Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanyu's opponent immediately held his sword in front of him, as if he wanted to defend himself against Lin Wanyu's attack in the next second.

But obviously, he underestimated Lin Wanyu too much.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the long sword in his hand had broken into two halves. Where the sword body broke, there was an extremely flat and smooth cut mark.

But he didn't even have the chance to look closely at the broken mark, because the next second, he felt a long sword pressed against his back.

"You, you failed."

Lin Wanyu said as she stood behind the man with a long sword in her hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man's back.

And after the last experience, he deliberately chose a distance away from the opponent this time. Even if the opponent wanted to suddenly fight back, she was fully confident that she could avoid it without hurting the opponent and herself.

Seeing this scene, Chu Tian, ​​who was sitting in the spectator seats not far away, had a smile on his face.

When the elders of the Blood Demon Sect saw this, they shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The winner has been decided! The winner is Tianji Pavilion, Lin Wanyu!"

Hearing this voice, Lin Wanyu quickly took back the long sword that was pressed against her opponent's back, then saluted the opponent out of respect, and then immediately ran towards Chu Tian who was watching the battle.

Lin Wanyu looked at Chu Tian, ​​her face was a little red, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Chutian naturally knew what the little girl was waiting for, so he raised his hand and touched her head.

"Good job."

After hearing Chu Tian's words, Lin Wanyu immediately looked shy, but there was a hint of secret joy in her eyes.

"What about me, Master? I just brought out the spiritual fruit to heal Wanyu's injuries."

Sakura pulled Chu Tian's clothes and began to ask for credit from Chu Tian with a slightly aggrieved expression.

Chu Tian helplessly patted her on the head, "If you don't cause trouble for me, you're doing me a big favor."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ying immediately pouted and looked at Chu Tian.

When the other monks in the spectator seats saw this scene, they felt sour.

"Damn, I'm so excited to be surrounded by two goddesses like this!"

"Why are the same people so different? I want to reopen!"

"Don't reopen it, otherwise it will be even worse than it is now."

…

The second round of competition ended much faster than the first round.

The first round of competition has exhausted the physical strength of some monks, and not everyone of them has a backer, and not everyone has the sect's elixir to help them regain their strength after the competition.

So in the second match, they could only drag their tired bodies and fight with each other.

If you are lucky and meet a guy who is also exhausted, you might still be able to fight.

But if they are unlucky and encounter someone who has just recovered from taking the elixir, then they will be defeated if they cannot take a few moves.

Ever since, some strange phenomena began to appear in this second round of competition.

For example, there is clearly a difference of five realms in cultivation, but the stronger casual cultivator loses to the weaker sect disciple.

Among them, some casual cultivators may not be weak, and may even be ranked in the top ten in terms of strength, but unfortunately, before they reach the top ten, they lose because of their background.

And everyone gradually realized that this was not a fair competition for everyone.

Here, the word fairness is limited to sect disciples such as Lin Wanyu and Mo Yu and monks with backgrounds.