palace.

A year ago, Ou Ye reached the strength standard for promotion, after a year of precipitation and accumulation, the strength should be stronger, if Ou Ye can't enter the second round, then this time, I'm afraid it will be the same as last year, and the first round will start to shave his head.

One hundred and thirty-five, the Instrument Spirit Temple, Ouye, the third ring.

One of the elders sang aloud.

"I'll win against my opponent," Ou Ye said with a determined look on his face. Stand up. There is a sense of mission to win glory for the Instrument Spirit Palace: "Everyone rest assured. I'll win. ”

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is looking forward to it.

Ou Ye, who was named to the Daimyo, flew to the No. 3 ring with a big hammer and the mission of winning glory for the Instrument Spirit Palace.

Ouye's soul is this sledgehammer.

Ou Ye's opponent is a short, thin, short and sleek white-collar male disciple.

Take a closer look. Finding that the opponent was a disciple of the Instrument Spirit Palace, he couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart, grinned, and ran around Ou Ye.

This disciple is extremely flexible, and soon, his shadow is everywhere in the ring.

Ouye wielded a sledgehammer, chasing these shadows, constantly attacking.

Oye's hammer. The power is not small.

Ou Ye believes that the opponent on the opposite side is thin and does not sneer. As long as he is hit by himself, he should be able to win, advance to the next round, and win glory for the Instrument Spirit Palace.

The hammer swung impenetrable.

Seeing Ou Ye chasing the opponent and attacking, there were bursts of cheers on the side of the Instrument Spirit Palace, Ou Ye finally lived up to expectations and had a comprehensive advantage on the field.

Sun Hao glanced at it a few times, and inadvertently, slowly shook his head.

Ou Ye is also full of strength.

It seems that he has a great advantage, but he can't get to the other party's monk at all.

Don't look at the opponent who is as thin as a monkey, but he is short, lean and slippery, and Ou Ye can't catch up with his speed at all.

This kind of battle, Ou Ye is purely thankless.

Sun Hao thought to himself, if he changed his position, if he was Ouye, there should be no less than three or four ways to force the opponent to slow down, fight hard with himself, and fight for consumption.

But Ouye, turning over and over is the move of swinging a hammer and attacking.

In Master Luo's eyes, a look of regret flashed, the disciples of the Instrument Spirit Hall have a slightly weaker combat power, even if it is a disciple like Ou Ye, the combat experience is not a little worse than the disciples of other halls.

Ouye works hard, fights hard, and wants to win.

However, chasing the opponent and attacking fiercely cannot make a contribution.

On the contrary, he himself was out of breath after him.

chased and slashed the opponent for a while, to no avail, and Ou Ye's momentum couldn't help but leak slightly.

At this time, the opponent suddenly attacked, and while Ou Ye was ventilating, he fiercely rushed to Ou Ye's side, and without waiting for Ou Ye to react, he had already slapped three palms in a row, and slapped him in the chest and abdomen with great accuracy.

Ou Ye snorted, and with a "poof", he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Hurt.

Glancing back at the direction of the Instrument Spirit Palace, Ou Ye's heart was horizontal, and the hammer swung again.

Ouye was wounded, but did not admit defeat, and the fight continued.

More than ten rounds of fighting.

Concocted in the same way, the elite disciple once again found the opportunity, took advantage of the situation, and slapped a few palms again, hitting Ou Ye.

This time, Ou Ye was directly knocked away, and the hammer was out of his hand and smashed weakly on the ring.

Puff two mouthfuls of blood, Ou Ye propped his hands on the ground, trying to stand up straight.

On the other side, the elite disciple said disdainfully: "Weak, it's too weak, Instrument Spirit Palace, this", his right hand clenched his fist, gave him a thumbs up, stretched it forward, and then, with a twist of his fist, his thumb was pointed on the ground.

There was anger in Ou Ye's eyes, but his throat was salty, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

The elite disciple rushed up with a quick step, and flew up with a kick, and Ou Ye was swept away by a kick, flying far away in the direction of the Instrument Spirit Palace.

Master Luo flew and caught Ou Ye, but found that Ou Ye had fainted.

The phalanx of the Instrument Spirit Hall was dead silent.

In the ring, the mentor announced that the elite disciple Hou Wann would win and advance to the next round.

Hou Wanneng was in the ring, and he raised his fist on the side of the Chongqi Spirit Palace, but he didn't put the disciples here in his eyes.

