As soon as the old man in the green robe finished speaking, the blue-clothed monk next to him immediately took out ten pairs of bamboo sticks from the wooden box in front of him, and placed them on the desk next to him, and then said to the monks in the audience: "Now, announce the ten groups of opponents in the first round of the first game, which number I read, and the monks corresponding to this number, please come to the stage and prepare!"

"No. 1 ring, No. 72 vs. No. 111!"

"Ring No. 2, No. 35 vs. No. 43!"

"Ring Three, Fifty-Seven vs. Two Hundred and Three!"

"Ring 4, Ring 65 vs. ......"

In the blink of an eye, the blue-clothed monk had finished all ten sets of numbers in the first round of the first game.

Every time he recited a set of numbers, two monks below would jump into the ring with solemn faces, and they would clasp their fists in a fist salute before standing quietly in the ring and waiting.

And standing next to Wang Li, holding the small token with a nervous face and staring at Wen Ruoxuan on the stage, after the blue-clothed monk finished reading the first round of numbers, and heard that he did not win the first round, his face suddenly relaxed, patted his little chest, and muttered in his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't draw this girl in the first round."

Wang Li, who was also not drawn next to him, heard this, and immediately said lightly: "Is Miss Wen afraid of going to the ring now?

After Wen Ruoxuan heard this, the corners of her lips immediately curled, and she said angrily: "Hmph, this girl is not afraid of going to the ring, I just don't want to go up in the first round, let's see how others fight below."

"It's good that Miss Wen can think like this." Hearing this, Wang Li replied casually, and then their eyes narrowed slightly, carefully observing the ten groups of monks in the ring.

In this first game, the number of Wang Li and Wen Ruoxuan was not drawn, so they were also at ease, and they could take advantage of this to observe the strength of the other monks.

At this time, all the monks in the ten rings had already been prepared, and the old man in the green robe who was standing on the edge of the ring saw this, looked around, and then said: "All the monks in the ring are ready, the first round of martial arts fights will start now!

As soon as the old man in the green robe finished speaking, all the monks in the ten rings instantly fought with their respective opponents, and each of them took out a desperate posture, using various tricks to press the bottom of the box, and fiercely attacked the opponent.

Wang Li, who was in the audience, saw that the monks above were already fighting together, and immediately raised his mind and watched carefully.

At this time, in the No. 1 ring, a young man in a purple robe on the left, with a high-grade magic sword that looked of excellent quality, flew to the top of the head of a man in a green suit opposite him and quickly slashed down.

And the man in the power suit was not afraid, he raised a high-grade magic shield and blocked it towards the magic sword, holding a treasure in the palm of his hand, and was looking for an opportunity to hit the purple-robed youth.

In the second ring, a sharp-faced monk was blocking a medium-grade magic shield in front of him, and with his ten fingers linked, he quickly unleashed several earth-metal spells, striking an old man with gray hair opposite him.

This gray-haired old man, who seemed to be very experienced in fighting, used several tricks in a row to defuse all the spell attacks of the sharp-faced monk, and carried a magic sword, and quickly rushed towards the sharp-faced monk.

When the sharp-faced monk saw the old man rushing over, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said: "Senior Lin, I admit that I can't fight you, but at your age, it's almost impossible to build a foundation successfully, it's better to let me win this competition, I owe you a great favor in this life, how?" The sharp-faced monk actually said such a thing in front of the battle.

But when the gray-haired old man heard this, he smiled coldly and said: "The old man began to practice at the age of ten to ask that immortal life, and only cultivated to the late stage of qi refining at the age of forty, and only earned the spirit stone to buy the quota of the spirit pool at the age of seventy.

The monks in the audience saw the old man's persistent appearance, but they all sighed and shook their heads, not optimistic that this old man can successfully build the foundation, but also greatly admired the perseverance of the old man, and wanted to impact the foundation building realm at such an age, this old man seems to belong to the kind of monk who has a very tough heart of cultivation.

Wang Li looked at the old man and shook his head, and was about to turn his head to look at the third ring, however, at this moment, a monk's scream suddenly came from the field!

I saw that in the ring on the fifth, a grayfriar flew down from the ring with blood in his mouth, and his chest collapsed, as if his sternum had been shattered.

At this time, on the fifth ring, there was a red-haired strong man with a hideous face, a burly body, very strong muscles, and a pair of golden fist gloves on both hands.

When the red-haired man saw the gray-clothed monk falling, he immediately clapped his hands and said proudly: "Hmph!

After speaking, he turned to the group of Spirit Puppet Sect monks on the edge of the ring and said, "Fellow Daoists, I am number eighty-seven." When the blue-clothed monk heard this, he nodded slightly to the strong man, and casually threw the strong man's No. 87 bamboo stick into an empty box next to him.

Seeing that this strong man was so strong, the monks in the audience turned solemn one after another, as if they had been shocked by this strong man, and prayed not to face this strong man.

And a monk standing not far from Wang Li seemed to know this strong man, and whispered to everyone: "This person comes from a family of cultivators who specialize in forging bodies in the west of Taiman, and he has achieved the true inheritance of the family in a forging technique, and his strength is very strong, and he is usually very domineering, and he is very cruel when fighting with others, which is not easy to mess with."

Hearing this person say this, Wang Li smiled slightly, and didn't pay much attention to the strong man, because just now Wang Li asked the chip to scan this strong man who specializes in forging the body, and found that his physique was only fifty points, far lower than Wang Li's more than sixty points, even against this person, Wang Li was sure to defeat him.

Wang Li then watched for a while, and found that the level of the monks fighting in the ring seemed to him to be average, and there was no threat to him, so he was not interested in watching it for a while, so he simply found a place to close his eyes and meditate, but Wen Ruoxuan was very interested, and sometimes shouted, so unhappy.

After a while, the first round of fighting was completed, followed by several rounds of fighting, and it was not until the seventh round that Wang Li was drawn to play.

However, as soon as Wang Li stepped into the ring, a white-faced purple-robed young man opposite him said to Wang Li with a proud face: "Boy, get down immediately, lest I make a move, otherwise, this son will kill you by mistake, don't regret it." The indescribable arrogance in his tone was very similar to Wei Lan who died in the hands of Wang Li last time.

When Wang Li heard this, he didn't laugh angrily on his face, looked the white-faced young man up and down, and then said coldly: "It's really arrogant, the last person who spoke to me in your tone has already turned to ashes!"