Eternal Gate

"it is good."

Although it was a wild card match, the atmosphere was lively enough.

The battle on the stage was in full swing, the audience cheered and shouted like a tide.

Since it is a duel, there will be winners and losers.

It is worth mentioning that no one has broken the record of Brother Three Seconds so far.

Naturally, those who admit defeat and abstain do not count.

With the last person falling off the battlefield, the first round of the wild card match also came to an end.

"Those who advance, come on stage to draw lots."

Wu Xuantong got up and moved out the wooden box again.

In the first half of the showdown, Youlan had a bye. Fifty-five players advanced, fifty-four players played the resurrection match, and twenty-seven players advanced. In the first round of the knockout round, eighty-two players advanced.

This time, no one will have a bye.

Eighty-two advancers have filed on stage and queued to draw lots.

"Tian Ling Ling Ling Ling, let me draw Ji Hen."

Still this sentence, some individuals put that godly talk again.

Zhao Yun is too lazy to watch it, and there are always so many people who can't think about it in big scenes.

After Qing Yao heard this, she still hid her mouth and laughed, and blamed Zhao Yun for hiding it so well, not knowing how terrible he was.

"Senior Sister, if I get you again, I won't abstain." Zhao Yun smiled.

"I've been here for so long, I haven't really beaten my junior brother yet." Mu Qinghan smiled softly.

"If it really matches, then practice."

Zhao Yun let out a dry cough, he had already used a chance to resurrect, and if he abstained, he would really be eliminated. To get that Awakening God Pill, he had to pass all the way and get to the first place.

After the draw was over, eighty-two jade plaques were hung on the wall.

It is also like the first time, some people are happy and some are sad. When facing the weaker disciple, they all laughed happily. When facing the stronger disciple, such as Chu Wushuang and Xiao Wunian, their faces are dark and translucent.

"The opponent is not me." Mu Qinghan smiled.

"I can see it." Zhao Yun glanced at the list of matches before looking elsewhere.

To be precise, he looked at Qing Yao.

In this second round of the knockout, his opponent was Qing Yao.

Qing Yao shrugged, still smiling, it didn't matter to her.

Eighty people stepped down, and two of them remained on the stage: Lin Xie and Yin Hun.

To say that they are true love. They met in the first round of the knockout and met again in the second round.

Moreover, it was the first game.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met.

Before Wu Xuantong could speak, the two started to do it.

After the first round of the battle, they were all seriously injured and had not recovered. They were not in their peak state. Even so, the two of them were in full swing, shouting and cheering from below.

This time, Lin Xie was defeated and lost half a move.

On the ninety-eighth round, he fell off the platform and suffered miserable injuries.

On the other hand, Yin Hun was not much better. In order to defeat Lin Xie, he paid a tragic price.

"You, wait for me."

Before Lin Xie left, he left such a sentence.

There will be a resurrection match later, and he still has a chance, if he is lucky, he can advance to the same level.

As long as he can advance, he still has a chance to confront Yin Soul.

"I am waiting."

Yin Hun coldly snorted, and also stepped off the battlefield, and his walking was unsteady.

"Come."

Sikong Jiannan yelled and took the stage in one step, with full force.

Every time he played, there must be a wave of female disciples, mainly because they were too handsome.

Looking at Mu Zhaoxue, she looked around to see which female disciples she was looking at. The flames were still burning in her beautiful eyes: He has a daughter-in-law, so let's stay cool, and if I provoke my old lady, I will go crazy.

"Luck is really important." Zhao Yun murmured.

The reason is that the person who confronted Sikong Jiannan has a background and is far from Jiannan's opponent.

If you are handsome and lucky, you are not angry.

A battle without suspense has its own end without suspense.

After more than ten rounds, Sikong Jiannan smashed his opponent with one sword and advanced as he wished.

His daughter-in-law was not so lucky. It was Xiao Wunian who was against Xiao Wunian, and she abstained without a fight. There will be a resurrection match later. She still has a chance. If she is lucky, she can also advance.

"It's okay, when your brother Nan meets that little bald head, I will vent your anger for you."

Sikong Jiannan was screaming, coaxing his daughter-in-law with a way of coaxing his daughter-in-law, with awe-inspiring words.

Everyone who listened gave Sikong Jiannan a squinting look. Zhaoxue couldn't beat Wunian, and you were far behind. However, Mu Zhaoxue loved to listen to this and smiled beautifully.

"I see, the girl should be so flirting."

Moon God glanced at Zhao Yun, you are an elm bump, you are shameful to my old lady.

According to Xiu'er, being beaten, carrying a pot, being hung on a tree, teasing a girl... is all a kind of practice. The former goddess was high above the world, and it was rare to fall into the world, so he had to have some fun.

"The one called Huadu, come up."

While talking, another person jumped onto the battle platform and landed with a bang.

Naiyi is a shirtless young man, combed his hairy head, burly, sturdy body, bursting aura, muscles like a horned dragon, full of explosive power, at a glance, he knows that he specializes in cultivating the flesh, with a wolf tooth in his hand. It's great, and it's still big, just looking at it, it's all acquaintances.

"What a domineering body." Zhao Yun murmured.

"His name is Barbarian, and he is said to be a branch of the Barbarian clan." Mu Qinghan said, it is not rare to see that there is a jealous color in her beautiful eyes. She really wants to fight Manteng, her chance of winning is by no means more than 30%.