Sun Hao's pupils shrank slightly.

The game continues.

Soon after, Zhu Pang came on the field.

Sun Hao paid a little attention.

Zhu Pang's opponent was a slender female cultivator, whether it was body refining or soul power cultivation, she was weaker than Zhu Pang.

Zhu Pang started the savage collision, without pity for the jade, directly crushed, and crashed out of the ring, the style of barbarism is outrageous.

There was a lot of boos.

Zhu Pang was not ashamed, but proud, arrogant and excited.

This kid has been bullied by his sister for a long time, and today he finally got the opportunity to bully the female cultivator, and he feels too good.

Sun Hao shook his head speechlessly, there is no way, Zhu Pang is so virtuous.

Zhu Pang won, and when the first round of the competition was coming to an end, it was finally Sun Hao's turn to play.

Zhong Xiaohao, the Instrument Spirit Palace, the fourth ring, the battle against the Sea God Temple, the scarf martial arts.

The scarf warrior is as tall as one zhang, born majestic and burly, with a beard.

The two stood opposite each other.

Sun Hao, who is a head taller than ordinary people, feels like a thin little bit.

The ring mentor makes a gesture and announces that the game begins.

The scarf Wuba looked at the opponent, shook his head slightly, and muttered in his mouth: "Luck is coming, the door panel can't be stopped, in the first round, I actually met the weak chicken of the Instrument Spirit Palace." ”

Sun Hao had a faint smile on his face: "Brother Scarf, please." ”

Jin Wuba grabbed forward with both hands, grinned, and grabbed Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's heart moved, standing in place, not moving.

The scarf Wuba, who was very arrogant, grabbed a real one with both hands, grabbed Sun Hao's shoulder with one hand, and firmly grasped Sun Hao in the palm of his hand, like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Haven't you heard of it?" The scarf martial master grabbed Sun Hao and did not exert his strength, and a hideous smile appeared on his rough face: "It is the same bronze battle body Great Perfection, and this strength gap will also be very huge......"

Seeing Sun Hao fall into the hands of his opponent, the disciples of the Instrument Spirit Hall glanced at each other, and a trace of thought flashed in their hearts, this time, the Instrument Spirit Hall was bigger.

In the phalanx of the God of War Temple, Zhu Pang covered his forehead, said "oh" in his mouth, and said to Wang Yuan: "Ermao, you still want me to list Xiaohao as a general, this is good, what is my Zhu Pang's reputation, but it doesn't matter, after a while, my pig king will help you recall the field......"

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't make a sound.

Over there, Jin Wuba used his hands hard, and his mouth burst out: "Get up", trying to lift Sun Hao up and throw him out of the ring.

Sun Hao's body sank slightly, and with his hands together, he put it on the arm of the scarf Wuba, exerting a little strength, and did not move at all.

A trace of doubt flashed on the face of the scarf warrior, how could this be?

The disciples who watched the battle thought together, should that big guy be a parallel import, and it would be useless?

Sun Hao shook his head slowly, and said with a smile in his mouth: "It is the same bronze battle body Great Perfection, and the difference in strength is indeed quite large, Brother Scarf, haven't you heard of it? Don't compare your strength with the blacksmith who strikes iron?"

After speaking, his mouth also burst into a shout: "Get up." ”

The Scarf Martial Tyrant only felt that a huge and incomparable power was surging from above his arms, this power was not only surprisingly large, but also extremely penetrating, and the alchemy technique that he was proud of could not stop the invasion of this power at all.

I can't stop it at all, and I feel dizzy.

Involuntarily, in the strange screams of the scarf warriors, his feet were pulled off the ground and lifted up by Sun Hao.

With a round of both hands, the huge body of the scarf martial arts lord was rotated by Sun Hao on the top of his head.

The little ant lifted an elephant.

The visuals are good.

The body of the scarf Wuba turned faster and faster, and Sun Hao shouted: "Go", and shook his hands hard.

The scarf warrior was danced with his hands, and in the strange scream, he was thrown directly out of the ring.

The tutor shook his head and announced loudly, Instrument Spirit Palace, Zhong Xiaohao......

The scarf Wuba spun in the air, ran back, and shouted: "Don't, the victory is not scored, I haven't transformed yet, careless, careless......"

The guru looked at him, unmoved, and then announced, "Win." ”

The scarf warrior sat in the ring and muttered, "Did anyone tell me............?"