Dong.

He stepped forward with his right foot, and a heavy sound immediately sounded. Qi Haoxuan's silver spear flew and suddenly blasted out of the middle. The violent silver-white true energy was arranged in a unique and strange route, and all poured onto the tip of the spear. The next moment, a terrifying sharp roar sounded, and two huge silver spears that were nearly a hundred feet rushed out.

At this moment, the world seemed to be about to be penetrated and shot, and the roar continued to explode.

"Look at how you block..." Before the sentence was finished, Qi Haoxuan's expression froze. In his sight, two silver spears that were thrusting down the hole, Ye Jian's sword was cut into four pieces, and turned into nothingness. Then, the dazzling purple sword light filled his sight and could not see anything.

Puff.

The body protection true energy cover was broken, and Qi Haoxuan flew backwards and hit the ink-blue light curtain.

One sword, kill instantly.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the three groups looked bad. Qi Haoxuan actually lost, and he lost too quickly, which caught them off guard.

In the crowd, Qi Haoxuan's sect looked unfavorable when he saw this. When he looked at Ye Jian, he was trembling with hatred. However, the old man who was walking with a cane in Qiu He Gu took Qi Haoxuan away. His eyes looked at Ye Jian with a hint of praise. Ye Chen's progress shocked him. When he was at Qiu He Gu, the other party could not win the cleanliness of now. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, although his cultivation level was still in the late stage of the Yuan Realm, his combat power had improved by leaps and bounds a day.

"Haoxuan lost unjustly, it's not at the same level at all." The old man with a cane frowned and glanced at Ye Jian who was about to fall.

"Ye Jiansheng."

After reporting the results of the game, the referees from the three groups touched their chins and smiled slightly. They thought they had seen through Ye Jian, but now they seemed to have far from seeing through. Qi Haoxuan, who had great hope of competing for the top 72, could not even catch his sword. To be serious, there was no problem of taking action, because Qi Haoxuan didn't even see how the sword came.

"It seems that he should be the first in the three sets of points."

It is well known that there are not many young masters in the third group, otherwise the referees in the third group would not dare to assert this.

In the audience, everyone who saw this battle was very surprised and talked enthusiastically.

"It's another hidden one, the sword is so fast."

"I originally thought that only one of Qi Haoxuan in the third group would be lucky. Now I don't dare to think so. At least, this person named Ye Jian is far stronger than him, and he is definitely the top 72."

"Well, I think so too. His swordsmanship is too fast. Even I was shocked. I just didn't know how much strength I used."

"I guess it's only 70% or 80% of it."

Hearing everyone's words, Qi Haoxuan shook his head secretly. Through a simple fight with the other party just now, he didn't think that Ye Jian had used 70% to 80% of his strength, and probably might not even reach 60% of his strength. He was a very terrible enemy. Of course, it would be useless if he knew it now.

"Hmph, it's such a tough bone, but even if I can't bite you, someone will be able to bite you."

Qi Haoxuan shook his head again and looked at Ye Jian solemnly. The candidate with the first score in the three groups. If there is no sudden rise, Ye Jian will undoubtedly be Ye Jian.

Lin Feng happened to be in the fork just now, and also watched Ye Jian's game. He couldn't help asking: "Brother Ye, how much strength did you use."

"Half of half."

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, while Luo Tiandu on the other side was completely stunned and looked at each other. They all knew that Ye Jian was powerful, but they didn't expect that half of it would be so powerful. That would be even 30% of the strength. The opponent was Qi Haoxuan, who ranked 45th on the 72th Qianlong list, and a young strong man whose strength had reached the second limit. At this moment, Ye Jian was much stranger in their eyes, not emotionally stranger, but cognitively stranger.

There is a kind of strangeness called gap.

After glanced at Leng Qinghan and the eldest prince, Luo Tian both smiled bitterly and said to himself: You all think you are the leaders of the younger generation of Zhao State. Unfortunately, you don’t know that Ye Jian has surpassed you at all, and even the opportunity to look for him has not been left behind, which makes people feel desperate. From the moment he surpassed us, the gap has been destined.

Mu Bingyun's fifth game ended with victory. She walked out and saw the desperate expression on Luo Tiandu's face. She knew it in her heart and shook her head secretly. In her mind, Ye Jian was a monster with a calmness and will that was not in line with her age. Even she felt ashamed of herself, and with her keen observation, she had never seen such a terrible quality in any young man. Sometimes she wondered if there was anything that could mess up his insignificance.

Unfortunately, no one really knows him except Ye Jian himself.

In fact, Ye Jian sometimes doesn't know himself very well. Ye Jian in that world is disliked by others because he is an orphan, so he has to work hard and improve himself. Therefore, when other people's children play and act spoiled, he is already very sensible. In some aspects, he is more mature than adults. When he becomes an adult, his mind is even more outstanding and external things are difficult to shake. Of course, not every orphan is like Ye Jian, after all, everyone's growth route is different.

