This kind of competition does not have as many procedures as the activities in the secular world. After the disciples of the Yi family and the Zhao family were assigned the battle number plates, they started quickly.
Although it is a knockout tournament, the first round alone takes a whole day because there are so many people participating in the competition.
Fortunately, the martial arts arena is large enough and divided into eight stages. Sixteen people can compete each time.
The two families are a whole, and the distribution of the duels between the two sides is messed up. The Yi family may not necessarily face the martial arts cultivators of the Zhao family, and vice versa. It may be a duel between two martial arts cultivators from their own family.
The number assigned to Shen Lang is No. 51, and he is very high in the order of appearance. His opponent is No. 52.
Several elders from the Yi family and the Zhao family served as referees for the martial arts competition. After announcing the formal start, 16 martial arts cultivators walked onto the ring and arrived at the venue.
"start!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, several martial arts practitioners immediately admitted defeat.
The few who surrendered were all young disciples in their prime stage, and those on the other side were martial arts cultivators in the realm of inquiry, completely unbeatable.
"Juniors who admit defeat will be detained for three months and practice hard!" an elder from the Yi family who presided over the martial arts competition said sternly.
"yes!"
Several young disciples Weng pulled their heads and responded in a low voice, with indescribable inferiority and decadence on their faces.
The cruelty of the martial arts competition between the two races was immediately revealed. Linhai Tianshan advocates martial arts, and those who do not have enough force can only be inferior to others.
Only the Wenjing disciples were left on the field to fight. The group that was defeated or surrendered would immediately retreat, and the presiding elder would announce a new group of people to compete.
Occasionally, one or two disciples perform amazingly, making the audience outside the venue burst into applause and cheers.
The elders of the Yi family and the Zhao family also silently remembered the outstanding disciples in their hearts.
Shen Lang looked at it for a while and felt that it was really low-end. After all, he had already become a martial arts cultivator and had no interest in a duel between a group of martial arts cultivators. He probably could knock the opponent down with one move if he went up to it.
Ibukiyuki was also in front, and it was her turn for the fortieth game. Ibukiyuki couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Xiaoxue, it's just the first game, you can definitely do it." Yun Luoxue patted her shoulder.
Shen Lang sat in a seat not far from Ibuki and encouraged: "Come on!"
"Yeah." Ibukiyuki nodded.
The person facing Ibukiyuki was a mid-level martial arts cultivator from the Zhao family.
In fact, in the middle stage of Wenjing, he was already considered an upper-level martial arts cultivator in the martial arts competition between the two clans.
"That is the granddaughter of the ancestor of the Yi family, Ibuki Yuki."
"Yes, Miss Yi seems to have broken through to the middle stage of questioning a few days ago."
"Miss Yi seems to be less than twenty-three years old. She is so talented at breaking through the realm at such an age!"
"But Miss Yi is probably going to lose this time. The opponent is a middle-level martial arts cultivator from the Zhao family."
"Miss Yi has just advanced to the middle stage of Wenjing Realm. She should not be able to defeat the martial arts cultivators of the Zhao family's middle stage of Wenjing Realm."
"Damn, for such a beautiful female cultivator, if it were me, I might be too sympathetic to touch her!"
A group of spectators pointed at the martial arts arena. In addition to praising Ibuki's beauty, they felt that Ibuki was unlucky to have met such a powerful opponent.
Shen Lang feels that Ibuki's winning rate is quite high. He has guided Ibuki on some training before and found that Ibuki's talent in martial arts is really good, and she has already practiced the snowflake palm to a certain extent, although she has just broken through.
In the mid-term, but against martial arts cultivators in the mid-term of Wenjing, the winning rate should not be low.
"Start!" the presiding elder ordered.
"Miss Yi, I would like to advise you to surrender. I don't want to hurt you." The martial arts cultivator from the Zhao family did not take action and just said lightly to Ibuki.
After saying that, the man's face still showed a look of reluctance. He couldn't even lay a hand on such a beautiful beauty.
Being so slighted, Ibukiyuki felt very uncomfortable and snorted coldly: "Since it's a competition, there's no such thing as hurtful words. Let's fight!"
After saying that, Ibukiyuki slapped her with a palm, mixed with the howling cold wind.
The Zhao family martial arts cultivator's expression changed, but he didn't expect the power of Ibuki Yuki's palm to be so powerful.
The two of them fought together, and Ibuki relied on her increasingly proficient snowflake palms to suppress the man and knocked him out of breath. After a few blows from Ibuki, blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth.
Even though Ibuki looks pretty, she is merciless in her attacks.
The fight lasted until the Zhao martial artist vomited blood and begged for mercy, and Ibuki stopped, turned around and walked off the ring, exuding a cold aura.
There was some commotion in the audience. Unexpectedly, the eldest lady of the Yi family was so strong. It was completely impossible to tell that she was a martial arts cultivator who had just broken through to the middle stage of the Qing Realm.
Yi Tianfeng on the stage showed a satisfied smile, feeling that his daughter was a promising talent, and he only hoped that she could practice well in the future.
Not long after, Shen Lang finally came on stage.
Countless eyes on and off the stage fell on Shen Lang, the rumored son of Shen Canghai, a young man whose talent was comparable to Ouyang Changfeng, the number one genius in Linhai Tianshan.
Shen Lang himself didn't even know that outsiders had already added a lot of halo to him.
Everyone is not a fool. Shen Canghai said that the sacred weapon will be awarded to the junior who ranks first in martial arts. Most likely, he thought that his son was the first, so he dared to make such a choice.
At the same time, it can also spread Shen Lang's name. Shen Canghai is really playing a good card.
Under the spotlight of everyone, Shen Lang entered the ring.
The one he was fighting against was a female cultivator from the Shen family. She was pretty and her cultivation was in the middle stage of the realm of questioning.
Most of the martial arts cultivators participating in the martial arts competition are male, and the number of female cultivators only accounts for a small part. The number of female cultivators asking for help is even more pitiful, with the two races adding up to less than a few hundred people.
The female cultivators with high cultivation level are too ugly to compliment. The more beautiful female cultivators have pretentious lifestyles and their cultivation level is too low.
The female cultivator who was dueling with Shen Lang was quite pretty.
"Uncle Shen, my little sister has admired you for a long time, and I am very happy to play against you." The female cultivator hugged Shen Lang and said with a smile.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of admitting defeat, Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, so it seemed that he had better strike lightly.
"Start!" the presiding elder of the Yi family gave the order, his eyes swept over Shen Lang, and he showed a faint smile, obviously having high hopes for Shen Lang.
The female cultivator took the initiative and immediately rushed towards Shen Lang, striking out a Snowflake Divine Palm with all her strength.
Shen Lang stood still, running the Shen Zhao Sutra, and with a wave of his hand, a huge body-protecting Gang Qi was released at will, dispersing the opponent's palm power.
The female cultivator exclaimed and was about to fall backwards.
Shen Lang ducked behind the female cultivator, supported her, and said apologetically: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay!" The female cultivator blushed, then smiled teasingly: "Thank you, uncle, for your concern."
After saying that, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed Shen Lang's cheek, her move was very bold.
Shen Lang was a little speechless, he didn't expect this girl to be so unrestrained.
"Wow!"
The whole place was in an uproar, with countless young men showing expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred. This kind of treatment was really irritating.
Seeing the female cultivator kissing Shen Lang in public, Ibuki Yuki in the audience puffed up her lips and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"What? My eldest lady, are you jealous?" Yun Luoxue in the stands felt a little funny when she saw Ibuki's expression.