"No wonder." Zhao Yun touched his chin

The barbarians mainly cultivate the flesh, even if it is a branch, it is fierce enough.

The barbarians on the stage have only thin blood of the barbarians. If they are pure, they must be stronger.

Whoosh!

Huadu has already taken the stage, and look at that expression, showing a little lack of confidence.

The aura is very important. The big man on the opposite side is strong enough and depresses him. He has heard of a very famous name, and the foundation is strong enough, and he seems to be almost eloquent.

"It looks a little asymmetrical."

This is what everyone wants to say.

The so-called asymmetry refers to the size of Manteng and Huadu. Manteng is as majestic as a cow, and is more than one head taller than Huadu. Compared with each other, Huadu is like a teenager. You have to look up while standing.

boom!

Man Teng came with his mace, his blood tumbling, violent enough.

Huadu felt his heart trembled, his momentum was exhausted, and he swung his sword into a sword aura.

Man Teng is a man who can't hide without hiding. He sacrificed his body guard Zhenyuan's hard regrets and sharp sword aura. Only a handful of sparks were blown out on his body. He couldn't break his defense at all.

"Eat me a stick."

Although Man Teng is big, his speed is not slow, and he will kill him in a few seconds.

Then, there was the buzzing sound of the mace hitting the air, Ling Tian's stick was so domineering, Huadu's discoloration changed, and it was too late to hide, so he hurriedly raised his sword across his head to block it.

lb! boom! puff!

These three sounds came one after another.

The mace slammed on the long sword sturdily, making a clanging sound, abruptly smashing Huadu, half kneeling on the ground, his throat was sweet, he spurted blood on the spot, and he could hear the sound of broken arm bones.

"It hurts to look at it."

The juniors couldn't help coughing when they saw it.

This is also Huadu. If you change to a disciple with a weaker background, you will be crippled with one shot.

"Broken, break for me."

Huadu gritted his teeth and the true essence was tumbling, but he just couldn't stand the stick. It wasn't because he didn't have enough background, but he was too strong. A mace pressed against him, not to mention that it was difficult to get up.

"Can't fight."

Master Huadu sighed, it was his disciple's bad luck.

When he fell silent, Huadu accepted the true yuan and gave up resistance, "I... admit defeat."

This is a wise move.

It won't work if you don't admit defeat, the combat power is not a level at all.

With this vitality, it is better to save the strength in order to advance from the wild card.

"It's boring."

Man Teng curled his mouth, didn't make much effort, and went down with his mace.

A branch of the barbarian family! He has a wild temperament, walks with wind, and his steps are heavy. With his head and his strength, he smashed out with one stick, and few of the same rank can hold it.

"It's good to admit defeat to him." Mu Qinghan took a deep breath.

I don't know if he was talking to himself or talking to Zhao Yun beside him.

The truth is true. The new disciples who have been in the sect have been able to do stubbornly. I am afraid that there are only those enchanting evildoers. Chu Wushuang counts as one, Yinbing body counts as one, don't think of them! It's probably fine too.

"No accident, I can get the top ten." Zhao Yun guessed like this.

The premise is that Man Teng does not encounter those few talents, which naturally includes him.

"I... abstained."

Then, there was a timid word.

He is a male disciple, looks quite Zhouzheng, and his background is not weak. However, his opponent is too strong, and he is facing Chu Wushuang. The master has explained that if he meets Chu Wushuang, he will directly abstain.

"Really interesting." Too many elders coughed dryly.

During this period, many people looked at Chu Wushuang, but she was sitting still like a mountain.

Since coming to this meeting place, people have not even opened their eyes, knowing that the opponent is her, or abstaining, this is a terrifying power, it is also the legendary force, her aura of the proud woman of heaven, It was dazzling and dazzled all the younger generations present, including the old disciples.

"For you, which one is stronger and weaker?" Zhao Yunxin muttered.

To be honest, he was not sure of victory, at least not in the real spiritual realm.

"It's me." Mu Qinghan has gotten up on stage.

Her opponent is a female disciple, full of brilliance.

Zhao Yun glanced at it. Knowing the ending, the female disciple's combat power is not weak, but compared to Mu Qinghan, she is still inferior in Taoism, mainly because the female disciple is an auxiliary martial artist and is not good at fighting.

The facts are as he expected.

Since the war, Mu Qinghan has the upper hand.

On the other hand, the female disciple, although her body is elegant, she is controlled everywhere, far from Mu Qinghan's opponent, a secret technique, quite gorgeous, but it has no substantive power, it is difficult to stop Mu Qinghan.

Hey!

After fighting for less than ten rounds, the female disciple sighed and conceded directly. Zhao Yun saw it right. She is an auxiliary martial artist. If she cooperates, she can be regarded as a nanny and blood for teammates. If she is alone, there will be no front row. She is a living target for hurt.

Mu Qinghan was promoted as he wished.

In terms of luck, she is also pretty good.

In the first round, Zhao Yun abstained and gave her a taboo directly; in the second round, the opponent was an auxiliary martial artist, who was absolutely crushed by combat power. Before he did his best, he forced the opponent to admit defeat and win easily.

"Luoxia Peak Qingyao and Zizhu Peak Jihen, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong made a high pitch, and every time he called the name Ji Hen, he was particularly loud.