After the draw, Liu Ming bid farewell to Yan Ming Xueyun and went to the ninth arena near the ninth arena, found a vacant lot with few people, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed down.
Not long after, on the high platform, the short fat man of the eighth courtyard master of the Outer Gate suddenly stopped chatting with the people beside him, took a few steps forward, and began to announce loudly:
"The hour has come, and the preliminary round of the Grand Competition has officially started. Please disciples to go to the various arenas based on the draw and start the competition in the order of the numbers."
As soon as the voice fell, thousands of disciples in the audience suddenly "boomed", and in less than ten breaths of time, they divided into ten groups of people and surrounded each arena.
On the arena in each area, there is already a deacon of the Outer Court who has a famous name, and he is announcing the situation of the match and some precautions.
At this moment, Liu Ming was also standing among the crowd under the ninth arena. While listening to the deacon disciple on the stage, he glanced around and looked at the number of the sect token in his hand.
There are a total of more than 400 disciples in the ninth district. He himself is the number 362. There were more than 100 games before, and there is only half a day left. I guess he won't be playing today.
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"The next game, the 25th vs. the 26th!"
To his surprise, after just a cup of tea, there have been more than ten games to decide the outcome, which is far from his previous assumption that he would not have his turn to play today.
As for those who go to the stage and fight against each other, most of them have the same level of cultivation. Naturally, they are the most in the middle and middle stages of the condensate, but their true strengths are extremely different. Some disciples who are too weak often have no time to sacrifice a spiritual weapon, but only momentarily. In time, he was controlled by the opponent's secret technique, and the outcome was decided.
And some of the early disciples of Condensate encountered the later existence, and most of them surrendered without fighting.
Looking around, the situation on the other arena is almost the same.
Of course, there are some disciples who have the same cultivation base and are close in strength. It will take a period of fierce battle to decide the winner.
However, because it is not a battle of life and death, once someone is at a disadvantage, or after he thinks he is not an opponent, he will actively take the initiative to jump out of the prohibition light curtain.
At this moment, Liu Ming suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind him, and looked back when he thought about it, but it was the purple-eyed big man Zang Xuan who was striding towards him from the No. 8 ring next to him.
"After leaving the Biqiong Fantasy Palace, Brother Liu's mana seems to have improved a lot." Zang Xuan said after standing still in front of Liu Ming.
"Brother Zang is the same as me, breaking through to the late stage of the liquid condensate, presumably the strength has also increased a lot." Liu Ming smiled slightly.
"How dare you compare with Brother Liu, Brother Liu killed the yin and yang giant monster by himself that day, and passed the test of the Biqiang Fantasy Palace. The strength is a well-known thing." During the trial, Zang Xuan couldn't help sighing, saying so.
"It turns out that this person is the Liu Ming who claims to be able to kill the yin and yang giant demon with the power of one person?" Before Liu Ming could speak, no one on the side was surprised.
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen people with "swish" gazes around them, looking at where Liu Ming was, and whispering in twos and threes.
At the same time, Liu Ming's expression changed, and suddenly he turned his head, and he saw a chubby young man in green robe looking at him near the eighth ring with a smile but a big pie in his hand. Eating.
This person had an unusually solemn gaze, giving Liu Ming a faint sense of oppression. He was not an ordinary person, but he asked himself that he had never seen this person, and this person was not on the list of powerful characters mentioned by Yanming.
This made Liu Ming mutter in his heart for a while, but he immediately recovered and continued to say to Cang Xuan:
"Brother Zang praised it, and it's just a fluke to be here. It's actually that Brother Zang's purple eyes talent is amazing, and he will definitely be able to gain something compared to this competition."
Zang Xuan smiled bitterly after hearing the words, and wanted to say something, the previous duel on the 9th ring next to him had already decided the winner, and both left the stage, and at the same time the cold voice of Deacon Huajing sounded:
"The next game, No. 31 vs. No. 32."
"Brother Liu, I'll be on the court first." Zang Xuan shook his fist when he heard the words, and immediately jumped to the 9th ring with a few flashes of body shape.
He is the 31st.
Against him was a short young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey gill, who had only the initial cultivation of the liquid gel.
In the end, after only a few breaths, the short young man was sent out of the ring by Zang Xuan with a few punches before he understood what was going on.
A little bit of time passed, and the battles were going on in such an orderly manner.
Within each district, cheers and boos came and went one after another.
Those powerful figures who have been optimistic about by all parties before with their superior strength often arouse the exclamation of the onlookers in the audience as soon as Fang takes the stage.
Among them, Zhou Tianrui was in the third district, and there were bursts of exclamation and admiration at this moment. It turned out that this week, the senior brother had beaten another disciple in the late stage of the liquid.
Soon after, in the second area, the appearance of a woman in black with a scar face seemed to have evoked a burst of exclamation. Just a moment later, the woman with a scar face easily took another young man with a ghostly posture. Stunned to the ground.
