Kyushu Daoist Master

In the second round, Yang Ze finally advanced.

Under his questioning, none of the other eight people dared to stand up and fight him. The other disciple with the ninth stage of true energy on the stage was easily defeated by Yang Ze. If it were them, how could they be Yang Ze's opponent? If they fought, the end might be even more miserable.

With such a mentality, they dared not fight with Yang Ze.

In this round, Yang Ze had no pressure to win at all. There were no strong enemies, which made him feel relieved and defeated the deputy leader of Yishuimen.

Thinking of Yishuimen, Yang Ze felt a little pity. It was a pity that he could not meet more people from Yishuimen, otherwise he would have dealt with them all.

However, he thought of Shui Ziming again. With Shui Ziming's strength, it should be no problem for him to enter the top 100 registered disciples. Maybe he would have a chance to fight Shui Ziming later.

Thinking of Shui Ziming, Yang Ze clenched his right hand tightly. If he defeated Shui Ziming, he would become one of the top registered disciples.

Exhaling a breath, Yang Ze looked around. Most of the arenas were still fighting fiercely. There was almost no one who finished a battle as quickly as Yang Ze.

It was not until an incense stick of time passed that the fighting on all the arenas stopped.

After two rounds of fierce fighting, there were only 6,000 registered disciples left out of hundreds of thousands. Among the 6,000 people, the lowest cultivation level was 7th stage of true energy.

The 7th stage of true energy who could hold on until now were all 7th stage of true energy who had their own trump cards. Otherwise, they would not be able to defeat those high-level warriors.

In addition to them, there were some registered disciples who could hold on until now. The aura they exuded was even higher than the 9th stage of true energy. They were all registered disciples of the half-step first rank. They usually hid in other places to practice. Only at this time would they take action.

Yang Ze's sight kept scanning the field, looking for Lin Hui's figure.

After borrowing the contribution points that day, he never saw Lin Hui again, and he didn't know how Lin Hui was doing after his retreat, but he believed that Lin Hui must have successfully broken through and was at least an eight-stage true energy master.

Given Lin Hui's mysteriousness, although Yang Ze had never seen Lin Hui take action, he could boldly guess that Lin Hui's strength must be strong and he would not be unable to survive even the first two rounds.

Yang Ze was only afraid of Lin Hui. Even if his cultivation was higher than Lin Hui, he still didn't dare to underestimate Lin Hui.

Shaking his head, Yang Ze threw away the image of Lin Hui in his mind, because at this time Xie Yuan's voice on the high platform came out again, and the whole place was quiet.

There were only 6,000 registered disciples left on the ring now, and the rest of the defeated registered disciples with serious injuries had left here to heal their injuries.

As for the other registered disciples, those who were not seriously injured went to the surrounding stands. The martial arts competition only happened once a year, and they all wanted to take a good look at this competition.

The moment the whole place fell silent, Xie Yuan's voice reached everyone's ears.

"No matter what means you have used, the remaining 6,000 registered disciples have come to this point, which means that you are the strongest among the registered disciples of Qingyang Peak.

However, there are still too many of you now, and there are only 100 of the top 100 registered disciples, so in the next round, only 100 of you will be left."

As soon as Xie Yuan's words spread, everyone in the entire venue, the ring, and the stands began to discuss, and the whole scene was immediately plunged into noise.

Hearing this, even Yang Ze, who was standing on the ring, felt depressed. There is a place in this martial arts competition where there are no rules, that is, the rules change every year, and there is no standard at all, so no one knows what this year's rules are.

As a result, there was another change this year. It was unexpected that the top 100 registered disciples would be decided so soon.

"This year's top 100 registered disciples will be selected from the 6,000 of you, and there is only one rule for the selection, that is, those who can persist in my martial arts can become the top 100 registered disciples!"

Xie Yuan's voice overwhelmed the noise of the whole audience, but when he finished speaking, the whole audience started a bigger noise. This method was too amazing for them.

Xie Yuan was a strong man in the late fifth-grade Qi Hai realm. If he released the pressure of martial arts, I'm afraid no one in the whole audience would be able to persist except for those elders.

Not to mention these registered disciples, under that pressure, they would be crushed into slag directly.

"Don't worry, I won't release all my martial arts pressure, I will let you persist, when there are only 100 people left, I will naturally stop, give you 100 breaths of time to restore your own state to the peak, 100 breaths later, the third round will begin!"

