At this time, there were two matchups that caught Wang Xian's attention. One is an elegant young man in white, the golden sword wielded in his hand is a high-grade spiritual weapon, the exercises are pure and thick, the swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, and the body is chic and free.

The other is a fierce middle-aged man in a black robe, tall, with short hair and a round face, a fierce demeanor, a pair of high-grade spiritual weapons sledgehammers in his hands, and his whole body dances like a black whirlwind, with a whining roar, and the hammer wind has blown on the opponent from time to time, and the opponent's robe has been torn in several places, obviously suffering several internal injuries. The strength of these two people was able to achieve a strong victory in less than half a pillar of incense, which impressed Wang Xian.

Sure enough, after another moment, the elegant young man in white knocked away the opponent's golden sword, forced the sword on the opponent's neck, and the opponent raised his hands and shook it with a pale face, signaling to admit defeat. The adjudicator sent a voice to the ears of each of the monks of the same group: "Two hundred and seven victories over eighty-nine." ”

The white-clothed young man clasped his fists and saluted the ruling monk in the air, and the two opened the light curtain at the same time, and the white-clothed youth returned to the group, and the opponent retreated to the sidelines and left without mentioning it. This young man in white became the first person to decide the winner and return to the group, and he was obviously strong in the group, so he naturally won the envy of the monks in the same group, and many monks approached him to greet him politely.

I just saw the young monk in white come back, and then a scream came from the field. I saw that the round-faced black-robed monk hit one of his opponent's legs with a hammer, and the leg was suddenly broken, and the place where it was hit turned into a piece of broken bones and flesh and fell to the ground. Even if this broken leg is reconnected, it will be shortened in the future.

The monk fell to the ground, enduring the pain, groaning, and looking rather miserable. The round-faced, black-robed monk smiled proudly and shook his head with a look of disdain. At this time, another transmission came, "One hundred and thirty-seven defeated two hundred and twenty-five", the black-robed monk came out of the light curtain and swaggered back to the group, and the opponent was carried off the field by the Huatian Sect monk for treatment.

Wang Xian shook his head, the black-robed monk was strong, obviously higher than the opponent, he could completely win by lightly injuring the opponent, seriously injuring the opponent in such a short period of time, it was obviously in Liwei. Taking the lead can make the opponent who is facing later frightened and surrender as soon as possible, saving time and effort.

It's just that his methods are too spicy, which makes Wang Xian quite disliked. The man returned to the group and glanced around, but the monks in the same group took two steps away. Most people secretly exclaimed in their hearts, don't let yourself draw this person to the right.

As more and more monks left the field, and when the half hour was approaching, only thirteen of them were still fighting, but it was clear that one side had the upper hand in eight games, and the other five were evenly matched, and no one could help anyone.

At the end of the half-hour, the adjudicator announced the number of the eight winners and losers in which one side had the upper hand, four of the five draws were tied, and in one case, a monk was awarded a loss because his opponent's weapon had a visible sword mark cut by his opponent.

After the adjudicator announced the results of the first batch of competitions, he immediately announced the start of the second batch of competitions. Everyone had already prepared and entered the venue one after another, and Wang Xian also rushed to the field. I saw that the opponent was a young man in Xuanyi of medium stature, holding a golden sword with a spiritual weapon, and his face was expressionless.

Wang Xian is also holding a high-grade spiritual weapon golden sword this time, which is the most common magic weapon in today's competition in the same group.

It stands to reason that there are not so many people who usually have high-grade spiritual weapons, but I think that for this competition, even if everyone does not have a high-grade spiritual weapon, they must find someone they know to borrow one. The cultivation realm completely relied on cultivation alone, and there were only a few people who were isolated from others after all. The two sides clasped their fists and saluted, and without saying much, they each held their swords and fought.

Wang Xian soon discovered that although the cultivation was the same, the exercises and swordsmanship were indeed slightly inferior to the other party. Although this was expected, Wang Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but he was not slow at all, and a low-level mid-grade golden whip talisman was waved out casually.

The opponent saw that he had a slight upper hand, and his spirit was lifted, and he planned to do his best to strive for a quick victory, but who knew that Wang first waved a golden whip talisman, and the situation became different. It doesn't take much spiritual power to cast this talisman, but it can't be careless. In a short period of time, it was equivalent to two mid-stage Qi refining cultivators attacking, and the opponent's advantage immediately came to naught, and his body was dignified to deal with it with all his might.

Wang Xian's plan was to try not to show his low-key promotion at the beginning, after all, there were several battles in the future. In this way, Wang Xian quickly dragged the fight to the end. There was no victory for half an hour, neither side inflicted the slightest damage on the other, and the adjudicator had no choice but to award a draw.

Wang first knew that the monk who sentenced the draw today would have to stagger the make-up match in the last game, and if there was a draw, it would be considered a promotion. This is also to prevent someone from deliberately releasing water in case they meet acquaintances, after all, there are far fewer chances of encountering acquaintances in the lottery twice a day.

Both returned to the group, and the monks in the audience sighed for their good fortune. The fighting strength of these two people shows the level of the middle and lower reaches, and it is not bad to be able to meet together and get half of the chances of advancing in the first round unscathed.

In the next few rounds of fighting, seven or eight more people attracted Wang Xian's attention, and they all had an obvious commonality, strong exercises, unique weapons, high-grade magic weapons, mostly high-grade spiritual weapons, and three people also had low-level mysterious weapons. Two or three of them were very unique, which impressed Wang Xian.

There is a person who is like electricity, and his speed is extremely fast, which makes people unguardable, and it is already the same as the speed of a monk at the end of Qi refining;

The tricks of these people opened Wang Xian's eyes, and he sighed that the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the cultivation realm, even among the monks of the same level, were many masters, and they should not be underestimated.

The first ten batches of the first round were finished after five and a half hours, and each group had a total of more than 800 draws, and these people had to stagger the draw and play an extra game in each group. In Wang Xian's mid-stage Qi refining group, there were one hundred and two people who were drawn, and fifty-six people who staggered and rematched.

After Wang Xian heard the news of the ruling monk, he quickly rushed to the fourteenth column of the eighth row. I saw a white-robed female monk opposite, because of her cultivation, she had a beautiful face, fair complexion, slender and thin, and she was a lot smaller than Wang Xian. She held a milky white long sword with a high-grade spiritual weapon, and looked like a little fairy in white.