When he came to this world, Ye Jian, who was a waste in other people's eyes, had an extremely strong mind. In fact, he was extremely smart. In the face of bullying from outside the sect, he knew how to endure and put the overall situation first. He did not want to make his parents embarrassed. He worked hard behind his back and exchanged ten times of hard work for that little bit of gain. Otherwise, with his talent, it would be almost impossible to become a foreign servant of the Nanluo Sect.

But everything has advantages and disadvantages. Years of tolerance have caused the world to lose its spirit, a spirit of diligence and courage. Sometimes losing its spirit is more terrifying than having no talent. If everything develops normally and Ye Jian does not appear now, the chance of becoming an inner disciple is pitiful, let alone the inner disciple or even his current status.

Everything is like the clouds and smoke in the past.

Combining the soul of Ye Jian in this world, Ye Jian’s shortcomings are infinitely reduced, and his advantages are infinitely amplified, creating a monster in the eyes of others.

"In the fifth game, Ye Jian vs. Tang Qiang."

"I admit defeat."

Ye Jian's strength is obvious to all, and the first contestant to admit defeat appeared.

In response to this, Lin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Next, you will be relaxed. Except for a few people in the three groups, basically no one is your opponent. Instead of wasting time and being killed instantly by you, it is better to accumulate strength and energy to deal with contestants who can deal with them."

Ye Jian didn't care much about whether anyone would admit defeat. Anyway, he only needed to swing a sword on the stage, and the consumption of physical strength was minimal. However, Luo Tiandu's game was not easy. He immediately reminded: "In my judgment, in your group, there will be roughly three to seven people who will get full marks. In the next game, you will not lose in one game, and you will have ten percent hope of advancing. If you lose one game, you will have 60 percent, and if you lose two games, you will have less than 100 percent."

Although his words were not accurate to a certain extent, they were undoubtedly very close. You should know that in terms of kung fu, the Qihai Realm powerhouse may not be stronger than him. The information of each contestant in Luo Tiandu's group is in Ye Jian's mind. Even if he hides his strength, he can read it. Then, he used probability calculations to finally get this data.

Luo Tian didn't doubt him and said, "So, I can only lose one of the next five games, which is a bit difficult, but I will do my best."

He had completely let go of the barrier between him and Ye Jian, because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with Ye Jian's one-tenth of that. This time he came out, not only did he have a broader vision, but his mind was also much broader.

"There are some luck in the first stage knockout. As long as you are lucky enough, there is no problem supporting the second stage knockout."

In the first stage of the knockout round, there are fifty players in each group. Each person will encounter more than forty opponents in fifty games. Unless the two players are equal in strength and tied for a draw, they can tie for the first place. There are also many lucky situations. The contestants with the lowest strength may rank in the top few in the group. However, such special cases are a minority after all. Luo Tiandu's strength is middle and lower, and being able to advance should be the special case among the special cases.

"Hey, Leng Qinghan has met his opponent."

At this moment, the eyes of the two were attracted by the other group of games. The two people on the field were none other than the young master Tianming Leng Qinghan, and the other was Wei Jie, who ranked 60th on the 72th list of Qianlong.

The swords and swords flashed on the stage, and the human figures were psychedelic. One of them was quite accomplished in swordsmanship, while the other one was a young giant in swordsmanship. His skills were hard to distinguish, and each had his own merits.

Ye Jian shook his head. Leng Qinghan's luck was a bit bad. Whether it was cultivation or sword intent, Wei Jie was above Leng Qinghan. The reason why he did not decide the winner now was because Wei Jie did not show all his strength, which was obviously because he was happy to see the hunt.

"Okay, not bad. I may not defeat you if I give you another year or two." Wei Jie laughed loudly, and his sword suddenly became fierce and powerful, suppressing Leng Qinghan at an absolute disadvantage.

"It's cold when it's exposed."

Leng Qinghan had no expression on his face, holding the sword in his hand with both hands, and the sword energy rolled up against the sky. Suddenly, it seemed that a heavy snowfall on the stage, and the sword shadows were dormant.

"break."

Without any skill, Wei Jie held the knife with one hand, jumped high and slashed it with one knife.

Boom.

The gorgeous sword lights were shattered one after another, and Leng Qinghan hit the ink blue light curtain.

"Cheng Rang." He clasped his fists, Wei Jie put away his sword and stepped down from the stage.

In the audience, many people were watching the game and talking a lot.

"Wei Jie is worthy of being the younger generation of swordsmanship masters, and his sword intent has reached at least 50%.

"Leng Qinghan is not bad either. His sword skills are not inferior to Wei Jie. The only thing he lacks is that his cultivation is slightly worse than Ye Jian. As long as he gives him time, it is not impossible to catch up with Wei Jie."

"Indeed, ordinary swordsman is not taken seriously by Wei Jie at all. Leng Qinghan is obviously in line with his appetite."

"By the way, can Leng Qinghan be ranked among the top ten new stars in this class?"
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