"Chen Chumo abstains, Zou Hu wins!"

"Liu Yunxi abstained, Ji Chutong won!"

"Chen Hua abstains, Su Ye wins!"

"Shangguanhai abstains, Ye Bei wins!"

"Qian Xiaoxiao abstains, Du Chuan wins!"

"..."

In fact, it was not just Lin Fan and Qi Zixiao's opponents who chose to abstain. As the voice of the 'host' kept ringing, young monks one after another chose to abstain.

Among them, without exception, all the opponents of the Saint Son and Saint Lady of the Seven Holy Lands chose to abstain.

Many of these people are monks in the distraction stage, but no one thinks that they can defeat the peerless genius at the level of the Holy Son and the Holy Lady.

There are still some forced numbers.

Otherwise, going on stage, being beaten into a dog and then giving in will only be more embarrassing.

In this way, Saint Qi Zixiao from Purple Mansion, Saint Lu Yao from Yaochi, Ji Chutong from Taiyi, Du Chuan from Taiyi, Jie Chi from Wanfo Sect, Su Ye from Dayan Holy Land, Ye Bei from Beidou Holy Land...

They all win without fighting.

In addition, there are many battles with extremely different strengths, and some people have abstained one after another...

However, although there were many people who abstained, there were even more people who took the stage to start the fight!

Soon, many competition arenas were filled with brilliance and fighting spirit.

As spells roared out one after another, they were also accompanied by the screams of many people...

…

The fortune teller stood on the ring, his eyes were red, as if he had pink eye, which was a bit scary.

Moreover, he didn't even have a hair on his body, he just stood there like this. Although he looked handsome, he was made very monster at this moment.

If people who don't know him meet him, they will definitely not associate him with the divine fortune teller of Zifu Holy Land, but will mistakenly think of him as a great monk from a heretical sect.

"Bald donkey!"

At this moment, the opponent of the fortune teller is waiting. He has a beard on his face and looks very rough. At this moment, he is glaring at the fortune teller and scolding him.

"What kind of monk are you, damn, and why do you look so evil?"

"Could he be a drunkard monk?"

"..."

A few black lines hung from the fortune teller's forehead: "I'm going to bald you, uncle!"

boom!

He punched quickly and violently. Although he was also distracted, the rough man didn't even catch a punch. He was directly hit until he vomited blood and flew backwards...

"Fang Wu, the divine fortune teller, wins!"

…

"Admit defeat!"

Chen Cheng was holding a flying sword and standing on the edge of the ring, with a stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On the opposite side, the opponent in the early stage of the distraction said calmly and with contempt: "There is an insurmountable gap between Nascent Soul and the distraction!"

"If a few more years pass, I won't be as good as you, but now, you can't win!"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Chen Cheng wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth and refused to back down.

"That's the case, no wonder I'm so ruthless."

The other party smiled disdainfully, and when he struck again, he became even more violent...

At this moment, Chen Cheng suddenly felt a stormy wave hitting his face.

The gap in cultivation left her with no choice but to hold on, gritting her teeth and persisting in the opponent's offensive, looking for opportunities...

"It's pretty bearable."

"But, go down!"

The other party snorted coldly, but it was not easy to kill the disciples of Zi Mansion. He charged up and sent out a heavy blow: "Chaan Cloak Sword Technique!"

Sla!

The wind blade swept across from all angles, bringing with it an astonishing sword energy. Chen Cheng felt despair almost instantly.

But at this moment, the other party suddenly frowned, and the originally terrifying swordsmanship paused for an instant, revealing a small flaw...

And this is the opportunity that Chen Cheng has been waiting for for a long time!

"Ziyun Yijian!"

choke!

Regardless of her injuries, she actually held a flying sword and merged her human sword into one, rushing through the many wind blades and accurately seizing the opportunity to force the opponent back, causing the offensive to instantly collapse.

"damn it!"

The other party scolded her in a low voice: "Last night, that doggy sneak attack injured me. I haven't fully recovered yet, so I made some mistakes."

"However, that's it for you. I won't give you any respite from now on..."

"Um?!"

He didn't finish his words.

boom!!!!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred at my feet.

The power was not particularly powerful, and it would not kill him, but the astonishing impact still blew him out of the arena in an instant...

"Chen Cheng wins."

The referee announced the result immediately.

"Damn!!!!"

The opponent's face turned green and he gritted his teeth: "If I had not been injured, how would I have given you a chance!!!!"

regret!

At this moment, I feel extremely regretful! I had known it~~~

If so~

if~

If I wasn't so stingy, took the elixir, and fully recovered from my injuries, how could there be a flaw in my sword technique and let her succeed?!

What else can I do but regret?

But at the same time, he couldn't help but be frightened.

"Just now, what exploded at my feet seemed to be...a pill?!"

Pill, explosion???

His mind was buzzing, and his legs were slightly injured. Thinking back on it now, he felt even more confused...

Aren't the elixirs meant to be eaten?

How can it explode and hurt people?!

…

On the other side, Zhou Yining's opponent also received almost the same treatment...

As Qi Zixiao's guardian disciples, their strength is naturally not weak, and they are also the best among the same level.

Although their opponents are at a higher level, they can still endure for a while.

Then……

The other party's 'arrogance' will bring about their own consequences.

Do you think that when a monk is facing the peak of Nascent Soul, he should not worry about it. A minor injury is nothing to worry about. It is not worth wasting his elixir at all?

pity……

These Yuanying monks are stronger than they imagined.

…

"Oh, I have to die, I have to die, I have to die..."

Fan Jianqiang screamed all the way and ran around the ring, as if he had been beaten until he was dizzy.

This scene provoked many people to shout angrily.
To be continued...