Eternal gate

"good."

Even though it was an Easter match, the atmosphere was lively.

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

Since it is a duel, there is a winner and a loser.

It is worth mentioning that no one has been able to break the record of Three Seconds Brother so far.

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

With the last person falling off the stage, the first round of the resurrection match also came to an end.

"Those who advance will go on stage to draw lots."

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

In the first half of the showdown, including Youlan who had a bye, 55 people advanced, 54 people played in the resurrection round, 27 people advanced, and in the first round of knockout, 82 people advanced.

This time, no one will get a bye.

Eighty-two qualified candidates have filed on stage and lined up to draw lots.

"Tian Lingling and Earth Lingling, let me draw Ji Hen."

It's the same sentence that some people are nagging about again.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to watch it. During big events, there were always some people who couldn't get over it.

After hearing this, Qing Yao still covered her mouth and snickered. It was also because Zhao Yun hid it so well that she didn't know how scary he was.

"Senior sister, I won't give up if I draw you again." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"It's been so long since I've been here, but I haven't really beaten my junior brother yet." Mu Qinghan whispered with a smile.

"If we really face each other, then we will practice."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, indicating that he had already used his chance to resurrect. If he gave up again, he would be eliminated. If he wanted to get the Awakening Pill, he had to pass all the stages and fight all the way to the first place.

After the drawing of lots, eighty-two jade plaques were hung on the wall.

Just like the first time, some were happy and some were sad. When facing the weaker disciples, they all smiled cheerfully. When facing the stronger disciples, such as Chu Wushuang and Xiao Wunian, their faces were dark and translucent.

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

"I can see it." Zhao Yun glanced at the battle list and then looked elsewhere.

To be precise, he looked at Qingyao.

In this second round of knockout, his opponent is Qingyao.

Qingyao shrugged, still smiling sweetly, it didn't matter to her.

Eighty people left the stage, but two people stayed on the stage: Lin Xie and Yin Hun.

To be honest, they are true love. They bumped into each other in the first round of elimination, and then bumped into each other again in the second round.

Moreover, it is the first one.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Before Wu Xuantong could say anything, the two started to fight.

Since they were both seriously injured after the first round of fighting, neither of them had recovered yet, and neither of them were in peak condition. Even so, the two of them were doing it passionately, and there were cheers and cheers from below.

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

In the ninety-eighth round, he fell off the fighting platform and was seriously injured.

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

"You, wait for me."

Before Lin Xie left, he left these words.

There will be a resurrection match later, and he still has a chance. If he is lucky, he can still advance.

As long as he can advance, he will still have a chance to face Yin Hun.

"I am waiting."

Yin Hun snorted coldly and walked off the platform, unable to walk steadily.

"Come."

Sikong Jiannan shouted loudly and stepped onto the stage in one step, showing off his impressive style.

Whenever he appears, there will always be female disciples with sparkling eyes, mainly because he is so handsome.

Looking at Mu Zhaoxue, he looked around to see which female disciples he was looking at. His beautiful eyes were still burning with fire: He has a wife, and she stays there wherever she can. If I offend my mother, I will get angry.

"Luck is really important." Zhao Yun muttered.

The person Yuanyin faced off against Sikong Jiannan was far from a match for Jiannan.

If a person is handsome and has good luck, you may be angry or not.

A battle without suspense has its own suspenseful ending.

Within a dozen rounds, Sikong Jiannan slashed his opponent with one sword and advanced as expected.

His wife was not so lucky. She faced Xiao Wu Nian, who gave up without a fight. There was a resurrection match later, so she still had a chance. If she was lucky, she could advance.

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

Sikong Jiannan had a way of coaxing his wife, and he said it with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Everyone who listened gave Sikong Jiannan a sidelong look. Zhaoxue couldn't beat Wu Nian, and you were far behind. However, Zhaoxue loved hearing this and smiled as brightly as a flower.

"See, this is how a girl should flirt."

Moon God glanced at Zhao Yun, you are a piece of wood, you are a total embarrassment to my mother.

According to Xiu'er, being beaten, taking the blame, being hung on a tree, flirting with girls... are all a kind of practice. The goddess of the past was aloof and rarely fell into the mortal world, so she had to have some fun.

"The man named Huadu, come up."

While talking, another person jumped onto the fighting platform and landed with a thud.

He is a shirtless young man with a slicked back hair. He has a burly figure and a heroic body. His aura is quite explosive. His muscles are like a horned dragon, showing his explosive power. At a glance, you can tell that he specializes in physical training. He is carrying a wolf fang. It’s great, and it’s a large size. It looks familiar just by looking at it.

"What a domineering body." Zhao Yun murmured.

"His name is Man Teng, and I heard he is a branch of the Barbarian clan." Mu Qinghan said. It is not difficult to see that there is fear in her beautiful eyes. If she really wants to face Man Teng, her chance of winning will never exceed 30%.

"No wonder." Zhao Yun touched his chin

The barbarians specialize in the physical body, and even if they are a branch of the body, they are fierce enough.

Man Teng on the stage only has thin barbarian blood. If he were pure, he would definitely be stronger.

