The great elder finished speaking.

Then a dozen deacons came forward and took out the iron lots they had prepared for the disciples to draw.

Su Mo, Zhou Xin and others also stepped forward and lined up to draw lots.

Soon, Su Mo drew his own iron lot.

Group 6, No. 518.

This is the number on Su Mo's iron signature, group six, number 518.

There are more than 10,000 outer disciples, divided into ten groups, each group has more than 1,000 people.

Zhou Xin, Li Feng and Niu Xiaohu also drew lots and were divided into groups.

However, no one was in the same group as Su Mo.

Zhou Xin is in the second group, Niu Xiaohu is in the eighth group, and Li Feng is in the ninth group.

After being divided into groups, the four of them came to a fighting platform and waited quietly for the game to begin.

Because each battle platform is not far from each other, the four of them are not separated.

Not long after, the draw ended.

A deacon presiding over the competition stepped forward and announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

"The first group, No. 16 vs. No. 825!"

"The second group, No. 605 vs. No. 853!"

"The third group, No. 102 vs. No. 467!

"..."

After hearing this, the disciples whose numbers were called stepped onto the corresponding fighting stage and started fighting with their opponents.

For a time, all the battle stages were filled with light and explosions.

The first stage of the knockout round is very cruel. As long as you lose one game, you will not be eligible to fight again.

Therefore, luck is also extremely important in the first stage of the knockout rounds.

If you are extremely unlucky and meet one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, you will basically fail miserably even if you have the sixth level of spiritual martial arts.

With each battle, more and more disciples were eliminated.

Some groups finish quickly, some groups finish slowly, and the group that finishes quickly will enter the next battle first.

"Group 9, No. 74 vs. No. 1019."

Following the announcement from the deacon, Li Feng came on stage.

Li Feng is No. 74.

Li Feng's opponent has only the second level of spiritual martial arts realm.

He is no match for Li Feng at all.

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

On the stage, Li Feng shouted loudly and knocked his opponent off the stage with one punch.

After getting off the fighting platform, Li Feng's face was glowing with pride.

"Haha, I won the first battle and got off to a good start!"

Li Feng laughed.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Li!"

"Well done, Senior Brother Li!"

Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu were also happy for Li Feng.

"Group Six, No. 518 vs. No. 661!"

Just then, the deacon's voice sounded again.

"Senior Brother Su Mo, it's your turn!"

Li Feng said.

Su Mo nodded and stepped onto the sixth group of battle platforms.

"Su Mo?"

Su Mo's opponent was a young man in a yellow shirt whose cultivation had reached the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

The boy in yellow shirt suddenly became depressed when he saw that his opponent was Su Mo.

"You know me?"

Su Mo was a little surprised. He looked at the other person carefully and thought about it immediately.

Guan Wucheng, this person was also one of the Fengling Island disciples who participated in the mission in Guan Wucheng last time.

"I surrender!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the boy in yellow shirt, and then without hesitation, he shouted to the deacon who was presiding over the competition.

He had participated in the Battle of Guanwucheng and was very aware of Su Mo's strength.

Not to mention that he was at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, even if he was at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he couldn't defeat Su Mo.

Therefore, although he was unwilling to give up, he still decisively admitted defeat.

After saying this, the young man in yellow shirt turned around and got off the fighting platform.

Su Mo touched his nose speechlessly and walked off the stage.

Win the first battle without fighting!

In the distance, hundreds of disciples from the Tianmeng gathered together.

He Yangjun noticed Su Mo's fighting situation, and a sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

If you remain proud for just a moment, your death will soon come!

In the next period of time, Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu came on stage one after another.

Niu Xiaohu was lucky. His opponent was only at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and he easily won.

But Zhou Xin was more unlucky. His first opponent had a cultivation level as high as the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Zhou Xin was also quite stubborn and didn't admit defeat. As a result, he was defeated by the opponent's palm.

Time passed, and in ten groups of battle stages, half of the disciples, as many as thousands, were eliminated after one round of fighting.

Soon, the second round of fighting entered.

"Group Six, No. 518 vs. No. 932."

It was Su Mo's turn again.

This time, Su Mo's opponent was a round-faced young man who had reached the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

"You and I have the same level of cultivation, so you will definitely lose!"

The round-faced young man held a green spear, looked up at Su Mo, and said confidently.

"You take action!"

Su Mo shook his head slightly, wondering where the other party's confidence came from.

"Defeat!"

The round-faced young man rushed out, his body suddenly leaped into the air, his spear flashed with blue light, and he stabbed Su Mo with one shot.

call out!

The spear pierced the air as fast as lightning and was close to Su Mo's chest in an instant.

Well!

At this moment, the expression on the round-faced young man's face suddenly froze, and his body suddenly stagnated in the air.

On the field, Su Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed the oncoming spear.

"How is this possible?"

The round-faced young man was shocked, but no matter how hard he tried, even his face turned red, he still couldn't draw the spear.

The spear held by Su Mo felt as if it was being suppressed by a mountain, not moving at all.

At this moment, the scene on the battlefield seemed quite funny.

Su Mo stood on the battlefield, holding a spear to the sky. At the end of the gun, a round-faced young man was hanging in the air with a spear in his hand.

"Get down!"

Su Mo said lightly, and then with a flick of his arm, the round-faced young man and his spear flew out of the fighting platform.

In the second round of fighting, Su Mo easily won again.
To be continued...