Coincidentally, the first match of the three groups was exactly Wu Zongming, and his opponent, like him, was also in the middle stage of Condensed Realm.
"Flame Desolation Fist!"
On the stage, Wu Zongming shouted loudly, his body rose from the ground, and he punched his opponent.
boom!
Fiery sparks splashed everywhere, and the inner disciple retreated several steps.
One move gained the upper hand, Wu Zongming gained the momentum, and the human-level top-level martial art Yanhuangquan was used to the limit. Dozens of flaming fist shadows were like peacocks spreading their tails. The opponent had no power to fight back, and there was no danger The winning opener.
After stepping off the stage, Wu Zongming said relaxedly: "Not bad, the first opponent is not very strong."
"It's only the first round, don't reveal too much strength." Ye Chen reminded the other party.
"I know this, don't worry."
A match can be over in about one-fifth of a stick of incense, and it is rare for both sides to have the same strength and it is difficult to tell the winner.
Some group matches ended quickly, and the second match of the first round began.
"The seventh group, No. 8 vs. No. 28."
Wu Zongming said: "Ye Chen, it's your turn."
"kindness."
Ye Chen nodded, and flew onto the seven sets of platforms.
"Peak cultivation in the middle stage of Concentrating Realm, I'm lucky." Ye Chen's opponent was a boy with flat eyebrows, holding a big ring knife in his hand. The yellow air flow swirled on the blade, which looked extremely heavy.
Ye Chen was speechless, the other party was also at the peak cultivation level in the mid-stage of Condensed Realm, but he didn't know where the luck was.
"Let's lose!"
The flat-browed boy rushed forward suddenly, and the hard rock under his feet cracked open, and then the big ring knife in both hands drew a thick arc, and slashed directly at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen shook his head, waved his right hand casually, the whole arm was so fast that there was no shadow, and easily knocked away the opponent's big ring knife, but the opponent thought that the knife was in his hand, and he was about to chop.
call!
The distance between the two was five steps, and the young man with flat eyebrows who didn't have a knife waved it for a while, and said aggrievedly, "Where's my knife?"
Ye Chen pointed to the left.
The young man with flat eyebrows looked over and saw that his Dahuan Dao was stuck on the edge of the platform, shaking unceasingly.
Without the face to stay on it, the young man with flat eyebrows pulled out the big ring knife, blushed and jumped off the platform, hating Ye Chen to death in his heart, it made him so ashamed.
Not surprisingly, Ye Chen won a game and got two points.
After the second round, the third round, and until the fifth round, Ye Chen easily defeated his opponent without any effort, and the points reached ten points.
Wu Zongming lost a game in the fourth round and accumulated eight points.
Over there, Zhang Haoran was in the tenth group. He was promoted to the mid-stage cultivation level of Condensed Realm some time ago, and he also won five games in a row, accumulating ten points.
However, Huang Bingwen, who had played against Ye Chen back then, seemed to have improved. He only lost one of the five games. Like Wu Zongming, he accumulated eight points.
After the five rounds of competition, the Great Elder announced a half-hour break, so that everyone could try to recover their true energy and physical strength.
At the VIP seat in the east, Ye Tianhao smiled and said to Shen Yuqing: "Chen'er is not bad, he has won five games in a row, and it looks very easy."
Shen Yuqing was also very happy, and said: "We are worrying for nothing. In the past six months, Chen'er's progress has been extraordinary. There is hope to enter the top 100."
"Indeed, let's wait and see!"
After the half-hour break, the game continued.
Different from the first five rounds, there will be seed players joining in the next five rounds. If you don't meet them, you are lucky. If you do, you have to bite the bullet and join.
Wu Zongming's luck this time was really bad. Although he didn't meet a seeded player, he met an inner disciple who was in the late stage of Concentrating Realm. After persisting for more than ten moves, he was defeated.
Zhang Haoran continued his winning streak and accumulated 12 points.
Huang Bingwen lost a game and still had eight points.
In the seventh game of the sixth round, it was Ye Chen's turn again.
"Hey, boy, your winning streak ends here." The person who spoke was a young man with squinting eyes, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Ranked to about a hundred.
Swish!
This time Ye Chen took the initiative to attack, and the crane shadow step was deployed, and the whole person disappeared from the opponent's sight. When he saw Ye Chen again, his chest hurt suddenly, and the hard fist hit him off the ground. , flew upside down and out of the platform.
He fell heavily to the ground, and the squint-eyed young man was full of disbelief. How could it be possible to defeat me with one move? How strong is he
"Feng Ping, this junior brother is not simple! It seems that he is hiding his strength." Zhou Ruo glanced at Ye Chen and said to Feng Ping calmly.
Feng Ping shook his head and smiled, "Compared to other inner disciples, the strength is indeed much higher, but against me, I will only suffer a disastrous defeat."
Xiao Ye grinned and said: "Although he is not your opponent, there is still hope for the top three in the group."
Another game passed, and it was Game 9.
"Number zero vs. twenty-four!"
"It's your turn." Xiao Ye crossed his arms and said.
call!
The breeze swept across, and Feng Ping's afterimage was blown away, and when he looked again, he had already arrived on the stage.
"It's so fast, when did he arrive on the stage?"
"As expected of Senior Brother Feng Ping, 'Flying in the Wind', his movement is almost the same as that of the wind, invisible and invisible."
The nearby inner disciples looked at each other in blank dismay.
Ye Chen frowned slightly. Although Feng Ping's speed was unbelievably fast, the truly terrifying thing was the artistic conception of blending into the wind. When the two were combined, the lightness skill was improved qualitatively, which made people feel incomprehensible. , excluding him.
"Senior Brother Feng, my name is Gao Liang, please give me your advice." The square-faced boy knew how big the difference in strength between the two sides was, and said in a respectful tone.
Feng Ping nodded, "Come on! I'll be careful with what I do."
Hearing this, the square-faced youth looked solemn, pulled out the sword from the scabbard, swiped it in the air, and stabbed Feng Ping fiercely.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
The sword trembled slightly on the way, transforming into four sword shadows, each sword shadow was extremely sharp, cutting the air into pieces, and the air flow raged.
Seeing that the point of the sword was about to stab Feng Ping, a look of joy flashed across the face of the square-faced boy.
At this time, Feng Ping moved, his body leaned back, keeping the same distance from the sword tip, and drifted backwards.
"How is it possible? My stabbing speed is not as fast as his body skills." After chasing for more than ten steps, the square-faced boy still couldn't stab the opponent, and his expression changed drastically.
Not interested in playing with the opponent, Feng Ping flicked on the edge of the sword.
Clang!
With a light flick, the square-faced boy could hardly hold the sword in his hand, the sword light that had just condensed instantly shattered, and the plan to hurt people in the air failed.
Immediately afterwards, he was kicked in the chest, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Feng is too powerful. Dialect has been victorious until now, but he was easily defeated. How strong are the top ten disciples of the inner sect?"
"It's very strong, Senior Brother Feng is not serious at all."
"From this point of view, basically no one in our group can beat Senior Brother Feng, and Ye Chen on the 28th is definitely no match for Senior Brother Feng."