Whoosh!

Hua has already stepped onto the stage, and looking at his demeanor, he seems to be lacking in confidence.

Momentum is very important. The aura of the big guy opposite is domineering enough, which makes him feel quite depressed. He has heard the name Man Teng, and his foundation is strong enough. He seems to be almost a Taoist.

"It looks a little asymmetrical."

This is what everyone in the room wants to say.

The so-called asymmetry refers to the heights of Man Teng and Hua Du. Man Teng is as majestic as an ox and is more than a head taller than Hua Du. Comparing the two, Hua Du is like a young boy, and he has to look up when he stands there.

boom!

Man Teng came wielding the mace, his energy and blood boiling, and he was quite violent.

Hua Du suddenly felt his heart trembling, his momentum was completely gone, and he swung his sword to unleash a sword energy.

Man Teng is a man, and he doesn't even try to hide. He sacrificed his body-protecting true energy, and the sharp sword energy struck him, only a handful of sparks were wiped out, but it couldn't break his defense at all.

"Take a stick from me."

Although Man Teng was big, his speed was not slow and he could kill him in a matter of seconds.

Then, there was the buzzing sound of the mace hitting the air. Ling Tian's strike was unparalleled. Huadu's expression changed and he could no longer hide. He hurriedly raised his sword across his head to block it.

pound! boom! puff!

These three sounds came one after another.

The mace hit the sword firmly, making a clanging sound, and smashed Huadu so hard that he half-knelt on the ground. His throat felt sweet, blood spurted out on the spot, and the sound of broken arm bones could be heard.

"It hurts to look at it."

When the juniors saw this, they couldn't help coughing.

This is also Huadu. If it were a disciple with a weaker foundation, he would be crippled with one blow.

"Break it, break it for me."

Hua Du gritted his teeth, his true energy surged, but he just couldn't withstand the blow. It wasn't because he didn't have enough foundation, or because Man Teng was too strong. The mace pressed him down. Not to mention fighting, it was difficult to even get up.

"Can't fight."

Master Huadu sighed, it was his disciple who was unlucky.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huadu accepted the true energy and gave up resistance, "I... admit defeat."

This is a wise move.

It's no good if you don't admit defeat, the combat power is not on the same level at all.

With this energy and blood, it is better to conserve strength in order to advance from the resurrection competition.

"It's boring."

Man Teng curled his lips, not feeling very happy, and went down carrying the mace.

A branch of the barbarian lineage! He has a savage temperament, and walks with wind and heavy steps. With his size and strength, not many people at his level can bear it when he swings out a stick.

"If you face him, just admit defeat." Mu Qinghan took a deep breath.

I don't know if he said this to himself or to Zhao Yun beside him.

The truth is true. The new disciples who have joined the sect are probably the only ones who can defeat Man Teng. Chu Wushuang counts as one, Yinbing Body counts as one, and Wu Nian and the others! Most likely.

"No surprise, I can get in the top ten." Zhao Yun guessed.

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

"I... abstain."

Then, there were timid words.

He is a male disciple with a decent appearance and good foundation. However, his opponent is too strong. He is facing Chu Wushuang. His master has told him that if he encounters Chu Wushuang, he will give up directly.

"It's really interesting." Too many elders coughed dryly.

During this period, many people were looking at Chu Wushuang, but she was sitting as steady as a mountain.

Since arriving at this venue, no one has even opened their eyes. Knowing that her opponent is her, she has given up. This is the intimidating power, the legendary strength, her aura of the proud woman of heaven, It was so dazzling that all the juniors present, including the old disciples, were dazzled.

"Who is stronger or weaker against you?" Zhao Yunxin murmured.

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

"It's my turn." Mu Qinghan had already stood up and stepped onto the stage.

Her opponent was a female disciple, whose whole body was filled with brilliance.

Zhao Yun took a look and knew that the outcome was known. The female disciple was not weak in combat power, but compared to Mu Qinghan, she was still inferior to Mu Qinghan. The main reason was that the female disciple was an auxiliary martial artist and was not good at fighting.

The truth was as he expected.

Since the beginning of the war, Mu Qinghan has had the upper hand.

On the other hand, although the female disciple's body skills are elegant, she is restrained in every aspect. She is far from Mu Qinghan's opponent. The secret skills of each sect are quite brilliant, but without substantial power, it is difficult to stop Mu Qinghan.

Why!

After only ten rounds of fighting, the female disciple sighed and gave up. Zhao Yun was right. She was an auxiliary martial artist. If she cooperated, she could be regarded as a wet nurse, replenishing the health of her teammates. If she fought alone, she would not have a front row. When it comes to taking damage, she is a living target.

Mu Qinghan advanced as he wished.

In terms of luck, she is pretty good.

In the first round, Zhao Yun abstained and directly gave her a taboo; in the second round, his opponent was an auxiliary martial arts cultivator. His combat power was absolutely crushing. He forced the opponent to admit defeat before even using his full strength, and he won easily.

"Qingyao from Luoxia Peak and Ji Hen from Zizhu Peak, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong gave a high-pitched voice, which was especially loud every time he called Ji Hen's name.