"Do you think anyone has your level of strength? Their opponents are all first-grade saints. Against these three geniuses, what else can we do but admit defeat?"

Seeing Ye Luo's depressed look, Zhuo Fanrou couldn't help but smile slightly.

Zhuo Fanrou was right. The opponents of He Qingxiao and the others were all first-grade saints. They had no chance against genius monks whose cultivation was one level higher than theirs.

Instead of getting beaten up, it is better to admit defeat and save some face.

"Although what you said makes sense, I'm still depressed..."

Hearing this, Ye Luo's mood calmed down a little, but he was still a little depressed.

Soon, the first round of competition was over, and half of the contestants were eliminated.

The remaining half will be drawn again and compete against each other again.

"Please invite the players who advanced in the first round to come to the ring to draw the order of the battle for this round."

On the stage, an official from the City Lord's Palace took the stage again, and next to him was a box for drawing lots.

This time, there is only one box, and there is no distinction between individual cultivators and sect players, they are all treated equally.

"God forbid I draw those three people...Anyone can do it except those three!"

Before the lot was drawn, someone said a prayer that had no practical effect.

Although it is useless, I am afraid that no one present wants to draw these three people as opponents.

After all, drawing these three people basically means that they will stop.

"How about Ye Luo, who won the Shengdan Pavilion? Although he was very strong just now, I think I can face him."

"That's right. Wang Hu is only a first-grade saint, so it's understandable that he lost. I am a middle-grade saint, so I have no reason to lose!"

Then, everyone focused their attention on Ye Luo.

It seems that the strength Ye Luo showed in the first round did not completely intimidate them!

At least there are still many people who still have the illusion that I can have sex with me...

"When will these people see themselves clearly?"

Hearing the voices of everyone talking, Ye Luo didn't say a word, but just cursed in his heart.

Then, he randomly drew a number.

"It's actually number one."

The number Ye Luo drew was No. 1, which meant that he would be the first to appear in the next game.

In fact, by the second round, there were not many people left. There were a total of twelve groups with twenty-four people.

Except for Ye Luo, they are all middle-level saints in Qingyishui.

There are no high-level saints, and there are no first-level saints.

Except for the false saint Ye Luo, the remaining twenty-three people are all middle-grade saints!

"No. 1, Qiu Chuixue!"

Soon, another number one was also drawn.

That was Qiu Chuixue from the Blood Flame Sect.

"Very good, now we can see how capable you are."
Chapter completed!