Breaking into another world with the system

Before the sun rose in the morning, Fengxuemen started another busy day.

At this time, many people have gathered in the square. Although most of them are not qualified to participate in the arena competition, being able to witness the competition between the strong men of the sect may be helpful to them. Who can explain clearly about cultivation?

Woolen cloth.

After Luo Tian practiced for a night, he had a clearer understanding of his own cultivation. He was very confident that he could achieve good results in the arena competition.

"Well, you stay in this room today and you can't go anywhere. This meat is enough for you." Luo Tian got a bunch of meat from somewhere and threw it to the old madman. He was going to participate in the competition today.

, naturally have no time to take care of the old madman, afraid of him

When he caused some trouble, he went to the kitchen to find some meat for him. However, this really shocked the disciples in the kitchen. The meat he put together was as big as a pig. There was really nothing Luo Tian could do.

, this old madman is too good to eat.

"Hehe, meat...meat..." The old madman danced like a child who got candy, picked up a piece and started to chew it.

…

I don’t know when five competition venues have been built in the center of the square. There is one in the middle of the square, and the remaining four are at the four corners of the middle one. The entire square does not seem crowded because of these five arenas. Not far from the arena, there are

There is a rostrum. At this time, the elders of Fengxue Sect are already sitting in their respective positions. Only the middle one is empty. It is obvious that it belongs to the sect leader.

"Who do you think will win the championship this time?"

"That must be Senior Brother Ling Yunling. He is already at the late eighth level of the Peiyuan Realm. Who can defeat him?"

"I'm still optimistic about Senior Brother Mo Linmo."

"I remember that there was a person who was the last one to come out of the ancient building yesterday. His name seemed to be Luo Tian, ​​right? He was also from the Seventh Martial Peak. You said he..."

"There may be an element of luck in the ancient building, but this arena competition is all based on strength!" The disciples watching the battle below were talking a lot, guessing who would win the championship, but most people were still optimistic about Ling Yun and Mo Lin. After all,

The strength is there.

…

At this time, Feng Feiyang flew towards the rostrum from a distance. The disciples below saw the sect master coming and knew that the horse racing was about to begin, so they gradually became quiet.

Feng Feiyang fell down in the middle of the podium and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Our Fengxue Sect has inherited so far, and has produced countless powerful people. Under the blessing of our ancestors, you are able to practice in Fengxue Sect with peace of mind. Now is the time to test your cultivation results. You must go all out to achieve great results.

We Fengxue Sect disciples should have the momentum to carry forward Fengxue Sect in the future! The future world is the stage for your generation!"

"Ho, ho!!!"

Feng Feiyang's words ignited the enthusiasm of the Fengxue Sect disciples.

"Okay, no more nonsense, the arena competition begins now. Every participating disciple comes forward."

As soon as Feng Feiyang finished speaking, a hundred disciples came out of the crowd and lined up in five rows and five columns.

"The rules of the competition were explained yesterday, so we adopted a one-on-one elimination system. There will be two games today. 100 will enter 50 in the morning, and 50 will enter 5 in the afternoon. Later I will throw out a hundred bamboo slips, each with a number on it. You guys

Everyone grabs a bamboo slip, and number 1 will compete with number 2, number 3 will compete with number 4... and so on, are you all clear?"

"Clear!" The one hundred disciples answered neatly.

Feng Feiyang flicked his sleeves, and there were a hundred bamboo slips in the sky. A hundred disciples below jumped up one after another to grab the bamboo slips. Luo Tian was not in a hurry, he would always have his own anyway. When he looked up, there happened to be a bamboo slip beside him.

From the sky above, he used his spiritual power to suck it in. But when he wanted to see himself

But I couldn't tell clearly what date it was. The bamboo slips were wrapped in a ball of spiritual energy and the numbers on them couldn't be seen. This was naturally set up by Feng Feiyang to prevent those with evil intentions from cheating. After everyone got the sign,

The spiritual power above suddenly dissipated, and everyone could clearly see the number on the sign.

Luo Tian sighed with emotion. This is the power of the Wuzong realm, and the control of spiritual power has reached this level.

"No. 1, I am No. 1"

"I am number 38, why do I feel so disadvantaged..."

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Luo Tian looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, No. 66, so the one he was fighting was No. 65. He hoped it wasn't Senior Brother or Ge Lin.

The five arenas are all marked with numbers, from one to five, and referees have already boarded the arena. In order to prevent accidents, referees are still needed. These referees are all experts in the Wuzong realm. For the competition between players in the Peiyuan realm,

Of course I can handle it.

At this time, numbers 1 to 10 have already entered their respective arenas. Luo Tian is not in a hurry. He is number 66 anyway, so it is still early.

Luo Tian accidentally scanned the ring and found that Ling Yun was actually on the third ring, so he should be number 5 or 6. Luo Tian also knew that he had robbed something that belonged to Zhao Zhiyi. He would definitely not let him go, maybe

He just relied on Ling Yun to save his face. Even without this incident, the grievances between the Seventh Martial Peak and the Fourth Martial Peak would not be left behind.

