It was still early, but when Xiao Mo rushed to the outer courtyard square, he saw that the wide white marble square had been built overnight.

The ten arenas are distributed in an orderly manner, each arena has its own independent number, divided into Jia, Yi, B, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui...

Xiao Mo took out the license plate he got yesterday, and saw that it was engraved with "Xin, Ninety-one". Xiao Mo didn't understand what these words meant before, but at this moment he suddenly realized it.

It turns out that the Xin at the front is the number of the ring, and Ninety-one is his own unique number.

Ten arenas are carried out at the same time, so that even if thousands of disciples from the outer academy participate in the competition together, the selection speed will be much faster.

At the front of the ten arenas, there is a tall stone platform, with parasols on it, and several chairs of the Grand Master are arranged in a row. It should be the place where the elders of the outer court and the inner court watch the battle.

Under the ten arenas, hundreds of people gathered together. One of them is the contestants who are about to participate in the arena competition. They all have a solemn face and a little nervous. A small part should be just watching the excitement and seeing the strength of the rest of the people.

Qi Yuanwu, Lu Hongzhuo and others were also among them.

When Xiao Mo saw them gathering in the two arenas A and B, he thought about it, but he still couldn't come over and silently came to the Xin ring he was going to participate in later.

After coming to the audience, his eyes moved, and he saw a big red notice posted below the ring in front of him, which should be the details of the competition and the battle chart. Sure enough, he squeezed into the crowd and came to the big red notice, and Xiao Mo saw the specific rules on it.

Because there are many participants, this small ring list competition is still the same as before, following the previous round of elimination system. Nearly 2,000 disciples of each level were assigned to ten rings in the form of random allocation, and there were about 200 disciples participating in one ring.

These two hundred people each have a license plate, ranging from one to two hundred. Those who call the license plate will go on stage to fight another person. The winner advances, and the loser is eliminated directly, and there is no chance of a rematch.

Two hundred people have to fight a total of 100 battles. At the beginning, because of uneven strength comparison, the elimination speed must be very fast, but one hundred battles will probably take two or three days to complete.

Finally, when each ring determines the top 100, they continue to draw lots, compete, and eliminate them again and again until the top 50, top 25, and top 10 are decided.

When only one hundred people are left in the ten arenas, the top 100 disciples on this year's small ring list will be born. The top 100 disciples will be awarded the title of elite disciples, and their clothes can be tattooed with three silver patterns. They are also known as silver patterns. They will receive a virtual top-grade Xinyuan skill and a reward of ten thousand merits.

The highlight will only come after the top 100 disciples are decided, and the next battle rules will be announced, but that will probably be several days later.

Xiao Mo looked at the battle table below again. Sure enough, he saw the words "Xin, Ninety-one" on it, followed by his name, and the opponent was "Xin, One Hundred and Seventy-five", a male disciple named Yang Yuhun.

However, because Xiao Mo is not familiar with the disciples of the outer courtyard of Zhidao Academy, the only ones he can know now are the top ten golden-patterned disciples on the small ring list and a few familiar disciples. So he doesn’t know who Yang Yuhun is, and he doesn’t know his specific combat power. He can only know when he goes to the ring next time.

Xiao Mo withdrew from the crowd, stood in a corner, and silently waited for the official start of the battle.

There was still some time before the competition, and suddenly, a shocking cheer came from outside the square, and someone shouted: "Look, it's Gu Tianya, Qiu Qiwen, two top experts, finally arrived!"

"Um?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Mo was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look out of the square along the crowd.

Then I saw two disciples, each surrounded by a large group of people, walking towards the square. The man on the left, with a long red-haired spear, wasn’t it the outer courtyard that I met yesterday, ranked second, who is Gu Tianya?

The other one had never seen it before. He had a thin figure and a sickly pale complexion. As his eyes opened and closed, a gloomy breath appeared faintly. The breath on his body was not exposed, and it was not at all under the "Red Flame Gun" Gu Tianya.

As a result, Xiao Mo could not guess that the young man with a pale face and a yin-eyed look should be the third in the outer temple now, Qiu Qiwen, the "Flying Sword" who was taken away by himself.

Finally met him.

These two people came late, but it was normal. The top ten of the previous small ring list were seed disciples in this session. According to the rules, there is no need to participate in the previous battle.

It was not until the fourth round of battle that the top 25 teams in each arena had to select the top 10, and they would participate. They just happened to fill the missing place. The twenty-six people were divided into thirteen groups to compete for the top 10 in each ring.

Because the number one in the small ring list is no longer in the outer courtyard, there are actually only nine people in this kind of sub-stop, so there is a lucky one in the ring, with twenty-five people competing for the top ten, lacking a strong competitor, and the pressure is much less.

However, because I don’t know the group of the nine seed disciples, I don’t know which group I’m lucky. Many people prayed secretly, but I also know that the probability is a bit low, so I can only depend on luck.

The arrival of Gu Tianya, Qiu Qiwen and others should only be the main focus of watching the battle. In the first three rounds of battles, it was unexpected that he would meet them. Xiao Mo also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he did not meet the top ten disciples, he should not have much problem with the rest.

Otherwise, if you meet them directly in the knockout round and are eliminated directly, and you can't even enter the top 100, that would be unfair.

It is probably also the reason why Zhidao Academy directly excluded them and set up nine seed players, because it was really unfair to meet them from the beginning, so I might as well give them some privileges and leave them for later competition.

Time passed by minute by minute. With the arrival of the "Red Flame Spear" Gu Tianya and the arrival of the "Flying Spirit Sword" Qiu Qiwen, the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak, and the other top ten outer courtyards also arrived one after another, getting closer and closer to the opening of the small ring list.

Just at the last quarter of an hour, an elder in purple dress walked onto the rostrum and was about to announce the start of the competition to everyone. Suddenly, Xiao Mo felt cold all over.

His soul's perception was so terrifying that he instantly discovered that someone should be peeping at him from a distance, and his eyes were obviously full of hatred and murderous intent. He moved his heart slightly, turned his head and looked at it, but he couldn't help but be stunned.

Through three arenas, under the T-shaped arena, a young man in white stood there, looking at him with a slight sarcastic look. Xiao Mo looked extremely familiar. Who is Xiao Shenjian who should have been locked in the Chanxin Palace?

He was confined to the public for half a year, and it was only more than two months. Why did he appear here?
Chapter completed!