With the "start" of the Zongpao elder, all the audience disciples in the audience began to shout and sway.

The enthusiasm of the group is high, because this is a rare event once in a few years.

"Next, the referee elder will issue battle nameplates to the disciples of each sect participating in the battle!"

"The nameplate has your number and name on it! According to your number, you will hold a point system in the first round! There are a total of forty participating disciples!"

"One point for a win, zero points for a draw, one point for a loss!"

"Each person has a total of twenty competitions! The top ten disciples can enter the next round - the preliminary battle!"

The Zongpao Elder was on the high platform, talking to the audience disciples and participating disciples below, and at this time, the famous brand of participating in the battle had already fallen into Fang Hao's hands.

After an elder referee handed him the nameplate, Fang Hao looked at it, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Number twenty-eighth?"

Fang Hao took his nameplate and flipped it silently, the nameplate was black all over, and the material was very ordinary.

He glanced at Yun Shaoyang and Zangtian's nameplates No. 2 and No. 6. Fang Hao didn't care, maybe this was the number of their last ranking.

In the points competition, it is impossible for disciples of the same sect to meet, of course, this is also to avoid cheating. And in the same way, the so-called Great Comparison of the Three Sects is the exchange between different sects.

So twenty rounds of challenges each. It just so happened that the disciples of the various sects had basically gone through it.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Now, start the first battle of the first round!"

"Tianyun Sect's No. 20 vs. Tianyu Sect's No. 31! battle - begin!"

As the tallest elder sitting in the referee's seat spoke, his heavy voice enveloped the entire Battle Star Stage.

"Be careful, brother..."

Yun Shaoyang tilted his head and said to a disciple who stood up behind him.

"Okay! Thank you for the reminder!"

With that, the disciple took a step forward, and in a few steps, he jumped onto the Battle Star Platform.

Moment!

There were two more people on the Battlestar Stage.

The sun shone on the empty battle star platform, pulling the two figures long.

There were bursts of shouts from below the audience, and some even had flexible brains and began to play spirit stone bets. At this time, the shouts were crazy, lingering around.

Fang Hao's gaze fell on the two people on the Battle Star Platform, and his sensing power had now increased one step further, and he analyzed the strength of the two people at once.

The strength of the two of them was almost around the early stage of Qi Cultivation Ninefold, but the disciple of the Heavenly Feather Sect had a relatively solid cultivation, and although he couldn't see who would win or lose in the end, he could still guess a rough idea.

"Senior Brother Yun, who of the two disciples on the field will win?"

Zangtian asked jokingly beside him.

"Should it be a disciple of this sect? I believe in the strength of my disciple of this sect... I won't be disappointed too much...."

Yun Shaoyang said without hesitation, he smiled slightly, and then didn't care much.

"Brother Fang, what about you?"

Zangtian tilted his head and asked Fang Hao.

"Hehe, almost, whoever is a little more lucky will win..."

Fang Hao's expression was a little casual, and after that, he closed his eyes in the noise.

The battle on the field was still continuing, and as expected, Fang Hao had expected.

Because the aura in the young dantian of the Tianyu Sect was very solid, the Tianyun Sect fought very hard, but relying on his previous experience, the two were still on par.

They didn't use weapons, they just bumped each other with flesh fists, and looking at that posture, it was simply to conquer each other by brute force.

Finally, it was still the luck of the Tianyun Sect that was slightly worse, although he was experienced, but he also had a lot of use. After that, one move is missing, and it loses its combat effectiveness.

"Heavenly Feather Sect No. 31, Victory. Earn a point!"

As the referee elder brother fell, the first battle ended, but it still did not stop the enthusiasm of the audience from rising.

"Come on...."

"Heavenly Feather Sect, Heavenly Feather Sect...."

"Come on Tianyun Sect..."

“......”

Soon, the second battle was ushered in, this time there was still no Fang Hao and the others on the field, the two sides were disciples from the Tianyu Sect and the Tianhua Sect, and then it was another battle of dragons and tigers. The blood of the people present was boiling.

In the end, the disciples on the side of the Heavenly Feather Sect were knocked out of the ring with a punch.

The second game ended quickly, with less than five breaths in time, and the game was very fast.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Even Zangtian and Yun Shaoyang went up to fight. With a few moves, the opponent can be eliminated quickly, and there is no need to use spiritual weapons at all.

