Forty monks rushed up and entered their respective rings. The monks who had come into the ring greeted each other very politely. is on the stage, but it represents the façade of the sect, even if there is any gap between the two sects in the audience, no matter how big the hatred is in private, it will not lose face because of these small issues. After the monks in the ring bowed their hands, some of them looked solemn and immediately offered their magic weapons, and some of them stood empty-handed with relaxed faces.

With the sound of gongs and drums, the referees of the twenty rings gave an order at the same time, and the formation separating the players in the ring was suddenly opened, and all the players in the ring attacked almost at the same time. There are those who use spells, those who control flying swords, those who use imperial envoy formations, and those who pounce on them fittingly.

Fights between monks often ended very quickly, and it didn't take long for the two monks in Ring Six to decide the winner. The victorious monk is a sword cultivator who advances to the next round. Sword cultivation is recognized by everyone as the killer in the early stage, the sword is the king of a hundred weapons, the sword technique has always been known for its sharp attacks, most of the sword cultivation is to attack instead of defending, and the lethality of any other type of monk in the early stage is difficult to compare with sword cultivation, which is also one of the reasons why the monk chooses to cultivate the sword the most. Not long after the winner of the No. 6 ring was decided, all the rings in the first round were also decided.

The battle between these monks also opened Zhou Fuyao's eyes, many attacks that he had not seen before made him feel that he benefited a lot, and many attacks that he couldn't do in his opinion were also done by these monks with unbelievable methods, which made his eyes shine, it turned out that he could still attack like this.

After the end of the first round. The second round players quickly took to the court to start the second round.

"I went first, and now it's time for my piece of gold to shine. The winner touched his huge belly. stood up slowly, and said to Zhou Fuyao with a smile.

"Third brother. You're lucky!" Zhou Fuyao suddenly said with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong!" Win looked puzzled.

"Your opponent is probably the Peony Fairy!" Zhou Fuyao pointed to the Peony Fairy who appeared at the door of the Oiran faction box over there, and said with a strange face to the winner.

The three of Wins, Wins, and Wins looked at the box where the Oiran faction was located, and sure enough, the peony fairy was leaving the Oiran faction box and heading towards the ring.

"Haha...... Today is indeed my lucky day to win, fate is destined!" The winner was stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic. This peony fairy is in a group with him, and now he must be playing because he also won the No. 1 lottery.

"Third brother, you're not going to admit defeat directly, are you?" Ying Cheng looked at Ying Cheng with a lewd and slightly underbeaten expression, and asked with a little bad taste.

"I guess this fat man must have thought so in his heart, he is lucky today. Look at his virtue, a typical forgetfulness of friends! For the peony in his heart, he will do all kinds of stupid things. Ying Yu patted the big belly of Ying Xiang a few times with the folding fan in his hand and continued to tease.

"Brother went, wait for Peony to wait. The winner looked at the peony who had already entered the ring, and flew straight to the ring lightly.

On the other side of the audience, Ying Zichen and Ying Qingwu were looking at the ring where the Peony Fairy was. Ying Qingwu has always wondered how this Ying Zichen could be so interested in such an entertaining woman, such a woman is not worthy of Ying Zichen in his eyes. Ying Zichen is the owner of the special spirit body Xuanyin Spirit Body. The qualifications are top-notch, and the disciples who are focused on cultivating by the Spirit Hall of the Witch Palace have an unlimited future. This so-called Peony Fairy is just an ordinary disciple of a first-class sect, although it is a performance but not a body. But a woman who can't even squeeze into the talent list is always not on the stage. There are many women in the world who are better than the peony fairy, and the appearance of the peony fairy is more beautiful than this peony fairy in the spiritual hall where they usually belong. There are many women who are also higher in cultivation.

"Damn, Peony's opponent is actually that dead fat man!" Ying Zichen clenched his fists. The green tendons on the back of his hand rose up like a dragon, and he watched the winning goods float into the ring where Peony was with a smile on his face.

Ying Qingwu looked at Ying Zichen's appearance. Secretly shook his head, as Ying Zichen's playmate since childhood, a good brother, he rarely saw such a gaffe Ying Zichen, it was like a demon possessed, completely changed a person, in fact, he hoped that Ying Zichen could pursue the peony and let Ying Zichen get rid of this unequal relationship.

On the ring, the peony fairy looked at the fat man with a complicated expression, standing on the opposite side of the ring, and waved to her stupidly. She never imagined that there were forty groups in total, and the two would be divided into the same group!

"Is this fate?"

This made the peony fairy's heart faintly shaken a little, could it be that he was really fated with this fat and inhuman-shaped winner? Peony was in a thousand confusions at this time, how messy he was, how messy he was. Although the monk walks against the sky, he is also the most particular about luck. This luck can't help but be thought about.

