On the No. 9 arena, Kuang Meng is tall and straight, carrying a sword on his back, showing his sharpness and arrogance, making him look like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Although everyone could not see Kuang Meng's appearance, everyone could feel his determination and strength from his momentum.

"Your sister, Kuang Meng is another strong competitor."

Tao Junjun spoke and said helplessly.

"Senior brother, don't worry, there is no 'strong competition' between you and him. I guess he can defeat you in one move."

Xiao Lin grinned and said.

"With that being said, it's only temporary. In a few years, I'll be able to defeat him in one move."

Tao Junjun said calmly and affirmatively.

After all, he has the magic ape body refining technique, as well as several other high-level magic and martial arts, plus the purple-grade Yuanshi, as long as he is given a certain amount of time, his cultivation speed will definitely surpass that of many people in the sect.

When Xiao Lin heard this, he did not refute, but just smiled, and then looked at the ring.

At this time, all the contestants had entered the ring. After the Interior Elder opened the defensive barrier in the ring, the battle began.

For a moment, there were fist shadows and sword shadows on the ten arenas. When all the contestants took action, they all worked hard without reservation.

After all, this first round of competition seems simpler, but in fact it directly determines the fate of the contestants. No one is willing to play in one round.

When everyone who takes action is giving their all, the power of the attack is naturally extremely terrifying. Therefore, in many rings, both sides are trapped in fierce battles, and only a few rings, the battle ends in just a moment.

On the No. 1 arena where Feng Lan is located, his opponent is a young man in the late stage of Huagang. Apart from Xiang Yuyan and the early stage of Jindan, this cultivation level has already crushed most of the contestants.

The young man on the opposite side took the lead and sacrificed his sword as soon as he came up, and used a set of exquisite and powerful sword techniques, and attacked Feng Lan.

The endless sword lights suddenly swept across the space in front of Fenglan, and the extremely powerful pressure completely enveloped Fenglan.

Facing the opponent's fierce attack, Feng Lan remained as motionless as a mountain. Seeing the sword light in front of him approaching, Feng Lan raised his eyebrows and finally made some moves.

A red bamboo sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. Under his control, the red bamboo sword suddenly came out of his hand and shot into the ring below, and then disappeared.

Just when the young man on the opposite side was surprised, he seemed to think of something. He immediately improved his skills and strengthened his defense. When he flew up, dense red sword-blades suddenly emerged on the ground of the ring, completely covering the space in front of the maple railing within the range of the attack.

There is no doubt that the young man on the other side was also in the range of attack. Although the young man noticed the danger in time and flew up, how could his speed be comparable to those red sword-blade bamboo joints?

In the blink of an eye, the red sword-blades flying up from the young man caught up with him, instantly breaking through all his defenses and penetrating his body.

"puff…"

The young man opened his mouth and blood sprayed, his face instantly turned pale, his breath was extremely weak, and even standing in the air was difficult to maintain, and he fell directly from the void.

"Bang..."

The young man fell heavily to the ground and smashed a burst of dust. This time, he was even more injured and dying.

As for the sword lights released by the young man before, they were also defeated by Qianzhu Feitian used by Fenglan.

Feng Lan took back his red bamboo sword and then looked at the elder of the Interior. The next step was naturally the same process.

After Feng Lan put away the registration token and left the ring, a disciple flew onto the ring and began to heal the injured young man.

On the No. 9 ring, as the opponent admitted defeat in a terrified manner, Kuang Meng also won the victory smoothly.

As for Kuang Meng's move, anyone who was paying attention to the No. 9 ring was both surprised and shocked, and each one was unbelievable.

"The speed of the knife is too fast, so fast that the opponent has no time to react, let alone dodge and counterattack."

"His sword-making speed is so fast, I guess the sword technique must be equally powerful. Although he still can't see his true cultivation, his strength has stabilized against Ma Wei and Senior Sister Xiang."

"It seems that although Senior Sister Xiang is the granddaughter of the head sect, she has a high talent for cultivation and rich resources for cultivation, the adventures and insights of other disciples are not weak."

"This time, there were so many hidden strong competitors suddenly, and the next game will become more and more exciting."

Xiao Lin analyzed Kuang Meng's attack in his mind and made a judgment on Kuang Meng's sword power and real strength.

Similarly, Xiao Lin also felt a little emotional about this martial arts competition. He thought that besides himself, Xiang Yuyan was still the strongest among the third generation of disciples, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Whether it is Shi Meng, Miao Qingying, or Feng Lan, Kuang Meng, his strength should not be weaker than Xiang Yuyan. Therefore, the next battle will be extremely intense and exciting.

