"Wow, that's it. The four of us are directly in the same big group, and we won't become each other's opponents, so I was worried about this happening!" After the four of them showed up the numbered cards one after another, Xiao Zilin's voice erupted like a container ready to go. The three Liang Tian who were in the ring and Liu Fei and Dongfang Ruyun, who were watching the game under the ring, were all embarrassed.

They showed each other their numbered cards in the ring, and then returned to the backstage lounge to wait for their next match. And at this moment, the first round of the rematch of the competition in the ring has begun, and I saw the cultivator numbered No. 1 taking the lead in stepping on the sword and slowly flying into the ring. And the cultivator numbered No. 2 also slowly landed in the ring with a flying sword, only to see that as soon as he came on the field, he immediately made a friendship first move, and the opponent held the No. 1 number cultivator shook slightly: "Daoyou, since the first round of the game is the first round of our two dozen heads. Shall we not come here but just order?"

"Okay! Since the Taoist friends have put forward this condition, there is no reason to agree. The cultivator with the number two in his hand listened to the condition proposed by the No. 1 contestant, and didn't think much about it, and then readily agreed.

"Since that Daoist friend has agreed to the next condition, let's start now! Otherwise, the Daoist friend who is behind should be in a hurry. As soon as the No. 1 player said this, he saw a milky white light shoot out from the dantian of that cultivator, and then turned into a handful of enchanting blue light coiled around the head of that cultivator, and looked at the opponent in front of him with a faint smile on his face.

"Well, since Daoist friends have used magic weapons, then the poor Dao will follow. After finishing speaking, I saw that the cultivator made a move, and a dark blue light immediately flew out from his dantian, and accompanied by the sound of 'whoosh' in the cultivator, the two of them stared at each other with a posture of preparing to move.

"Brother, look at the duel between those two old guys, you guess you will win. Xiao Zilin, who was watching the first game backstage, turned slightly to look at Liang Tian behind him and asked.

"Hehe, Xiao Zilin, you said that a cultivator in the early stage of Mahayana and a cultivator in the late stage of Mahayana will face off, which side do you say will win?" Liang Tian, who was resting in the background, glanced at the first group of players competing in the ring, and the corners of his mouth immediately raised a trace of arc and looked at Xiao Zilin meaningfully.

"Brother, is it true that only the cultivator in the early stage of Mahayana will lose to the cultivator in the late stage of Mahayana?" Xiao Zilin glanced at the smile that appeared on the corner of Liang Tian's mouth this time, and then said in shock.

After Xiao Zilin's words full of slight shock fell, I saw Liang Tian, who was sitting next to him and only laughing, suddenly stretched out his index finger and swung it a few times, before he spoke: "ON, ON, ON." This is not necessarily, and it may not be necessary that the method cultivated by others is more advanced. As the words fell, he squinted his eyes slightly, and then turned his gaze to the two cultivators who were in the middle of the competition.

The two pairs of cultivators competing in the ring, two flying swords of different shapes floated quietly above the heads of their respective masters, exuding a faint blue light. However, the expressions of the two cultivators at this time seemed a little calm, and they both looked at each other with a pair of strange eyes. In fact, the two different strands quietly rose in the two at this time, pressing on their opponents without any scruples.

At the end of the first round, seeing that the momentum they emitted could not suppress the opponent's momentum, the two instantly retracted the momentum that was still pressing towards each other just now. Their eyes looked at each other without any expression, and both of them stared at each other with a stern expression. However, at this moment, I saw that the figure of the No. 1 contestant cultivator suddenly flashed, and with his divine sense, the flying sword flying above his head quickly attacked his opponent, the place where the No. 2 contestant cultivator was standing.

Just as the cultivator numbered number one was attacking the cultivator with the flying sword above his head, he saw the number two player, who was the opponent of the number one player, standing quietly in place. When the flying sword was about to attack him, he saw that the cultivator frowned slightly, and then his face changed slightly, and he shouted: "The first form of the Heavenly Thunder Technique, Thunder Split." As the words fell, a white lightning bolt the size of a human arm slashed straight from the sky towards the cultivator who was standing opposite the cultivator.

When he saw the thunderbolt the size of an arm slashing down on him, the cultivator standing directly below seemed to sense the crisis at this moment, and immediately mobilized the True Yuan in his body to resist. But when he was ready to transport the true element in his body to resist, it was already too late. I saw that the milky white thunder fell from the sky at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and a 'boom' sound came out of the ring, and then I saw a kite with a broken line flying upside down from the dusty competition ring and falling to the ground fiercely.

However, at the moment when the cultivator who had already lost landed, the cultivator watching the game below suddenly boiled. A deafening round of applause followed, and shouts followed. is not as lively as a concert by a popular singer.

"The first round is over, and the winner is Xuanluo, a disciple of Tianxuanmen. The man in white who was watching the fight in the ring reacted immediately and immediately announced the result of the first round.

"Then in the second round of the match, Youyun will face Kong Ling, a disciple of the Ethereal Sect. After the two contestants who had won and lost the first round were finished, the voice of the man in white once again sounded in the ears of the cultivators. Yun Hui, who was already eager to go on stage to show his skills, heard what the man in white said, and his face showed a slightly excited expression, and then the figure quickly disappeared into the lounge of the backstage.

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, a young man in a gorgeous robe suddenly flashed out of the ring, looking at the cultivators below with a faint smile on his face. With a faint smile, a heart that had already stirred up blood had begun to beat. But as everyone knows, waiting for him will be a miserable end, who makes him so confident?