As Master Hunyuan announced the start of the game, everyone stood up and walked towards the front signing cage. Ye Feng was not in a hurry and watched each one pull out a bamboo stick.
When there was not much left, Ye Feng walked up and pulled out a bamboo stick from the lottery cage. There was a series of numbers written on it, number 500. In other words, Ye Feng would not be able to play until the fifth round.
He didn't know who his opponent was yet, so Ye Feng could only wait quietly. One hundred arenas suddenly lit up, and someone had already landed on the first arena. Then the second arena lit up, and someone also landed on it.
In just a few breaths, a hundred arenas lit up, and two hundred disciples appeared together, ranked from number one to number one hundred.
"Look, three inner disciples appeared in the first round. What's going on?"
Ye Feng also looked over. One of them, Ye Feng, had even seen Gui Ming from Shura Hall. Ye Feng had not seen the others.
But from the mouths of these disciples, Ye Feng quickly learned that several other senior brothers were the Qiguan Kuangdao in the No. 7 arena, Ye Wuyou from the Wu Kui Academy in the No. 20 arena, and Gui Ming. , three cousins appeared together in the first round.
Among the three, the one that attracted Ye Feng the most was Guiming, whose strength was unfathomable. Compared with the previous time on the Blood Demon battlefield, his aura was even more sophisticated, especially the long sword in his hand, which was even more elusive. Before he could take action, his opponent Started to tremble.
The battle started instantly. The senior officials of the academy were watching from above. They were all working hard to get a good ranking. More importantly, those who ranked in the top sixty would have the opportunity to go to the fantasy world. Many disciples dreamed of entering.
"Bang bang bang!"
In just a few breaths, several people were blown away from the ring and eliminated instantly.
Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on Gui Ming. He saw his sword unsheathed and his opponent falling directly under the ring. It was completely unclear what martial arts he had performed.
"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Guiming's swordsmanship is even more superb. His Kuaizi swordsmanship has reached the level of proficiency."
Some people started to admire, it seemed that they knew Gui Ming's sword skills very well.
"Among the inner sect, when it comes to fast swords, only Gui Jianchou, who is in the middle of the sky, can compete with Gui Mingyi. The two swordsmanships are based on fast swordsmanship, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable."
After the battle, someone began to draw conclusions.
The Crazy Sword in Arena No. 7 and Ye Wuyou in Arena No. 20 both defeated their opponents with one move and successfully advanced.
There are a total of 3,000 disciples participating in the inner sect competition this time. Most of them will be eliminated on the first day, and the remaining ones will continue to compete tomorrow until there are more than 100 disciples. After a final selection of 60 disciples, they will be qualified to enter the fantasy world. middle.
The battle is not carried out casually. There is a time limit. Each battle cannot last more than half an hour. If the winner cannot be determined in half an hour, the intensity and power of the attack will be used as the criterion.
For example, if the strength of the two sides is almost the same, A attacks B with five palms, three of them hit, and B hits A with three palms, and one of his palms hits, then A can win, in order to save time, otherwise the battle will continue indefinitely. , three days simply cannot end.
The first round ended very quickly, in just one stick of incense, and the winner was quickly determined. Those disciples who were eliminated in the first round looked decadent, especially when they met the disciples who were their cousins. As he was leaving, he was still mumbling why he met them in the first round.
The second round started quickly. This time there was no highlight. The winner was determined quickly. The longest battle lasted for half an hour, and the winner was finally determined by attack power.
In the third, fourth, and fifth rounds, 400 people had been eliminated.
Ye Feng was number 500, the last one to play in the fifth round. At the end of the first four rounds, Xuan Courtyard was eliminated by seventy people, and only three people barely passed. It seems that the strength of Xuan Courtyard is indeed at the bottom of Tianling Academy.
It can be seen now that the number one ranked Yizhongtian has all victories and no defeats, the second ranked Tianxing Academy has only five disciples eliminated, and the third ranked Wenxing Academy only has ten disciples eliminated.
Some other halls eliminated more than ten people, or dozens of people, but Xuan Courtyard had the most eliminations. Even the formations ranked after Xuan Courtyard last time performed very eye-catching this time. Some formation geniuses used the formations to With the convenience of the law, he won successively.
"It seems that Xuan Courtyard is destined to be at the bottom this year!"
After the four rounds, someone has already given the answer. Judging from the performance of the team, it is even possible to reach the top five. However, Xuanyuan Court’s performance in the first four rounds did not have any bright spots.
Jumping up, Ye Feng slowly descended from the high platform using the phantom movement technique. The movement technique was very elegant, unlike some disciples who were very rough and made a dull sound when they landed on the ring.
Like a wisp of floating catkins, without any weight, it was about to fly away in the wind. Ye Feng's body fell down so lightly, causing many people to exclaim.
"What a profound body and martial arts skill!"
Some girls began to cheer for Ye Feng, with little stars in their eyes. Ye Feng's graceful movement and handsome face immediately conquered some girls.