Although Xiao Lin is very confident about his strength, he is still very concerned and guarded by Kuang Meng and others. As he said, he cannot underestimate his opponent.

In addition to Feng Lan and Kuang Meng, there are also two arenas. Due to the huge gap in strength, the battle quickly ended, and there are still six are still fighting fiercely.

"Your sister, I thought I could get into the top ten this time, but I didn't expect so many strong contestants to emerge."

"It seems that my dream is about to be shattered again. Now, I can only count on your reward from Junior Brother Xiao. You can't regret it. You must let me hug you."

Tao Junjun said helplessly after seeing Feng Lan and Kuang Meng's attack.

Originally, after his cultivation level improved, he was confident that he could at least be among the top ten in the martial arts competition, but now, one strong contestants appeared one after another, which hit him hard.

He had no hope of achieving good results, so he could only place his hope on Xiao Lin. After all, Xiao Lin had agreed before and would give him the reward.

He was worried that Xiao Lin would repent, so he reminded Xiao Lin again that while he was speaking, he actually squatted down, picked up Xiao Lin's right thigh, and continued to watch the game as if nothing had happened.

"Bang."

I saw a powerful force suddenly released from Xiao Lin's right leg, which directly shocked Tao Junjun and made him go to the ground behind him.

"Senior Brother, it's risky to hug your thighs. Don't hug it casually in the future."

Xiao Lin grinned and said to Tao Junjun.

Seeing this, Tao Junjun gave Xiao Lin a blank look, then got up from the ground, rubbed his butt, and said, "We are in danger of wealth and honor, but if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's son? What is this danger to me?"

Tao Junjun looks mysterious and experienced, and looks like an elder is preaching.

When Xiao Lin and Sun Yaru heard this, they looked at each other, and smiled helplessly. Then, they ignored Tao Junjun and continued to watch the battle.

After the seventh batch ended, there were only twelve contestants left in the eighth batch, so only six arenas were used.

Among the eighth group of contestants, there were no one who was too strong. Therefore, after a fierce battle, it took a lot of time to completely end.

At this point, the first round of the game was completely over, and this process took two hours.

The winner will naturally continue to play the following game, while the loser will either die or be seriously injured or be seriously injured. Very few are slightly injured, and they will take the initiative to admit defeat.

In this round alone, more than 20 fell, which shows the fierceness and cruelty of the game, the strong prey on the weak, and the survival of the fittest, which is vividly fulfilled.

"Okay, the first round of the game has ended, and the next round of the game is the second round."

"The winning seventy-six people draw a lot again and then compete according to the previous process."

After the contestants adjusted their breath for a stick of incense, the Interior Elder Ge Yi spoke and announced the start of the second round of the competition.

As soon as he finished speaking, another bamboo tube appeared in front of the elder of the Interior, filled with bamboo sticks.

Seeing this, the seventy-six winners began to draw bamboo sticks in an orderly manner.

“No. 6!”

"This time, it's actually in the first batch."

After Xiao Lin finished drawing the bamboo sticks, he looked at the number on it and started to pay.

"How many numbers are you?"

Xiao Lin asked Tao Junjun and Sun Yaru again. This time, his tone contained a little solemnity.

After all, with the decrease in contestants, the chances of him meeting Tao Junjun and Sun Yaru increased. He didn't want to meet them so quickly, so he happened to meet them.

"I'm forty."

Tao Junjun answered.

"I'm No. 24."

Sun Yaru answered.

After hearing this, Xiao Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, we didn't meet it. In this way, you have a chance to attack the next round."

"I hope you all can win successfully, but if you really encounter a strong enemy, don't force yourself. If you should give up, admit defeat. After all, saving your life is the most important thing, and the rest are all over the clouds."

While Xiao Lin gave Tao Junjun and Sun Yaru the bamboo sticks in his hand to watch, he reminded them.

Compared with the outcome, life is the most important thing. If you really can't beat your opponent, it's understandable to admit defeat.

For Xiao Lin, unless he faces an enemy like Ma Wei, even if he is not strong enough, he is unwilling to admit defeat. Under normal circumstances, he will not regard winning or losing as more important than life.

If you can beat it, you will fight it, if you can't beat it, you will run away, and you will admit defeat. There is no shame in this. After all, in the dangerous world of cultivation, only by saving your life can you continue to practice.

"Don't worry, we won't be ignorant of advancing and retreating."

Sun Yaru said.

"It's already common for me to admit defeat, so why is it difficult?"

Tao Junjun said in a low tone with a melancholy and sad face.

His appearance looked a little desolate and pitiful, which made people feel pity. However, after Xiao Lin and Sun Yaru understood the meaning of Tao Junjun's words, they couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!