Early the next morning, Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu arrived at the martial arts training ground, hoping to wait and see if they could meet An Cuili and Ruan Dongci.
As a result, they still underestimated everyone's enthusiasm for the competition.
Looking at the sea of people in front of him that was the same as yesterday, Tang Mo really wanted to ask, don't they all need to sleep?
Not long after, Teacher Ying arrived with the dean and all the saints. Different from yesterday, there were many more saints who arrived today, not only Jiu Lei, but also the Feihua saint who didn't go out much on weekdays.
When Tang Mo saw his master, he grinned and whispered to Fu Yunxiu next to him: "I suddenly felt pressure."
Fu Yunxiu comforted him: "It's okay, others are under greater pressure."
Tang Mo looked around and saw that everyone was paying close attention to their noses and hearts and did not dare to move at all.
How should I put it, it suddenly felt much better. Sure enough, people still need comparison.
"Good morning everyone!" Teacher Ying appeared again holding a loudspeaker, "No one forgot to change their number plates yesterday, right? The third round of elimination is about to begin."
"The number one card will play against the number 101, the number two card will play against the number 102, and so on. In the end, the number one hundred will play against the number two hundred, and the winner will enter the top one hundred." Teacher Ying said: "The rules are simple.
It’s easy to understand, and if you’re ready, the first group can go on stage.”
At the same time, Tang Mo's compass received a message from Yunxi - An Cuili and Ruan Dongci participated in the competition.
Tang Mo smiled slightly, as long as they entered the competition, he just hoped that they would not be eliminated too early.
At this time, the first group came on stage.
Fu Yunxiu raised his eyes and saw that it was Tieshan. The person he was fighting against could not see through his cultivation level. He should be a seventh-level senior.
Tang Mo also remembered this person. He had obvious shortcomings when he played against Fu Yunxiu before. He didn't know what happened now.
On the stage, the two people greeted each other.
"Sixth level of metallicity, Iron Mountain."
"Seventh level earth attribute, Wenhan."
The gong in Teacher Ying's hand rang, and the first group of games began.
Wen Han took the lead in attacking, squatting down and pressing his palm on the ring, and a piece of earth thorn sprang out from the foot of Tieshan.
Tieshan was very experienced in taking on the challenge. The moment the spurs appeared, he jumped up. His feet were coated with a layer of metallic color. When he fell, he stood firmly on the spurs.
Immediately, he clapped his hand on his chest, and the golden spiritual power surged into a dozen arrows, shooting towards Wen Han in the blink of an eye.
The speed of the arrows was very fast. Wen Han was startled and built a wall of earth in front of him. The arrows made "duh" sounds and all got stuck on the wall.
Wen Han hid behind the earth wall and used his secret technique. The earth spiritual power in the air became restless and gathered from all directions. In just one breath, a hill formed above the arena and smashed towards the iron mountain with full power.
Tang Mo exclaimed: "Wow, this is so foul."
Hearing this, Fu Yunxiu glanced at her lightly, "Who can compare with you in terms of fouls?"
Tieshan's face was solemn, but not to be outdone, he clasped his hands together and used his secret method to form a cone. The cone quickly rotated and rushed up the hill with great force.
With a "boom", the cone collided with the hill, and for a while the two sides were in a stalemate.
The cone could not break through the hill, nor could the hill be pressed down. Tieshan and Wenhan both continued to increase the output of their spiritual power.
In the end, the competition turned into a contest of endurance.
As expected, Wenhan won. Although Tieshan lost, he also won everyone's applause. His strength was one level lower, and it was already good to have lasted for so long.
Tieshan was also very satisfied with his performance. He did not leave after stepping off the stage, but found a nearby corner to watch the battle.
The second group is two seventh-level ones, both with fire attributes. When the two fight, the temperature of the entire training ground rises, but there is nothing outstanding, which is normal.
The following groups were the same, there was nothing eye-catching. The more Tang Mo watched, the more bored he became, so he pulled Fu Yunxiu to chat.
"I remember that Lin Nuo was also in the seventh level." Tang Mo asked strangely: "Why didn't he participate in the competition?" According to Lin Nuo's character, if he had participated in the competition, he would have come to see them long ago.
Fu Yunxiu said: "Lin Nuo and his brother went back to their hometown to visit relatives after they left the Qihai Secret Realm. They came back after the year, just in time to participate in the Dragon Transformation List."
Tang Mo yawned: "No wonder I haven't seen them during this time. Lin Nuo also plans to participate in the Dragon Transformation War?"
Fu Yunxiu nodded: "That should be what he means. He said that his hometown has ancestral land that can help them improve their cultivation."
Tang Mo understood that the Tang family also had one, but it was more suitable for warriors, so she never went in once.
"Look! It's Wanqi Ziyan!"
"A minute's silence for his opponent."
"What's the point of fighting? Just admit defeat."
"Just don't go up there, why are you wasting your time?"
Tang Mo looked over curiously. Wanqi Ziyan was a young man wearing a white shirt. He had an ordinary appearance and no memorable features, but the long knife in his hand was extremely eye-catching. It was a slender knife with a
The gauntlet is a ferocious animal head, which looks very fierce.
"Who is that?" Tang Mo asked, "Why is he so popular?"
Fu Yunxiu never pays attention to outsiders, so he could only shake his head when he heard this.
However, the people next to them saw that the two of them did not know Wan Qi Ziyan, so they quickly said: "Wan Qi Ziyan, the first combat power of the seventh-level elite class, everyone thinks that he will be the first in this year's koi rankings!"
Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling that this classmate was not very strict in what he said. This "everyone" definitely did not include her and Fu Yunxiu.
As everyone said, Wan Qi Ziyan won on stage without even unsheathing his sword, because his opponent gave up at the first opportunity, but no one laughed at him, or even paid attention to him. Everyone was discussing Wan Qi Ziyan's fate.
How strong is he? Who has the strength to let him use the sword?
Tang Mo felt that the whole scene went from sleepy to passionate in one fell swoop, without even a single overstep.
I don’t quite understand. He’s so awesome. Why are you so excited? What does it have to do with you?
At the same time, the saints sitting on the judging bench also talked about Wanqi Ziyan.
"Is this the little guy you wanted to take as your disciple, but was rejected?" asked a saint.
The Flying Sword Saint smiled and said: "He said that he should concentrate on practicing sword skills and would not use other weapons. He also said that I am not suitable to teach him." He shook his head: "This child has good talent, but he is too rigid. I don't know.
Being flexible, it’s easy to take detours.”
Hearing this, Dean Qiu said: "You choose the path you choose, as long as you don't regret it."
All the saints nodded, "That's the truth."
The Flying Sword Saint also nodded and said: "I hope he can always stick to his heart."
One morning passed, and one-third of the first hundred people had appeared. Everyone became more and more excited as they watched, but Tang Mo had already fallen asleep leaning on Fu Yunxiu.
The people around the two people couldn't understand how someone could fall asleep watching such a fierce competition? But when they looked at it again, oh, it turned out to be that pervert Tang Mo, so it's okay.
She fell asleep, maybe she simply felt that the battle on stage was not perverted enough to arouse her interest, and it was because they were not worthy.