Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zihuang laughed and said: "Brother Zhang is not even afraid of corpse beasts. Compared with me, I'm afraid he has to give in a lot."

Zilan said in surprise: "Is it so powerful?"

"How can the people I make friends with be ordinary? By the way, Brother Zhang, where is that Taoist brother?"

Zihuang still remembered Jia Youde. In his eyes, that wretched Taoist priest was also hiding his secrets.

"I don't know, he and I are not together. Brother Zihuang is also here to participate in the competition?" Zhang Yifeng frowned. He had never been able to see through Zihuang, and his intuition told him that Zihuang should be very powerful.

Before Zihuang could speak, Zilan hummed and said: "My third brother even refused the invitation from that sect, so why would he care about a small hero competition? My third brother's talent is second to none in the entire Hidden Sect. Who dares to claim to be number one! Shi Feiyan of the Shi family is not qualified either."

"Shi Feiyan..."

Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. Shi Feiyan had met him several times, and he was a little wary of this woman riding a flying magic weapon. Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyan's talent was not as good as Zi Huang's. Moreover, what kind of sect is the sect that Zi Lan is talking about?

Hidden door, are there some hidden existences that he doesn't know about?

"Little sister, don't praise your third brother, at least don't say that in front of Brother Zhang. Speaking of Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while, and you seem to be a lot stronger."

Zihuang's eyes have been staring at Zhang Yifeng. If you look closely, you will find that his eyes are light purple. It seems extremely weird.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "It has indeed improved a bit."

Zihuang laughed loudly: "Brother Zhang, I wish you the best. The semi-finals are about to start, so I won't disturb you. Big brother, little sister, you also go and adjust your breath. I will give it to you in the stands later. come on"

After Zi Huang finished speaking, he turned around and went to the stands.

The two Zi Rui brothers also said goodbye to Zhang Yifeng and returned to their own team.

Soon, the morning sun rose, and the first ten people at the entrance of the Eighth Hall arrived.

The rematch is about to begin.

At this moment, an old man walked up on the ring.

"The time has come. There are a total of eighty disciples participating in the rematch this time. As usual, the rematch will be held for three days. Your opponents will all be decided by drawing lots. I wish you good luck."

The old man's voice was hoarse and ethereal, but it was full of awe-inspiring flavor. His cultivation is definitely not weak.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a box appeared in the center of the arena, filled with eighty bamboo sticks.

The rules of the rematch are different from those of the preliminary round and will be held for three days.

On the first day, the top ten will be determined.

On the second day, the top five will be determined.

On the third day, the top three will be decided.

The purpose of this is, firstly, to allow the contestants to have enough time to rest, and secondly, to make money! After all, you have to buy a new ticket every time.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng came to the box and randomly pulled out a lottery ticket with the word forty engraved on it. In other words, he was the last to fight.

Originally, Zhang Yifeng thought that the rules of the semi-finals were the same as those of the preliminary round, a competition between ten and ten people.

But in fact, he was wrong. In the big arena, circles had already been drawn.

Each circle is about two meters.

Numbers are written on the circle, from one to forty, which means that eighty people will fight together, and the top forty will be decided in one breath!

Sure enough, the elder's voice confirmed his guess.

"Please go to the corresponding fighting circle according to your number and prepare to start fighting."

Eighty people, fighting together. Definitely saves time.

Zhang Yifeng lowered his head and looked for circle number 40 on the ring, and finally found fighting circle number 40 far away.

"I don't know who will be my opponent."

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Yifeng's lips. No matter who was his opponent, he would not show mercy.

In the rematch, he must fight his way out.

In order to seize a city, if gods stand in the way, they will kill the gods, and if Buddha stands in the way, they will kill the gods.

He wants to decide on Wangcheng's identity card.

At this time, there was no one in circle No. 40. It seemed that no one else had drawn the same bamboo stick.

Zhang Yifeng had nothing to do and turned around to look at the nearby circle. He found that there was a young man standing in circles No. 39 and No. 38, both waiting for their opponents to arrive.

Zhang Yifeng doesn't know these young men, but the young men who can participate in the semi-finals are not weak. These people who look familiar may be a well-hidden dark horse.

No matter which world there is, there is no shortage of geniuses. Some geniuses are usually forbearing, but only at critical moments will they burst out with amazing fighting power.

He himself is one of them.

At this time, all the disciples who had drawn lots were feeling very anxious. They just hoped not to meet the first or second person at the entrance of the Eighth Hall. Otherwise, there is no chance of entering the top 40.

"It's started, it's started!"

Compared to the anxious and uneasy mood of the participants, the spectators under the ring were much more relaxed. They wished that the battle would start early, and then there would be a battle that would excite them and make their blood boil.

At this moment, all the spectators were in a restless mood.

On the ring, the bamboo sticks have been drawn, and everyone is walking towards their respective rings. In some rings, two people are already standing on them.

At this time, a young man walked slowly towards Circle No. 40. His eyes were calm, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Look, it's Liu Xiaohu! He's walking towards Circle No. 40."

"Liu Xiaohu is the number one person in the Flame Hall. Who is his opponent? Hey, it's that Zhang Yifeng just now!"

"It's probably a tragedy for this Yifeng. He met the first person in the hall in the first battle. He probably won't even make it into the top forty."

"Zhang Yifeng?"

Finally, Liu Xiaohu stopped in front of Circle No. 40.

"It's really circle number 40."

"Will there be a miracle next? Does Zhang Yifeng really have the capital, or is he just trying to please others?"

The spectators became nervous, and he found that they were actually looking forward to Zhang Yifeng's battle!

"Do you know me?" Zhang Yifeng looked at the young man and his body trembled.

"You were so arrogant just now, even if I don't know you. Although I want to teach you a lesson, you are lucky. I am not from this circle."

Liu Xiaohu spoke calmly, then turned and walked into Circle No. 39.

"I'll go! It's not Circle No. 40!"

The disciples who had been paying attention to the two men were instantly disappointed. They originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but they did not expect that Liu Xiaohu just said hello to Zhang Yifeng.

It's as uncomfortable as being interrupted in the middle of peeing.

"Hey, don't be disappointed. Look, someone is here again. That person seems to be Ye Bohu, the third member of the Flame Hall."

Suddenly, there was a sound of surprise in the crowd. Everyone looked up and saw another young man walking towards the circle where Zhang Yifeng was. Someone had sharp eyes and recognized his identity. The third young man of Flame Hall, Ye Bohu! That is, the young hero who had an affair with Zhang Yifeng just now.