After the two stood still on the stage, they looked at each other.

After carefully identifying Li Mu's face and size, the big man said with a grin: "This junior disciple's face is a little unfamiliar, could it be that he is a new disciple? I, Wang Tieqiao, have been practicing hard for ten years before I came to participate, if the junior brother knows each other, he should quickly admit defeat, otherwise it will not be good to hurt the junior brother if he starts to do it for a while. Let's be a brother, if it hurts you, it's too ......."

Li Mu, who was standing on the other side, couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect this seemingly rugged man to be a talking basket, with a mouthful of gushing posture. Seeing that he was going to continue, Li Mu had to interrupt with a dark face: "Senior Brother Wang is too worried, there is no need to talk more, please give me advice." ”

After speaking, Li Mu made a gesture of invitation, and actually wanted him to make the first move.

In fact, this is not to blame Li Mutuo, if he didn't even have the confidence to win the first round of the opponent, what else could he talk about winning the first place? Therefore, he deliberately provoked this big man and let him take the lead, what he saved was to force out all the strength of this person to measure his combat strength.

That Wang Tieqiao saw that he was so arrogant, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all. He laughed three times and said angrily: "Are all the newcomers like you now? Very good, I'll let you know what it means to respect senior brother!"

After speaking, Wang Tieqiao's huge body suddenly jumped up and smashed straight down towards Li Mu in mid-air several feet high.

From a distance, Wang Tieqiao's posture, which fell rapidly from the sky, was as unstoppable as a meteor landing.

The powerful True Qi condensed a fiery red light in his hand, and this light expanded outward at an extremely fast speed, and soon enveloped the space around him.

This light condensed into the shape of a fiery red broadsword, and with the power of this thousand jun, it slashed down towards the top of Li Mu's head! In an instant, it came to Li Mu's eyes.

It's been a long time, but it's only a few breaths away.

As early as when Wang Tieqiao finished speaking, Li Mu was ready to take a defensive posture.

Seeing that Wang Tieqiao jumped high, Li Mu knew that with his own defensive ability, he might not be able to take his blow head-on. So he chose to avoid it.

The strong true qi was instantly injected into the soles of his feet, and Li Mu ran to chase the wind, narrowly avoiding Wang Tieqiao's blow.

A few strands of broken hair fell to the ground, Li Mu turned his head and looked behind him.

Wang Tieqiao's light knife slashed hard into the ring, making a loud noise. But the seemingly fragile wooden ring was only shaken without any damage.

Li Mu pulled out the evil sword he was carrying behind him, and tentatively stabbed at Wang Tieqiao on the ground. This sword stabbing was extremely perfunctory, he didn't even infuse his true qi, let alone use the stinging bee sword technique.

Li Muping's unremarkable sword stabbed in front of the man's body, and when he was about to stab him, he rolled down and dodged.

Li Mu didn't give up, and followed with a fluttering sword, Wang Tieqiao still didn't fight back, and rolled again in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding this stab.

There was a commotion from the audience watching the battle.

Li Mu looked at Wang Tieqiao, who was kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath, a little strange, and didn't understand why he was so vulnerable, as if he was seriously injured after the blow just now.

Although Li Mu was strange in his heart, the movements in his hands did not stop. His footsteps moved slightly, and he stabbed with a sword.

This time, Wang Tieqiao seemed to have lost all his strength, but he was no longer able to dodge.

The tip of Li Mu's sword was pressed against his throat, Wang Tieqiao's face was dripping with sweat, and he said astringently: "I admit defeat." ”

Li Mu asked curiously, "Senior Brother Wang, what's wrong?"

That Wang Tieqiao's face turned red, and he said hesitantly: "Senior brother, you don't need to ask, I think I am not as good as others in this competition, and you won." With that, he stumbled down the wooden platform and walked out of the crowd.

The crowd in the audience was also inexplicable and didn't know what was going on.

Li Mu remembered his face of forbearance and pain, and wondered in his heart if this person should have used too much force just now and shocked himself.

However, since he had won so easily, he was also happy to do so, and after the Huafan disciple announced his victory, he stepped out of the ring.

Someone couldn't help but ask the Huafan disciple, "This senior uncle, what happened in the competition just now, why did Wang Tieqiao become so unbearable under the blow?"

The young disciple in the white robe didn't have much of a stand, and replied lightly: "The qi in his body is disordered, and the two qi of true qi and spiritual qi are mixed. If my expectations are not bad, before this person came here, most of them rashly absorbed too much spiritual energy, but did not complete the refining, and suddenly used the true qi, causing a conflict between the two qi, which caused him to be seriously injured directly. ”

There was a sudden look in everyone's eyes, and then they all secretly laughed at this big man for being so reckless, and he even forgot such a simple taboo. No wonder he hurried to the competition, but he was still late.