"Peony, don't leave your hands behind for a while, just do your best. The fat man said to Peony with a smile. It also pulled the peony back to reality from the chaotic thoughts.

The peony fairy looked at the winning goods and nodded, and said, "Sanshao, I won't keep my hand!"

The fat man nodded, with a smile on his face, but he stared at the peony with blazing eyes.

Peony touched his face, which was slightly hot from being stared at by the winning goods, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart. She needs to win, she needs to prove herself so she doesn't become a plaything. Although the Oiran Sect is the top on their planet, the planet they are on is a small planet with poor resources, and in the entire mortal realm, the Oiran Sect can only be regarded as the top of the second-rate sects. This is also because the Oiran sect is inextricably linked with other top sects: the female disciples of the Oiran sect are outstanding, and most of them are matchmakers and elders who marry stronger forces. The Oiran faction also relied on this trick, and this was the only way to grow into a second-rate top sect on that poor planet.

Peony, on the other hand, is bent on finding a man she likes, but how difficult it is to control her own destiny, so she also wants to prove her worth by trying to compete in the ring, so that the elders of the sect can respect her choice.

In the sound of gongs and drums, the referee in the ring removed the formation that separated the winner and the peony.

As soon as the formation was withdrawn, the red silk wrapped around the peony's arm came out of his hand, like a spirit snake in the air flexibly turning in a circle, towards the winning roll.

Winner raised his arms and flicked the index fingers of both hands forward, and the two sparks popped out of his fingertips, turning into two roaring fire dragons in mid-air, crashing into Red Aya.

This fire dragon is the ordinary flame of Zhenyuan, although the appearance is hideous, but the power is not very good, and the red silk is obviously a magic weapon that has been specially treated, and it is not afraid of this ordinary flame, and directly smashed the two fire dragons into sparks, and they fell down one after another, which is very good-looking.

When the red silk arrived in front of the winner, it was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...... It spread out like a roll, and the entire ring was instantly occupied by red silk, which suddenly closed together and rolled towards the winning goods, and the figure of the peony also disappeared between these red silks.

A sharp sword appeared in the winner's hand, injected into the true yuan, and a sword light came out of the body. The winner swung his sword and slashed at the red silk that had rolled in. The red silk that was close to the winner's body was all cut off by this sword, but the red silk still rolled towards the winner endlessly. The long sword in the winner's hand danced into a ball of silver light, and the red silk around him that was close to him was directly cut off by him, and the broken red silk fluttered and fell to the ground, and began to slowly pile up. Although Ying Qian majored in boxing, it did not mean that his swordsmanship was very poor, because it was the rule of the Witch Palace to choose a swordsmanship. Although the winner did not comprehend the sword intent, but he comprehended the fist intent, the intention was all figured out, and this intention could be brought into play with the sword, but it was not as powerful as the fist, but it was more than enough to deal with this red silk.

Winning his eyes rolled and did not forget to look at the situation around him vigilantly, he knew that Peony must be waiting for the right time. But the red silk alone couldn't let him show his flaws. He was thinking about whether to directly expose a flaw and let Peony make a move. As soon as the idea of winning the goods came up, he suddenly found that the pieces of red silk that fell on the ground suddenly floated up again, turning into fiery red butterflies in the air, and then thousands of butterflies flew together. These fiery red butterflies turned into strange streamers, and the fiery red light behind their tails was extremely fast.

"What is this!" Although it was the first time for Ying Xiang to see such a beautiful thing, he was a little vigilant in his heart. Although he wants to lose, he can't lose too ugly, and he can't lose face in front of the girl he likes.

Outside the court, Zhou Fuyao, Ying Cheng, and Ying Yu looked at the red silk covered in the ring, and they were also curious.

"What is this fat man doing, is he confessing!" Ying Yu frowned and looked at the ring as if there was no movement.

"Maybe, you can see the red silk dancing all over the audience, it's very beautiful, it's a good place to talk about love!" Ying Cheng said with a rare joke.

"This dead fat man must not bear to do it, otherwise, this little red silk alone will not be able to trap him. Ying Yu said in an affirmative tone.

"Needless to say, the third brother must not be ruthless, he is a wonderful person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade. Zhou Fuyao said on the side. Although he has been with several people for a short time, they are also brothers, who have fought, and who have been born and died, and they already understand the temper and character of several people.

"This dead fat man, I don't know if he will come up with any new ideas?" Win Yu is not optimistic about the matter of the fat man's pursuit of peonies, but this dead fat man likes peonies so much, then he will definitely support them to the end.

"It seems that something new has changed. Ying Cheng, who had been staring at the ring, reminded at this time. Zhou Fuyao and Ying Yu also looked intently. (To be continued......)