Chapter 102 The First Battle

"The first game of a group, No. 4 vs. No. 30!"

"The first game of the second group, No. 17 vs. No. 106!"

"The first game of the three groups,..."

One after another, the outer disciples flew onto the ring, and with the order of the deacon referee, they began to fight against their opponents.

The figures on the ring dashed to the left and right, and the battle exploded with great energy, which was extremely exciting.

The spectators all around were applauding.

Compared to the outer door, it is generally fair.

The lottery seemed completely out of order,

But in fact, for the sake of fairness in general, the deacons have long since combined the names of the outer disciples of the ninth level of Lingyuan into one category, the disciples of the eighth level, and the outer disciples of the seventh level and below.

Then, according to the proportion of the number, random selection is performed.

For example, for the more than 3,000 disciples who are eligible to participate in the Outer Sect Great Competition this time, the ratio of the ninth, eighth, seventh and sixth levels of Ling Yuan is 1:2:4:3.

Then when the outer sect deacon draws,

It will also be drawn according to this ratio to ensure the fairness of each group in the arena.

Otherwise, if it is completely random, there may be a scene where a group of outer disciples of the ninth level of Lingyuan will gather together, and another group will be a scene of six monks.

If such a situation occurs, then this Dabi who selects the elites from the outer sect and other courtyards to enter the inner sect is probably not a joke.

Naturally it is impossible for this to happen.

on the ring,

A group of warring outer disciples fought back and forth, and from time to time there were cheers from spectators around the arena.

"Team 11, Zhang Qingyuan No. 72 vs. Wang Chong No. 23!"

Just as Zhang Qingyuan closed his eyes and rested, the powerful voice of the deacon came from the stage.

arrive!

Hearing his name, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Tidy up,

With a single jump, it crossed the sky like a big bird by more than ten meters, and flew to the eleventh ring.

at the same time,

There was also a strong wind on the opposite side, like a heavy iron block falling heavily on the field, the powerful force made the ground shake slightly.

"Middle stage of the eighth level of Lingyuan, ha, it seems that my luck is good!"

Zhang Qingyuan's opponent, Wang Chong, was a sturdy outer disciple with a national face.

This man was half naked, his bulging muscles seemed to be made of steel, and he looked extremely strong and powerful.

when!

The tip of the knife slammed into the arena, sending out a series of sparks, and the dark red light on Sen Han's blade swirled and seemed extremely heavy.

"Hey, that Zhang Qingyuan, isn't it? You should surrender directly. I won't keep my hand in the fight for a while. Don't blame me for hurting you!"

Wang Chong stepped on the back of the knife and said to Zhang Qingyuan condescendingly.

His tone was arrogant, as if speaking of a trivial fact.

Zhang Qingyuan was expressionless.

There was some speechlessness in my heart.

The other party let out his breath carelessly, but it was only the peak of the mid-eighth-layer, such a small realm, where did he come from so much confidence.

But despite this, Zhang Qingyuan's tense spirit did not relax in the slightest.

"Seventh game, start!"

Following the order of the deacon referee,

all of a sudden,

The king was impulsive and rushed forward, but the sturdy figure was as fast as the wind and thunder!

Everyone in the audience only had time to see a gray afterimage flashing in the air, and a big knife had already drawn a thick arc in mid-air, falling in front of Zhang Qingyuan!

Human-level low-grade martial arts, Red Flame Triple Wave!

boom! ! !

The man was still in the air, the fiery flames burst open, and the huge heat was then rolled back under the control of the powerful spirit essence, and gathered on the blade of the big knife. It turned dark red for a moment, tore the air, and slashed towards Zhang Qingyuan with the mighty momentum of splitting the river and breaking the sea!

This attack came quickly.

Even more unexpected!

Who would have guessed that a big man who was full of arrogance and looked sloppy the next moment would be so insidious the next moment, and suddenly burst out with an unstoppable attack that was enough to destroy the opponent?

If you are really deceived by the other party's previous arrogance or complacency, or provoked by the other party's provocative words, I am afraid that you will not lose the battle immediately!

scheming bitch!

If it weren't for this word in this world, I'm afraid all the spectators in the audience at this moment would curse in their hearts like this.

The hot waves swept like a tide,

Under this knife, the entire air seemed to be ignited by a raging fire that swept across the nine days!

Facing this move, Zhang Qingyuan's expression did not change at all.

I have experienced several life-and-death battles, from encountering the red-trained monster python on the first mission, to the fast promotion of the monkey king, and then to the interception encountered by Luoshuijiang's house...

Although there are not many combat missions, they have taught Zhang Qingyuan that he must not despise any opponent in battle!

When the other party was arguing before,

Zhang Qingyuan was already on guard.

as predicted,

All the previous arrogant tone was just a disguise for the opponent, in order to break out at this moment and defeat the enemy neatly under the knife.

As for whether it will be despised by others,

Humph,

Only the winner has everything!

The big knife ripped apart the wind and clouds, and rolled up the surging flames and heat waves. The power was so powerful and the speed was extremely fast, enough to make almost any cultivator in the middle stage of the eighth level of spiritual essence unable to escape.

But unfortunately,

He was facing Zhang Qingyuan!

Cloudy Steps!

He picked up his footsteps and stood up lightly. At that moment, Zhang Qingyuan's figure seemed to have turned into a misty cloud of smoke, swept through the air, invisible and flickering.

There are three swords in total in the martial art of Chi Yan San Die Lang.

first knife,

The flames were billowing, but Zhang Qingyuan's shadow was not even touched, and it fell into the air, sweeping through the air, leaving a visible scorch mark on the ring.

second knife,

The vast power gathered on the big ring knife, tearing the wind and clouds, sending out a harsh whistling, the air oscillated with visible fluctuations, but only cut off Zhang Qingyuan's blurred afterimage.

Two knives in succession fell,

It made Wang Chong's eyes turn red, his eyes were about to split, and his eyeballs seemed to pop out.

The depression that the attack fell into the air made Wang Chong's anger almost explode like a flame.

"Roar! Boy, there's a kind of you who don't dodge when you're standing there!"

Wang Chong roared, his voice was like thunder, as if he wanted to vent the anger in his heart!

Zhang Qingyuan's figure retreated quickly like a phantom, dodging Wang Chong's two consecutive attacks when Zhang Qingyuan heard the words, there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, but his figure stood there fixedly.

A look that wants to force the third knife.

it is good!

Wang Chong's eyes lit up.

"Roar!!!"

without hesitation,

Three waves of red flames,

The third knife!

All the spiritual energy in the body exploded at this moment!