Li Mu also heard the explanation of this mortal disciple on the side, and couldn't help but cry and laugh. Didn't he make such a mistake before? And at that time, he only invoked a little true qi, and he was met with a huge backlash. Although the true qi and aura in Wang Tieqiao's body could not be the same as him, it was reasonable to suddenly use the kind of move that required a large amount of true qi at a glance, and he was seriously injured by the backlash, and he could no longer fight.

After figuring out the reason for the matter, the people on the side all let out gloating laughter, and they all sighed that Li Mu had taken the **** luck and was able to meet such a strange opponent.

Li Mu ignored the stares and pointing of these people, and walked towards the nearest ring.

He walked to the nearest ring, stood at the edge of the crowd, and looked up.

The two of them in the ring were both young disciples in gray robes, one made a sword and the other used a knife, at this time they were fighting back and forth in full swing, Li Mu observed the ups and downs of their true qi, and judged that both of them were disciples in the late congenital stage. And seeing that they are fighting inseparably and no one can take advantage, it is not easy to estimate who wants to win. In the end, it depends on who has the most abundant true qi.

He found that it was difficult for the two to distinguish the winner for a while, and the strength of the exercises was only mediocre, so he didn't look any more and walked towards another ring.

Half an hour later, Li Mu looked at all the battles in the remaining eleven rings, and found nothing that was enough to threaten his existence. The disciples who played in the first round didn't seem to have much difference in strength, except for his group that ended early because of an accident on the enemy's part, the rest of the ring was evenly matched.

Those old disciples fought it, but there were no casualties.

In this way, half an hour later, all the battles in the first round of the ring were all finished, and three of them chose to admit defeat because of internal weakness, which shows the "fierceness" of this competition.

In order to observe the situation of his enemy, Li Mu did not go back directly, otherwise if he continued to fight according to this situation, I am afraid that he would only be able to barely complete this first elimination selection at the end of the day today.

The disciples who came on the second and third rounds also didn't have any notable people, they were all old disciples who knew each other well, and most of them knew each other, so they were all semi-formalized exchanges. As for how much strength the parties used to compete, no one knows.

Li Mu watched it one after another, but he also learned some practical experience, so he didn't feel bored, and still watched these opponents of equal strength come and go, fighting endlessly.

Two hours later, when the fourth round of disciples came on the field, there was finally a group of two-person duels, which attracted everyone's attention.

There is no other reason, but because one of them is the famous "Iron Hook Envoy" Ding Qi.

Li Mu naturally had to take a good look at one of his main opponents, so he found a position at the front and waited for the start of his competition with peace of mind.

After a while, Li Mu heard a burst of discussion, and then saw the crowd parting left and right, and out of it came a tall and thin young man who looked like a bamboo pole, about thirty years old, with a small finger-thick iron chain wrapped around his right hand, one end of the chain was dragged to the ground, and three sharp hooks with silver light were flashing with cold light. This person's face was like dead wood, and his face was expressionless, wasn't it the person who went to his residence with Bai Yuxuan, the Yin Xianggong, that day and informed him to participate in the innate martial arts? Li Mu suddenly realized that this person could be in the same column as Bai Yuxuan, and it was indeed the famous iron hook envoy.

This person came to the disciple of Nahuafan, put the bamboo skewer with his number written on it on the table, closed his eyes, and waited for his opponent without saying a word.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man of medium size and calm eyes to divide the crowd and walk over.

This person's face was extremely ordinary, and after walking in front of the disciple and putting down his bamboo stick, he nodded to Ding Qi, who had opened his eyes beside him, and walked directly to the ring.

Ding Qi still had the same expressionless appearance, followed him, and also walked into the ring.

After the two of them walked into the ring and stood still, the Huafan disciple on the ground said lightly: "Let's start." ”

The middle-aged man seemed to recognize Ding Qi, and he arched his hand and said: "Senior brother is not talented, lead Senior Brother Ding to make high moves." The tone was very calm, and there was no fear at all. It seems that this middle-aged man should also be confident that he can compete with Ding Qi.

Ding Qi didn't speak, and as soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he raised his right hand, waved the iron hook in his hand, and quickly attacked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took out a soft sword more than three feet long out of nowhere, and prepared to parry Ding Qi's attack with a serious face.

The figures of the two were separated by a touch, and after swapping places, Na Dingqi stood still and looked at the middle-aged man.

The man's figure trembled slightly, and a moment later, the soft sword in his hand shattered and turned into a puff of powder. Immediately afterward, blood suddenly flowed from his mouth, and then he collapsed and fell to the ground.

Under the ring, the Huafan disciple, who had never been interested in the comparison, raised his head and took a deep look at Ding Qi, who was expressionless.

In the eyes of everyone in awe, Ding Qi stepped out of the ring. A disciple who was in charge of treating the injured had already run up to the stage and was relieved to find that the middle-aged man had only suffered internal injuries but was not in danger of life.