After Xie Yuan explained, he stopped talking. At this time, all the 6,000 registered disciples on the ring sat cross-legged and tried their best to restore their cultivation.

Yang Ze was no exception. Although he was not injured after two rounds, he still practiced the Qi-nourishing Technique to circulate the true energy in his body.

After two battles, his condition was still affected a little, so Yang Ze naturally did not dare to be careless.

After a small cycle of Qi circulation, a pressure suddenly burst out from the high platform, covering the entire six thousand arena.

Yang Ze was sitting cross-legged on the stage, the true energy in his body was running at a very fast speed, and his aura reached an unprecedented peak.

When the pressure fell on him, his aura was directly suppressed.

Under this huge pressure, Yang Ze almost couldn't breathe, and hurriedly urged the Yangqi Jue to the extreme, so that he was not suppressed.

At this time, half of the people in the six thousand arena were directly shocked to death under this pressure and were eliminated instantly.

Xie Yuan did not use his full strength, but the pressure of the fifth-grade warrior, even if it was restrained, was unmatched for these registered disciples who had not even entered the first grade.

Yang Ze struggled to support under this pressure, but after only three breaths, his forehead was already full of sweat, his face was pale, and he looked like he was suffering from great pain.

But Yang Ze gritted his teeth and didn't give up easily. It had come to this point, how could he give up? As long as he could hold on, he would be one of the top 100 registered disciples.

The top 100 registered disciples was the last bottom line he could accept, and it could never be lower than this level. He couldn't be eliminated in this round, not only for himself, but also to avoid embarrassing Ning Teng!

Without saying a word, Yang Ze took a deep breath, and his aura was stable. His body, which had been somewhat hunched by the pressure, stood up again.

Although it was only a little bit, he had used all his strength.

He didn't look at the situation of others, because he didn't have the extra strength to look at others. He could only persist.

The true energy in his body was running fast and consuming fast. The consumption speed was extremely fast. Even if he had the cultivation of the ninth stage of true energy, he couldn't hold on for a few breaths under this high-speed consumption.

At this point, Yang Ze was even more thankful that he had the Black Stone. If it hadn't been for the perfect practice that the Black Stone had given him, which made his true energy far superior to others, he would have probably fallen down in the first impact.

While the registered disciples below were holding on, Xie Yuan, who was sitting on the high platform, had a blank expression on his face. His eyes swept over the registered disciples in the field, and he only glanced at each of them, but he stayed on Yang Ze for a while longer.

With Xie Yuan's eyesight, he could see the fluctuations in Yang Ze at a glance. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he didn't say much, and immediately moved away.

But he stayed there for a while, and was still discovered by other elders, and one of them immediately asked questions.

Xie Yuan didn't say much about the questions of others, but just said: "This boy has only been a student for three months, and he has such a cultivation. He is a promising talent."

As soon as he said this, all the elders looked at Yang Ze. It took three months to cultivate to the ninth level of true energy. It has been many years since Qingyang Peak has produced such a genius.

When they looked over, Xie Yuan's aura fluctuated slightly, and in an instant, the pressure in the arena became stronger. Xie Yuan couldn't help but glance at Yang Ze. On the stage where Yang Ze was, there was an invisible wave.

Just like that, Zhang Chengxuan was the first to discover it. He looked at Xie Yuan deeply, pointed lightly, and an invisible true energy flickered out from his fingertips.

Yang Ze sat cross-legged on the stage, meditating. The true energy in his body was about to be exhausted. The pressure around him suddenly increased again, and his blood and qi in his body rolled, and he almost vomited blood.

Yang Ze immediately thought that this should be because Xie Yuan saw so many people left, and he increased the pressure again.

Before he could bear this pressure, Yang Ze suddenly felt a strong force pressing down on him. This force was a force that he could not bear at all. His qi was interrupted and he was about to fall on the spot.

A warmth came from his chest, stabilizing his body so that he didn't fall down immediately. However, the power did not dissipate, and the warmth in Yang Ze's chest was about to dissipate.

At this critical moment, Yang Ze seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his ears, and the power pressing on his body disappeared. The warmth was powerful, and immediately made his body hold on.

The next breath, the pressure covering the six thousand rings was removed. Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, but the blood in his body couldn't help but surge up, and he fell on the ring.