Liu Ming didn't pay much attention to this, and still waited quietly while observing the competition on the ring with a calm expression on his face.
In this competition, he had already made up his mind to win a place in the top ten in this courtyard at the worst. Of course, if possible, it would be better to win the first place.
In this way, he can not only get a lot of resources, if he is favored by a certain mountain leader in the clan, he can also directly become an inner disciple, eliminating the trouble of entering the inner door through other ways.
Just when dusk arrived, it was finally Liu Ming's turn.
"The next game, on the 361st, against the 362nd."
After Liu Ming made this sound on the 9th ring, he leaped lightly without saying a word, and fell to the side of the ring lightly.
The banned light curtains all around enveloped the entire arena.
Opposite, a handsome-faced gray-robed youth in his twenties, when Liu Ming came to power, he arched his hands and said:
"In the Xia Xiaoxiang Academy, Zhu Wutian, I also ask the seniors to give me some advice."
"Piaohongyuan, Liu Ming." Liu Ming just said lightly, sweeping with his spiritual sense, and the other party was only a disciple in the middle of the liquid phase.
"What, you are Liu Ming!" When Zhu Wutian heard this, he suddenly shuddered, his face immediately full of vigilance.
Liu Ming still stood in place with his expression unchanged.
At this time, Deacon Huajing in the air flew beyond the light curtain with a "start".
The gray-robed youth flicked his solemn sleeves, and flew out a short yellowish fork. After hovering in the void, it turned into a huge Zhang Xu.
Liu Ming faintly looked at the short fork in the young man's hand, as if it were a high-grade spiritual weapon with twenty-five levels of prohibition, but he still stood with his hands on his back, and had no intention of doing it.
"Although Brother Liu has a reputation, such behavior is too small." Liu Ming's inaction made the gray-robed youth seem a little annoyed, and said with a deep frown.
As soon as the voice fell, he flew into the air with both hands to make a few magic decisions, and then a little bit in the void.
There was a thunderous sound, and the flying fork turned into a thick bowl with electric lights lasing towards Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's eyes were cold, and he urged the law to make a decision. When he raised his hand, the black mist condensed and turned into a black giant palm and whizzed towards the golden arc.
There was a "chuck" sound that broke through the air, and the black giant palm and the arc could not hold back for a while.
Seeing this situation, Liu Ming seemed a little surprised. With a sharp look in his eyes, he turned into a phantom and disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, with a "boom", the electric arc and the black giant palm burst apart in the void, and the smoke burst out like silver electricity.
At this moment, a ghostly figure appeared behind the gray-robed man, raising his hand to his back lightly and photographing a huge black handprint, which was silent and without any signs.
The gray-robed man didn't have time to react. The moment the bodyguard's qi was hit by the black handprints, he was broken by a blow, and with a scream, he flew out more than ten meters away and fell outside the ring.
Because the short fork in the void lost its relationship with its owner, it also fell on the ring with a "bang".
From the gray-robed youth releasing a short fork to being blown out of the ring by Liu Ming, it was only a matter of two or three breaths.
"Piaohongyuan Liu Ming wins." Seeing this, the Deacon Hua Jing above the ring made a loud announcement, but a trace of Arthur still flashed past his eyes.
"Concession."
After Liu Ming said lightly, he lightly jumped off the ring.
In the audience, another tall and thin man who seemed to be in the same house as the gray-robed youth had quickly stepped forward and helped him up.
After a while, the gray-robed youth, supported by the tall and thin man, disappeared from the crowd without saying a word.
After another hour, the first day of the preliminary round came to an end.
Liu Ming didn't stop, and with a single-handed pinch, it turned into a black cloud and shot towards the cave mansion.
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Early the next morning, on Yunyi Peak, thousands of people gathered again.
But compared to the day before, it was surprisingly one-third less.
After the first round of the first day of the fight, nearly half of the people have been eliminated, and most of the people who visited today have been eliminated yesterday, just to watch the game.
After all, if you can see some high-level battles, it will be of great help to your future practice and improvement of combat experience.
On the Jade Terrace, there were only about ten deans of the eighth house plus the deputy deans, which was surprisingly few people compared to the first day.
However, there were a few more elders and palm seats on each mountain compared to the first day.
Liu Ming came to the vicinity of the ninth ring early, searched for a quiet place, and continued to watch quietly.
He swept away with his spiritual sense, and found that after the first day of fighting, most of the remaining disciples are now in the middle and late stages of the liquid condensate, and only a few of them are in the early stage of the liquid condensate.
In the competition that started shortly afterwards, it was a competition between the middle and late disciples of Condensate. Compared with the first day, the degree of excitement was significantly improved, and the time spent in the competition was also lengthened. few.
After half a day, it was finally Liu Ming's turn to play again.
"The next game, on the 362nd, against the 364th." The deacon disciple announced expressionlessly.
When Liu Ming heard this, he immediately walked out of the crowd with a faint smile and jumped into the ring.