Ling tripod

Under the worshipful gazes of the beasts on the stands, Chu Yan walked down the ring with a bitter smile. He didn't expect that the main reason why Li Rouran targeted him was because of his father.

"Dad, it seems that you were also a romantic knight in the past!"

Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. According to Li Rouran, his master Li Qingmiao loved Chu Yan's father Chu Changtian for hundreds of years, but Chu Changtian was loyal to him and only had Chu Yan's mother Wang Qingrou as his dual cultivation partner in his life, which made Li Qingmiao still a lonely man.

"Huh?"

As soon as Chu Yan walked down the ring, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and then walked towards the direction of the smell...

Ring No. 7.

"You... I'm going to kill you!"

A young man roared, one of his arms was completely stained with blood and fell down, and there were dozens of bloody wounds on his body.

As he spoke, a silver hook weapon smashed towards the person opposite.

The person opposite was wrapped in a black robe, with a silver evil ghost mask on his face. It was the ghost leader.

"Hiss... I'll take your life!"

The ghost leader sneered, and a sinister aura emanated from his body.

"Swoosh!"

A blood-red long sword flew out of the storage bag on his waist at a high speed.

On the stands.

Yan Tianlong and Qi Tianlie sat together to watch the competition.

"Blood-refined magic weapon!"

Yan Tianlong said immediately when he saw the blood-red long sword.

The so-called blood-refined magic weapon is a magic weapon that is completely nurtured by blood essence. Such a magic weapon only needs a little spiritual power to activate, but Qu needs a lot of blood essence to nurture it every day.

The power of the blood-refined magic weapon is greater than that of the best magic weapon, but the only disadvantage is that the blood-refined magic weapon is too closely connected with the owner's mind, so as long as the blood-refined magic weapon is damaged a little, the owner will be seriously injured.

"Haha, Senior Brother, you have good eyesight!"

Qi Tianlie smiled lightly, but he was very proud in his heart. With the current strength of Ghost Head, it would be easy to defeat the opponent.

"Junior Brother Qi, your disciple is too cruel!"

It goes without saying that the disciple who fought against Ghost Head was a disciple of Pan Tianfeng.

"Senior Brother Yan, the competition is nothing more than winning or losing, so how can there be a difference between cruelty and not cruelty!"

Qi Tianlie said lightly, but he didn't care about Yan Tianlong's words. On the day of the assessment in Feilong Peak, Yan Tianlong came with the law enforcement team and beat Qi Tianlie with a hundred sticks without mercy. At this time, Qi Tianlie still held a grudge in his heart.

When Qi Tianlie thought of this, he was so angry that his teeth itched, but he was not a match for Yan Tianlong, a pervert. Now the opponent's disciple was defeated by his own disciple, how could he not be happy.

"Dang!"

The blood-red long sword shone with blood, and it cut off the silver hook like a dead tree and rotten wood, and it continued to move forward, directly chopping off the head of the Pan Tianfeng disciple.

"Puff!"

The disciple's top-grade magic weapon was destroyed, his mind was seriously damaged, and he spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood. He no longer had the strength to fight.

However, at this time, the blood-red long sword was only half a meter away from his head.

"I admit defeat..."

"Too late!"

A gloomy and cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed everywhere, and the blood-red long sword pierced the head of the Pan Tianfeng disciple. The disciple did not have the opportunity to finish the three words "I admit defeat" before he died.

The cold body fell to the ground, and no expression could be seen on the ghost-headed evil ghost mask.

Everyone in the stands was a little dazed. Although life-and-death struggles were not prohibited in the competition, as disciples of the Yuhua Sect, no one would be willing to take someone's life without deep hatred. Although the weak are the prey of the strong in the world of immortal cultivation, they would not fight to the death in the sect. What the ghost leader did was a bit too much.

"You taught a good disciple!"

Yan Tianlong snorted coldly, and his heart was full of anger as he threw his robe away.

Qi Tianlie sneered, feeling very happy.

"What a vicious method, but this breath is really familiar!"

Chu Yan looked at the ghost leader and muttered to himself. At the same time, the ghost leader seemed to feel that Chu Yan was looking at him and turned his head to Chu Yan.

A demon mask faced Chu Yan. Chu Yan could feel the strong murderous intent under the mask. At this time, the other party was sneering.

The draw for the third round of eliminations began. This round of eliminations was also a competition for the top ten. The ten winners would enter the top ten of the sect competition, receive generous rewards, and have the opportunity to continue to participate in the next top ten ranking battle!

At this time, sixteen of the twenty people who emerged from the two rounds of eliminations were seeded disciples, and only Chu Yan, two disciples from Pantian Peak, and one disciple from Jiuzhuan Peak successfully advanced as non-seeded disciples.

There are always many coincidences in the world, such as the lot Chu Yan drew.

"Ring No. 10, Chu Yan from Feilong Peak vs. Gui Shou from Feilong Peak!"

The referee's loud words kicked off the third round of eliminations.

Gui Shou was watching Chu Yan from a distance.

Chu Yan raised his lips slightly.

Want to kill me? Then come on!