It's almost noon, and even though the sun is blazing in the Wuzhi Peak after autumn, it's not too hot in this deep mountain and old forest.
Everyone's enthusiasm was even higher, because next was the second round of the Eight Sects Martial Arts Knockout Round.
"Next, let the qualified candidates draw lots to choose their numbers. The rules are the same as in the previous round!" the host said. In fact, most of the eight sect leaders were just sitting on the futons and rarely had the intention to speak or take action.
The competition only determines the outcome, not life and death. Only when one of the two combatants is unable to hold back or kills the opponent with a dead hand, will the eight sect leaders come to the rescue.
Of course, under normal circumstances, no one will kill someone, let alone use evil hands, because if they intend to kill the opponent, they will be eliminated directly according to the martial arts rules, and they may even be punished by the martial arts tower.
The eight sect leaders flicked their sleeves, and spots of light immediately appeared on the five arenas, but this time there were obviously much fewer spots of light.
"Brother Tang, it's our turn to draw lots. God, please don't let the two of us face off!" Xiao Ruyin said with a smile.
"Probably not!" Tang Feng shook his head. If the two of them really faced off, the scene would be hilarious.
He grabbed hold of the void with his right hand, and a ball of light was immediately absorbed into his palm. When he spread it out, he saw the word "δΈ€" on it.
"Brother Tang, I am number five, what is your number?" Xiao Ruyin asked.
"I am No. 1, the first to play!" Tang Feng chuckled, looking left and back, probably wanting to see who his opponent was this round.
Of the twelve people left after entering the second round, it can almost be said that no one is a simple person, and everyone has good means.
"No. 1, I am actually No. 1. It's really unlucky. I don't know which guy also got the same number as me!" Suddenly a shout came over.
Tang Feng looked for the reputation and found that the person who spoke was in the Haotian Sect's team, which meant that he was a disciple of the Haotian Sect.
The man who spoke had a pair of blue eyes and looked very charming. His facial features were so delicate that he looked a bit like a boy or a girl.
"This person's name is Yin Wudao. He is ranked second in the Haotian Sect's list of contemporary geniuses. He is at the peak of the ninth level of the Taoist stage. He is a strong man!" Lu Qinglan said in a low voice.
Tang Feng nodded and asked, "It's strange, why are his eyes blue?"
Lu Qinglan did not speak, obviously he could not answer this question.
Chu Luoluo sneered and said, "If I'm not mistaken, my aunt, the reason why this person's eyes are blue should be because he has the inheritance of eye skills."
"Inheritance of Eye Technique? Which category?" Tang Feng frowned and asked.
Tang Feng was no stranger to this kind of strange pupil technique. He remembered that before, when he was sending senior brother Hao Ren back to Da Miao, he met a disciple of the Ba Xuan Sect. That person had a strange pupil technique.
This kind of pupil technique is often very weird, and possesses unique abilities that ordinary warriors cannot imagine. When he fought with the Baxuanmen disciple, Tang Feng relied on the domineering power of three thousand divine fires to forcefully absorb the opponent's pupil flames, otherwise he would not be able to continue to fight.
He is very difficult to deal with.
Chu Luoluo rolled her eyes and said, "You guys, you really think that I, my aunt, am a god who knows everything. If I knew everything, would I be reduced to what I am now?"
The implication is that if she had known about it before, she would not have fallen for Tang Feng's tricks and had the other half of her soul hijacked, so that she was forced to follow him to the Xuanwu Sect.
After hearing this, Tang Feng stopped talking. Smart men all know that when a woman is angry, silence is often a good way.
After the lottery was completed, the host spoke again and asked the person with the first number to climb up to the ring for a martial arts competition.
Yin Wudao seemed to be full of confidence, and suddenly took a step forward, and then rushed onto the left side of the ring belonging to his direct disciples.
"The Haotian Sect is Yin Wudao. It seems that he joined the Haotian Sect halfway. It is said that his life experience is a bit special. It seems that he has a bloodline inheritance?"
Seeing Yin Wudao coming to the stage, people below started talking about it. As for the contestants in other arenas, they were basically ignored.
"It is true that he has a bloodline inheritance. If you don't see his blue eyes, it is said that this person can perform a very strange pupil technique!"
"What pupil technique?"
"It seems to be an illusion, but what it is specifically is probably not something that people from this plane like us can know."
"By the way, where is the other direct disciple? Why hasn't he come on stage yet?"
The ordinary disciples around him were talking about it. Tang Feng shook his head when he knew this, and then took a step forward.
Xiao Ruyin said from behind: "Brother Tang, it seems that Yin Wudao is very powerful. You have to be more careful. If it doesn't work, don't force yourself."
Tang Feng smiled and nodded, then jumped onto the ring.
Chu Luoluo, who was behind her, curled her lips and snorted disdainfully: "Eye magic? And it's also an illusion? This time, my aunt, I laughed..."
Speaking of this, Chu Luoluo secretly sighed and murmured: "If you knew that this guy named Tang is already a fifth-level monster that can drive animals around, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to use that so-called illusion.
In front of him, or in the eyes of an absolutely powerful soul, money is like paper."
Having said this, Chu Luoluo suddenly felt that her interest was dull. Although the competition had not yet started, she had already seen the result.
Especially at this moment, the waves of excitement and cheers surrounding her made her feel even more bored.
"It turns out to be Tang Feng of the Xuanwu Sect. Now there's something exciting to watch. It's said that Tang Feng actually took the Haotian Sword, the treasure of the Haotian Sect!"
"Is there such a thing? If it is true, then how could the Haotian Sect be so sinister as to let Tang Feng go so easily?"
"Tang Feng of the Xuanwu Sect is very strong, but he is only at the seventh level of the Taoist stage. Against Yin Wudao, who is at the peak of the ninth level, there is no suspense at all. What's more, Yin Wudao has weird eye skills!"
When Chu Luoluo heard this, she couldn't help rolling her eyes and secretly thought, you idiots.
On the personal stage, Yin Wudao saw that the person approaching was Tang Feng. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and his dark blue eyes exuded a sinister look, which looked like two snake eyes.
"I didn't expect that it was you. I was still thinking about when I would meet you, but I didn't expect that God would favor me so much!"
Yin Wudao sneered in a deep voice, his laughter was both angry and wanton.
Tang Feng also sneered: "God favors you?"
Yin Wudao said in a deep voice: "You may not know yet, but our Haotian Sect issued an explicit order yesterday. If anyone in the sect can defeat you, the Haotian Sword will belong to whomever!"
Tang Feng smiled, glanced at the Haotian Sword slung across his back, and said, "Maybe you think it's God who is favoring you, but in my opinion, it's probably the god of bad luck who has fallen on you!
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Yin Wudao shouted sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, I will defeat you, and the Haotian Sword will be mine from now on!"
