"Bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

On the Xin ring, two young men in white were crisscrossed and kept making moves. Their strength was quite impressive, and they were hard to tell.

Xiao Mo looked up and saw that one of the two people was in the early stage of the fifth level of the Xiaoyao Realm and the other was in the middle stage of the fifth level of the Xiaoyao Realm. The strength gap was not big, no wonder the battle situation was so stalemate.

However, after dozens of moves, the disciple in the middle stage of the fifth level of the Xiaoyao Realm was even stronger. Take a chance and win the battle with one move.

The disciple of the early fifth level of the Xiaoyao Realm was full of depravity and retreated from the arena with unwillingness. On this side, the blue-clothed deacon standing on the side of the ring immediately announced: "Xin Twelve, King Mu will win!"

"yeah!"

Immediately, a cheer sounded from the audience. Judging from the appearance, it was obvious that he was Mu Wangping's friend, and he was most likely from the same team or the same school.

Mu Wangping stepped down from the arena with a proud look on his face, and soon the second group of people went up again.

The battle situation repeats itself, and if someone wins, someone will naturally fail.

The winner is full of spring breeze, while the loser is bitter and bleak. In addition to the first battle, the Xin-type ring has a bit of strength gap because the two sides who are on the field next, and there are even many disciples who are in the third or fourth level of the Happy Realm, just want to meet the world.

These people basically admit defeat as soon as they meet their opponents, so the battle ends quite quickly.

The same is true for the other nine arenas. After just one hour, about dozens of battles were over each arena, and many masters appeared during this period.

Xiao Mo did not pay much attention to the other nine rings. On the 27th round of the Xin ring, a master who made Xiao Mo's eyes lit up, and he was also the first top master in the Xin ring.

When the blue-clothed deacon recited on the ring, "Xin Eighty-six, Lin Chenfeng, Xin One Hundred and Fifty-one, Xiao Xuanchu!"

"Swish!" Two sounds, as the blue-clothed deacon finished speaking, a young man in white flew up the ring from the other side of the ring. Xiao Mo looked up and looked up, he saw the young man in white smiled with a gentle smile on his face, and was very handsome. He was carrying a slender and slender sword with a light yellow dragon-shaped sword hilt behind him.

"Floating Light Sword!"

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mo recognized the person's identity.

Lin Chenfeng, who ranked 30th in the last small arena list, was at the late stage of the sixth level of Xiaoyao Realm and had the title of "From White Clothes".

Although the blue-clothed deacon reported the names of the two, and Lin Chenfeng's opponent had not yet come on stage, Xiao Mo thought at first glance that the young man in white was Lin Chenfeng, not another opponent, Chu Xuanchu, because his famous weapon, Fuguangsword, was too easy to recognize, and the special pressure of the yellow-level Xinyuan soldiers was ineffective.

Although it is not that another disciple of the Academy, Xiao Xuanchu, cannot use a sword, but using a sword, is just like a yellow-level Xinyuan soldier, so it should not be so coincidental. Moreover, the temperament of this young man in white is not far from that of Lin Chenfeng, who imagined by Xiao Mo.

Sure enough, after a full moment, another white-clothed disciple flew onto the ring from the other side. He looked quite handsome, but in terms of momentum and demeanor, he was much inferior to Lin Chenfeng.

After he got on the ring, he looked bitter. He obviously didn't expect that his luck was so bad. He encountered an opponent like "Fu Guang in White" Lin Chenfeng in the first game. You must know that this is a knockout match. If he fails, he will have no chance to rematch again.

And he is quite powerful, and is actually in the early stage of the sixth level of the Xiaoyao Realm. If he is normal, even if he cannot enter the top 100 of the small arena, he can at least play a few rounds and show his face in front of others. If he is lucky, it is not impossible to enter the top 100.

But now...

Seeing his confused look on his face, he was obviously thinking about giving up or having a fight. Looking at the countless pairs of eyes staring at him tightly, he gritted his teeth, and he was still unwilling to give up. After waiting for so long, he finally had such an opportunity to show his skills. How could he miss it?

Even if you fail in the first battle, you should also see your strength and courage.

Therefore, he mustered up the courage and bowed: "Senior Brother Lin, I know I am not your opponent, but I still want to learn about your unique skills in the Wind and Dewless Art. Please give me some advice!"

"Okay, please take action!"

Lin Chenfeng didn't think it was offended when he heard this and replied with a smile.

"In this way, that's offending!"

The young man in white, Xiao Xuanchu shouted softly, and his shoulders moved. A phantom of a red spirit lion appeared above his head, roared, and then turned into a red light and merged into his fist. He punched him hard, and the air was shaken.

However……

"laugh!"

Lin Chenfeng, who was not afraid of the 'From White-Clothing Autumn Light', stood still motionless. His fist was only one foot away from his body, and a blue light suddenly appeared under his feet, and his body flashed. The next moment, a low dragon roar was choked. The yellow-level upper-level weapon floating light sword behind him had been unsheathed at some point and directly crossed the neck of the young man in white-Clothing Xiao Xuanchu.