"It's just a show off of one's physical skills. Winning in a fight is not based on physical skills."
Some people were dissatisfied and began to boo, thinking that Ye Feng was showing off.
There was already a figure standing on the No. 100 stage, looking at Ye Feng falling slowly with contempt in his eyes.
"You can't win by physical skills. I advise you to go back obediently!"
This man was two meters tall and very burly. He didn't seem to recognize Ye Feng. The moment Ye Feng fell, he laughed ferociously.
"You can only know after comparing!"
Ye Feng said coldly.
"I don't know whether to live or die. Since you are unwilling to admit defeat, I will throw you out and let you know how powerful my Western Wild Bull is."
This man introduced himself to his family. His body was indeed like a mad bull, so burly that his explosive power seemed to burst his clothes.
"It's actually the Wild Bull of the Western Regions. This kid is in danger."
In the middle area, everyone could see every move on the ring clearly. When they heard the burly man announcing his name, some people began to feel sorry for Ye Feng. It was really an injustice for him to meet Mad Bull in the first round.
Ye Feng sneered and said nothing. He looked at his opponent quietly without even showing any momentum.
"Boy, you look like a new disciple. Don't blame me, Kuangniu, for not giving you a chance. I'll give you a move, so you go first!"
Mad Bull was indeed crazy enough. He stretched out a finger and shook it at Ye Feng, letting Ye Feng take the first shot.
"In that case, I won't be polite!"
Ye Feng was too lazy to talk to him. Although Mad Bull's strength was very good and was infinitely close to the Earth Martial Realm, in Ye Feng's view, he was still an ant-like character.
The body bounced, like a cannonball, and rushed over fiercely. It was just a punch. Even Ye Feng didn't use his true energy. He relied on the power of his physical body and slammed into him like a ferocious beast.
Unparalleled power penetrated the air. Although he lacked the blessing of true energy, Ye Feng still unleashed the power of hundreds of flying dragons, which was very terrifying.
The arm is like a golden dragon, emitting bursts of dragon roars, followed by a vast power of the underworld. Ye Feng's body contains the essence and blood of Shura God. This is the ancestor of the demon clan. In ancient times, the demon clan was the leader. They are the most talented race. They can evolve by swallowing blood essence, which is much faster than human cultivation.
The Mad Bull of the Western Regions' eyes shrank, as if he didn't expect that Ye Feng's power was so powerful. He began to regret a little, why he made such a move, and without any time to think, he raised his fist and fought back.
"Shhhhh..."
There were bursts of boos from all around. Just now, many people heard clearly that the Western Region Mad Bull wanted Ye Feng to make a move, but now he actually broke his promise and took action brazenly.
The moment Ye Feng took action, many strong men in the middle area looked over. Hong Yue was sitting in the first row, her face still veiled, and her true appearance could not be seen clearly. Her eyes glanced at Ye Feng.
Sitting next to her was Protector Gao, whose eyes also fell on Ye Feng, wanting to see how Ye Feng defeated his opponent.
The arenas were very large, with each arena being a hundred square meters in size, which was just right for fighting. The distance between the two people was only ten meters away, and they collided instantly.
"boom!"
Like a bomb exploding between the two of them, a storm wave appeared, setting off a gust of wind, blowing a figure into the air and throwing it violently, like a kite whose strings were cut and unable to control the direction of the kite. .
"Crack!"
The moment the human body flew up, a clicking sound came from his body, which was the cracking of bones.
"puff!"
The matter was far from over. Next, a wisp of blood shot out. The arena was paved with high-grade bluestone, which was several times harder than ordinary bluestone. Even if it was cut with a sword, it could not crack. This kind of bluestone was even harder than Ordinary metals are even harder.
The blood spilled on the bluestone was absorbed instantly without leaving any trace. This kind of bluestone is very strange and can absorb some things, thus eliminating the need to clean up the battlefield.
"boom!"
After a breath, the figure fell out of the ring and landed on the ground, making an extremely dull sound. The body was tightly attached to the ground. The referee walked over to check and found that the person lying on the ground had already Passed out.
"This round, Ye Feng wins!"
Each disciple has a token on his waist with his or her name on it, and the referee quickly announces the result.
Although Ye Feng's name is well-known in the inner sect, some people still don't know it very well, especially those disciples who have just returned this time, they are basically a blur.
Seeing Ye Feng defeat his opponent with one punch, Yang Hua nodded with satisfaction. Ye Feng saw that he had to go down a domineering route, which was his style.
In the fifth round, Ye Feng was the first to finish off his opponent and return to his own area. Kou Chenlong and the other two immediately came up to congratulate him.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sixth, seventh, and eighth rounds ended respectively. In the eighth round, Qi Ruomei came on the stage. When his opponent saw that he was the senior sister of Black and White Hall, he gave up on his own initiative.
By the afternoon, fifteen rounds of competition had ended, and a total of 1,500 people had been eliminated, with only about 100 people left in the Xuan Courtyard. (To be continued)