So Luo Tian already regards Ling Yun as a strong opponent.

Standing opposite Ling Yun was someone from the Luoshui Alliance. Although Luo Tian didn't know his name yet, he also knew that he already had the strength of the fourth level of the Peiyuan Realm, otherwise he would not have entered the Gelin Selection.

The twenty-strong list was selected. Although this monk had little chance of winning against Ling Yun, Luo Tian was still watching the upcoming match, perhaps able to see a bit of Ling Yun's strength.

The monk standing opposite Ling Yun was also extremely depressed. He was finally able to participate in the arena competition, but as soon as he came up, he met someone who might win the championship. However, he did not give up directly. As a member of the Luoshui League, he could not lose his momentum.

, and what he is good at is defense. He believes that with his defense, he can still persist on stage for a while.

"Both sides retreat...get ready...start!" The referee announced the start of the game when the distance between the two sides was more than ten meters.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, this monk from the Luoshui League released his spiritual power, creating layers of air shields around him. It was obvious that he had just come up and went all out. What he did was obviously

It's very stupid. If the opponent doesn't attack and just waits like this, his spiritual power will be exhausted after a while, and then the game will naturally be over. How can he fight without spiritual power?

However, Ling Yun didn't seem to bother waiting. He made a fist with his right hand and concentrated his spiritual power on it, "Overlord Fist!" Ling Yun was very fast. As soon as he finished speaking, his right fist landed on his opponent's chest. One punch, just one punch.

, his opponent flew off the ring. Luo Tian hurried over, only to find that the monk was out of breath, his chest was dented, and his mouth was bleeding...

"Trash!" Ling Yun glanced at his opponent and said coldly.

"No. 6, Ling Yun wins!" The referee was also shocked. A monk who was good at defense was actually punched to death.

At this time, Ge Lin had already ran over, "Referee, Ling Yun violated the rules of the game, you should punish him!"

"He did not violate the rules. His opponent did not admit defeat, nor was he killed when he was seriously injured. Instead, he went all out. This kind of accident is inevitable."

"But……"

Ge Lin wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Luo Tian. "It's useless to tell the referee. Take this brother away and give him a proper burial. Please explain to the brothers that if you feel that your opponent is particularly strong, you can admit defeat. If you lose,

Not scary, just afraid..."

Ge Lin nodded, hugged the brother and left. Ling Yun looked at Luo Tian on the stage, stretched out his right hand and tickled him with his index finger. Luo Tian glanced at him, turned around and left.

"Junior brother, are you okay?" At this time, Mo Lin also walked to Luo Tian's side.

"It's okay, Senior Brother. Senior Brother, you have to be careful, this Ling Yun is very strong!" Luo Tian felt very uncomfortable at this time, after all, it was his brother who died.

"Well, it seems that his strength has improved again. You should be careful when you meet him. If it doesn't work, just admit defeat and leave him to me." Molin's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Okay, I'm going to compete first."

Only then did Luo Tian notice that the arena competition was almost over and it was time for the next round of battles.

Mo Lin walked to the fifth ring, and the person he was fighting against was a girl. Looking at them talking on the ring, it was obvious that they knew each other. The girl should be a disciple of the Sixth Martial Peak.

Following the referee's order, the girl had a whip in her hand. As her whip danced, sparks were produced wherever the whip passed. I saw that Mo Lin dealt with it very calmly and just kept dodging.

She didn't mean to take action. The girl waved for a while and seemed to be tired. Her slightly swollen chest rose and fell slightly.

"Junior sister, be careful!" Mo Lin reminded the girl and started to use her spiritual power. As Mo Lin released his palm, the air in front of him was trembling. The speed of the palm shadow was so fast that the girl couldn't dodge at all.

, as the palm shadows lined up on her body, her body flew back uncontrollably, and finally just landed on the ring.

"I agree!" Mo Lin said with his fists clasped.

The girl looked at herself in the audience, smiled bitterly, clasped her fists at Mo Lin and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo, for showing mercy!"

"No. 20, Mo Lin, wins," the referee said calmly.

Luo Tian was very happy to see his senior brother win. With that palm just now, it showed how powerful his senior brother was. It just made the girl fall to the ground without really hurting him. I hope not to encounter senior brother in the previous race.

, Luo Tian prayed silently.

The game went very quickly. Luo Tian waited for an hour and a half, and finally it was his turn to play. At this time, senior brothers, Ge Lin, and Bai Zhan had already advanced.

Luo Tian slowly walked onto the third ring, and at this time his opponent also jumped onto the ring.

The monk opposite Luo Tian was very thin, as if he was malnourished, but he walked on tiptoes, so he must be good at speed.

"Both sides retreat...the game begins..." The referee also seemed very lethargic. In his opinion, games like this are just children's fights. If the sect leader hadn't requested it, he wouldn't be the referee.

It’s better to drink and feel refreshed. (To be continued)