A biting chill made the young man in white open his eyes wide, and his fist fist froze in the air, without any movement for a while.

The same is true for the audience, quiet, very quiet.

Everyone knows that Lin Chenfeng is very strong and very strong, otherwise he would not be in the top 30 on the previous small ring list. Now, after half a year, his strength has improved again, and he must be stronger than before, but he still didn't expect that he could be so strong that the two are not at the same level at all.

This young man in white, Xiao Xuanchu was also in bad luck. He clearly had the strength of the early stage of the sixth level of the Xiaoyao Realm, but he met the top 30 masters on the small stage. He originally wanted to show his face in front of others, but now he lost all his face.

One move, just one move!

He didn't even walk through Lin Chenfeng's hands and fell into a defeat. If he had known this, he would rather not fight. In that way, he would at least have some face. It would not be embarrassing to be in the top 30 of the small stage and give up and retreat.

But now, he was defeated in front of everyone. If this is spread, even if the opponent is a master like Lin Chenfeng, the white-clothed autumn light, he will probably become a permanent laughing stock in the future. What will the team's partners and friends he makes, think of him in the future?

The young man in white, Xiao Xuanchu's face turned red, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down, and he felt regretful.

But Lin Chenfeng had already withdrawn his sword, hugged him and said, "Take it aside."

The blue-clothed deacon standing on the edge of the ring saw this situation and walked out without mercy, coming to the two of them, announcing that Lin Chenfeng won, Chu Xuanchu lost, and lost the qualification to continue to challenge.

Hearing the words of the blue deacon, Xiao Xuanchu's face turned pale in white, and he stood still, stiff and motionless.

But everyone in the audience didn't want to see him at all. Seeing him standing still for a long time and delaying other disciples from coming on stage, bursts of booing came.

"Get off the stage, why don't you get out of the stage soon!"

The booed people in the audience finally surprised the young man in white. He looked at the crowd in panic in anger, with a contempt expression, and a sudden pain in his heart. With a "whip", he didn't even say a word of farewell. He covered his face and ran off the ring and ran away wildly.

Seeing his expression, the booed even more. On the other side, Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.

No wonder this young man in white is like this. It may be because he has too high expectations for this small ring list. As a result, he died before he succeeded. He was defeated in the first place and was defeated so quickly and neatly, which probably caused a serious psychological shadow.

He was not strong enough, but his psychological endurance was really not good. Once he was defeated, he felt that he had no face to face everyone, so he actually covered his face and fled directly. He stopped watching the battles he had joined, but it was a pity.

If his psychological quality is like this, it will probably be difficult for him to stand up in the future. However, this is the way of cultivation. Only those with a strong mind can reach the end. There are always some people who stop in the middle or simply withdraw, just like sailing against the current, if they do not advance, they will retreat, and finally disappear into the rolling waves.

Anyway, Xiao Mo is not familiar with this young man named Xiao Xuanchu. It is a good thing that he can regain his confidence. If he cannot, it has nothing to do with Xiao Mo, because everyone is walking on this path. Whether he can persist is based on his original intention, others will not be able to help.

Xiao Xuanchu left, Lin Chenfeng won the victory easily, and was qualified to advance to the next round of battle. The blue-clothed deacon announced the beginning of the next battle.

Time passed, and the battles in each ring continued. Under the Xin ring, Xiao Mo saw several young men with great strength, all of whom were among the top 100 members of the small ring. Their opponents either gave up or were defeated and all advanced smoothly.

However, there are fewer experts like Lin Chenfeng, who are in the top 30 in the outer courtyard, and there are only 30 people in total. After all, there are only 20 people left after the top 10 as seed players.

These twenty people were evenly distributed to each ring, and there were only two people. However, in this small ring competition, except for the top ten as seed players, one in one ring, the one behind was randomly distributed, not evenly. This led to some rings, which may have a little more experts, while others may have a little less.

In addition, less than one-third of the 100 battles went on, and it was not surprising that most of the disciples did not come on stage, and it was not surprising that they did not see them.

As for the top ten disciples in the outer courtyard, because they are seed players, they will only play in the fourth round, so Xiao Mo's desire to see their strength is disappointed.

There is no specific battle comparison, and I don’t know how their real strength is for the time being. I can’t compare it with my own strength. However, there is no way to do so. I can only wait until the fourth round and compete for the top 100.

Three hours later, just when Xiao Mo was standing a little tired, finally, as the two disciples decided to win and lose, they each stepped down from the ring. On the front of the ring, the blue-clothed deacon finally read Xiao Mo's name.

"Xin Ninety-one Xiao Mo, for Xin One Hundred and Seventy-five Yang Yuhun, please come to the stage for the two disciples who compete!"

Xiao Mo was cheered up and finally got a little excited. It was coming, and it was finally coming, his first battle.

As soon as he moved, his whole body pulled up in the air, like a soaring goshawk spreading his wings. His opponent, Na Xin 175, the opponent named Yang Yuhun, also flew to the ring from the left of the ring. The two stood apart and looked at their opponents.
Chapter completed!