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After the first round of competition, 36 people were eliminated directly, and the next second round of competition was much faster.

In the second round, Monk 1 and Monk 3, Monk 6 and 7, 9 and 11, Monk 13 and 15, Monk 17 and 19......

The winners of the first round, from front to back, and so on.

In the second round of the competition, Zhang Yang met an elderly senior brother, this old brother's talisman seemed to be consumed in the first round of the competition, and Zhang Yang was full of intermediate talismans, and the primary talismans he got from several seized storage bags were all treated by him as sundries in Huoyun City......

The two of them each controlled the two flying swords and fought happily, but it seemed that in order not to damage the magic weapons, they did not use the full power of the magic weapons, but cast spells to fight.

You have a fire snake technique, I have a fire snake technique, and the fight is also very happy.

In this way, it became a war of attrition of mana, both of them were monks of the ninth layer of qi training, and the old monk chose to admit defeat after seeing Zhang Yang take out a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, hold it in his hand and perform the fire snake technique while recovering his mana.

He has already won the first round of the competition, and the quota of the Little Spirit Realm has basically been obtained, and he also knows that he is unable to compete for the top three Tsukidan, so he can see it.

Seven months later, risking his life to break into the small spiritual realm, try his luck, and whether he can collect the elixir of refining the Zhuji Dan, so as to exchange it with the Huàn Zhuji Dan and try to build the foundation, is the only wish of the old monk.

Once he misses this opportunity, when he gets older, even if he has Tsukidan, he will not be able to build a foundation.

In this competition, Zhang Yang's odds were directly opened to ten to one, and the old man's odds were one to one, Zhang Yang bet two hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and only earned twenty spirit stones.

As for the little monk Fan Fan, Chu Lan'er, and Yu Jingjing, the three of them could only watch, and they were powerless, and each of them only had two medium-grade spirit stones in their hands.

However, Zhang Yang's performance in the first round was lackluster, so that with the odds of one out of ten, not many disciples bet, for fear that one would accidentally overturn in the gutter and catch the spirit stone.

I have to say that Uncle Zhao, who is sitting in the village, still has some means.

In the second round, after the competition of 36 people, 18 people were eliminated.

The eighteen people who entered the second round were mostly people with some means.

In the third round, Monk No. 3 and Monk No. 6, No. 11 and No. 15, No. 17 and No. 23...... Again, and so on.

No. 3 is the beautiful female monk, the inner disciple, and the senior sister Wen.

In the last round of the competition, this senior sister Wen still won by controlling three top-level flying swords at the same time, and in this round, she met another inner disciple.

Monk No. 6 is a young monk who wears high-grade vestments.

According to the little monk Fan Fan, this young monk's name was Wu Zhong, and he was a monk with two spiritual roots, and he came from a small family of immortal cultivators. Although the qualifications are better than Senior Sister Wen, a monk with three spiritual roots, the two of them are afraid that Senior Sister Wen's victory rate will be above seven or eighty percent.

Because the Wen family, a cultivator family from Senior Sister Wen, has several monks in the foundation building period, as well as a family territory and a market, and is rich.

Looking at the odds of the two, you can know that the third is still ten to one, and the sixth is one to two.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised, Monk Fan Fan had heard a lot of news in the past two years, for example, the inner disciples in the late stage of Qi cultivation had a bottle of high-grade pills in the Qi training period every month, and the types of pills were also different, in case of the resistance of the pills, within ten years, they could basically advance to the ninth level of Qi training.

For another example, the outer disciples in the late stage of Qi cultivation can also receive two top-level magic weapons from the sect, one attack and one defense, etc., but there are still only ten spirit stones per month.

However, Zhang Yang, an inner disciple, has far less understanding of the sect than Fan Fan, a little monk.

In the ring, Senior Sister Wen and Wu Zhong started to move, this time Senior Sister Wen did not sacrifice the flying sword, but slapped the storage bag, and a red light flashed out of it.

Wu Zhong directly sacrificed the three-mouth flying sword, obviously he was also a man with excellent divine sense, and most of the people who entered the third round of the competition were already strong among the disciples of the ninth layer of qi training.

I saw Senior Sister Wen stretch out her hand a little, and under the mana, Zhu Aya, who was more than a short length, suddenly burst into red light, extremely dazzling, and actually entangled the flying swords that shot from the three mouths in turn.

Among Zhu Aya, the three flying swords could be faintly seen beating constantly, but they couldn't break free.

This is an auxiliary magic weapon, which can trap people and other monks, and can trap three top-level flying swords at the same time, which is very terrifying.

Senior Sister Wen smiled skillfully, and took out two flying swords from the storage bag and shot them towards Wu Zhong.

"The junior brother admits defeat. Wu Zhong smiled bitterly and admitted defeat loudly, although his qualifications of the double spirit root were better than this senior sister, but his net worth was far inferior, looking at the senior sister's Zhu Aya magic weapon, he knew that it was far above the ordinary top-level magic weapon, which was all priceless and market-saving, and was collected by one by one Xiuxian family.

Next, the eleventh monk and the fifteenth monk were lackluster, each of them controlled three flying swords, and they were both monks with excellent divine sense, either they had taken the nourishing pill, or they were proficient in alchemy, refining, talisman making, etc., and condensed and enhanced their divine consciousness in addition to alchemy.

The six flying swords were fighting happily in the air, and the two monks also put together the talismans, and finally the eleventh monk won with the fire snake talisman.

After the two competed, they were Monk No. 17 and Monk No. 23.

Monk No. 17 is none other than Zhang Yang.

However, the odds for the two are very different.

"One to three on the seventeenth, and one to one on the twenty-third. ”

Zhang Yang did not go on stage, nor did he place a bet, but looked into the ring, only to see that Monk No. 23 was already standing there, it was a middle-aged monk.

This middle-aged monk was more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles on his body, and the fiery red Taoist robe of the outer disciple was worn on his body, making him look very small.

This person's previous two rounds of competition, Zhang Yang has seen it, but it is not bad, this person is a physical cultivation monk, and he has a giant sword magic weapon about two palms wide and more than half a zhang long, which is invincible with it.

This person is only afraid of thousands of catties by his strength alone, and the power of an instant explosion is only nearly 10,000 catties!

The power of thousands of catties or even nearly 10,000 catties, even a monk can't ignore it, not to mention that this kind of power is even better when combined with magic weapons.

Monk No. 23 easily won the first two competitions with his extraordinary strength and giant sword magic weapon, and it was difficult for ordinary top-level magic weapon flying swords to compete, and a few blows were a situation where the power was greatly damaged.

Due to Zhang Yang's lackluster performance in the previous two rounds of competition, and the odds of one to three, all the disciples did not bet on him, and some wealthy monks instead bet on the twenty-third of ten to one.

Zhang Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, leading Fan Fan to the little monk, Chu Lan'er, and Yu Jingjing to bet on himself, he bet on two hundred and twenty medium-grade spirit stones, and the latter three were suspicious and each bet on two medium-grade spirit stones.

Zhang Yang jumped into the ring, and before he could speak, the middle-aged monk with an extremely oppressive body on the opposite side grinned: "Please advise!"

After finishing speaking, he reached out and touched the storage bag, and a fiery red giant sword about two palms wide and more than half a zhang long appeared in his hand, and his feet kicked on the platform, and his body swept up like a cheetah, and bullied Zhang Yang.

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