......

"Match 36 of the first round!"

"Tianyun Sect No. 28 vs. Tianyu Sect No. 40!"

At the moment when the referee elder finished speaking, Fang Hao opened his eyes in an instant and looked at the sky in the distance.

"It's finally me, it's been a long time....."

After greeting the disciples behind him and Yun Shaoyang and Zangtian. Fang Hao jumped and quickly stood on the battle star platform.

Immediately afterwards, there was another shout from the audience, and the enthusiasm still did not weaken in the slightest.

"Senior Brother Wang, come on...."

"Senior Brother Wang, the bets are all on you...."

"You must beat him flat, he only has eight qi exercises...."

“......”

For some reason, the shout was simply one-sided, which made Fang Hao on the Battle Star Platform a little depressed. A few of the sect's cries for him could be heard, but they were all overshadowed.

On the Battlestar Stage.

Fang Hao's expression was still unmoved, and the young man standing opposite him looked at him with a mocking face, he was dressed in a black robe, and his temperament was exactly the same as Zhang Ye. The aura on his body is close to the middle stage of the ninth level of qi training.

"You are Fang Hao, right! I heard that it was you, Zhang Hu who was injured at that time. Senior Brother Zhang told me, this battle - break one of your legs first..."

The black-robed young man said coldly. He stood on the Battle Star Platform, and a bloody momentum enveloped Fang Hao's location.

Fang Hao stood opposite, standing with his hands in his hands. just said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up if you want to make a move..."

His black hair fluttered indifferently, his indifferent eyes looked at all this, and his face did not fluctuate in the slightest in the face of the threat.

Even the little thief cat sitting on his shoulder yawned a few times, as if to say - hurry up and solve it, Ben Meow is sleeping!

"That cat is so cute..."

"Where did he buy this spirit beast, so smart...."

“.....”

Off the field, some female disciples immediately noticed the abnormality on Fang Hao's shoulder.

"Hmph, kid is really arrogant! You can't afford to die in a mere late stage of Qi cultivation ..... eightfold."

After hearing Fang Hao's words, the black-robed young man looked stunned.

Then his face turned into anger, and with the evil aura and black qi on his palms, he stepped on his body and rushed directly towards Fang Hao. It looked like a demon cultivator.

This evil aura has a very thick blood, I really don't know how many lives this person has killed.

"Bloody Palm!"

The palm technique progressed layer by layer, and slapped directly towards Fang Hao's chest.

"Hehe, how strong do you think you are?"

Fang Hao stood in place and smiled faintly. I didn't care at all about what the black-robed young man said.

Just when that bloody palm was about to approach Fang Hao's chest an inch. Suddenly, his palms froze in mid-air, and he couldn't move any further.

"It's... How is that possible...."

At this time, even the audience disciples were silent, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the scene of the two people fighting on the stage.

I saw Fang Hao's right fist, I don't know when, it had already taken the lead in hitting the chest of the black-robed young man, and the fist was glowing with a faint purple light, like a phantom, no one knew when Fang Hao made his hand?

Thump!

Immediately afterwards, the black-robed young man didn't finish his words, plopped, and lay directly on the ground. Then his body spasmed, clutching his chest in pain.

With a simple punch, Fang Hao didn't even move a step of his foot, directly causing the fierce-looking young man on the opposite side to be paralyzed to the ground and lose his combat effectiveness.

"Zhang Ye, sooner or later I will clean you up...."

After that, Fang Hao snorted coldly. In the silence of the audience, he slowly walked off the Battle Star Stage.

"Tianyun Sect No. 28, victory, one point!"

Even the referee elder next to him looked at the direction in which Fang Hao left, and they all had some approval.

"Is this a win? Could it be that Senior Brother Wang just released the water?"

"Impossible, didn't you see Senior Brother Wang's aura erupt and use all his strength?"

“....”

The audience disciples on the other side of the Tianyu Sect suddenly seemed to be choked by something.

When Fang Hao stepped off the battle star platform, the game continued unhurriedly.

.......

After stepping down, Fang Hao nodded to Yun Shaoyang and Zangtian, and then sat down again, waiting for the next time he would fight.

The purpose of coming this time was originally to teach that Zhang Ye a good lesson.