Coincidentally, the first match between the three groups was Wu Zongming, and his opponent, like him, was at the middle stage of the Ningzhen Realm.
"Yanhuang Fist!"
On the stage, Wu Zongming shouted loudly, stood up from the ground, and punched his opponent.
boom!
Fiery sparks flew everywhere, and the inner disciple took several steps back.
Gaining the upper hand with one move, Wu Zongming was unyielding. He used Yanhuang Fist, a top-level human-level martial arts skill, to the limit. Dozens of flaming fist shadows appeared like a peacock spreading its tail. The opponent was unable to fight back, and there was no danger.
The win got off to a good start.
After getting off the stage, Wu Zongming said easily: "Not bad, the first opponent is not very strong."
"It's only the first round now, don't reveal too much strength." Ye Chen reminded the other party.
"I know this, don't worry."
A game can end in about one-fifth of a stick of incense. It is rare that the two sides have exactly the same strength and it is difficult to determine the winner.
Some group matches end quickly and the second match of the first round begins.
"Group 7, No. 8 vs. No. 28."
Wu Zongming said: "Ye Chen, it's your turn."
"kindness."
Ye Chen nodded and jumped onto the seven groups of platforms.
"With peak cultivation in the middle stage of the Condensation Realm, I'm very lucky." Ye Chen's opponent was a young man with flat eyebrows. He was holding a large ring knife in his hand. The yellow air flow on the blade was swirling, and it looked extremely heavy.
Ye Chen was speechless. The other party was also at the peak of the middle stage of the Ningzhen Realm, but he didn't know where his luck was.
"Defeat!"
The boy with flat eyebrows suddenly rushed forward, and the hard stone under his feet suddenly cracked. Then the large ring knife in his hands drew a thick arc and slashed directly towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen shook his head and waved his right hand casually. The whole arm was so fast that there was no shadow, and it easily knocked away the opponent's large ring knife. The opponent thought the knife was in his hand and was about to chop him.
call!
The two of them were five steps apart. The young man with flat eyebrows, who did not have a knife, waved it away and said in frustration: "Where is my knife?"
Ye Chen pointed to the left side.
The young man with flat eyebrows looked over and saw that his large ring knife was stuck on the edge of the platform and was shaking.
Not having the shame to stay on top, the young man with flat eyebrows pulled out the large ring knife and jumped off the platform with a blushing face. He hated Ye Chen to death for causing him such embarrassment.
Not surprisingly, Ye Chen won one game and gained two points.
In the second, third, and fifth rounds, Ye Chen easily defeated his opponent without any effort, and his points reached ten points.
Wu Zongming lost one game in the fourth round and accumulated eight points.
Over there, Zhang Haoran is in the tenth group. He was promoted to the middle stage of the Condensation Realm some time ago. He also won five games in a row and accumulated ten points.
Huang Bingwen, who played against Ye Chen in the past, seemed to have improved. He only lost one game in five games and accumulated eight points, just like Wu Zongming.
After the five rounds of competition, the Great Elder announced a half-hour break to allow everyone to recover their energy and physical strength.
At the VIP table in the east, Ye Tianhao smiled and said to Shen Yuqing: "Chen'er is not bad, he actually won five games in a row, and it looks very easy."
Shen Yuqing was also very happy and said: "We are worried for nothing. In the past six months, Chen'er has made extraordinary progress. There is hope of entering the top 100."
"Indeed, let's wait and see!"
After the half-hour break, the game resumes.
Different from the first five rounds, seeded players will join in the last five rounds. If you don't get a chance, you're lucky. If you do, you'll have to bite the bullet.
Wu Zongming's luck was really bad this time. Although he didn't meet a seed player, he did meet an inner disciple who was in the late stage of Ningzhen Realm. After ten moves, he was defeated.
Zhang Haoran continued his winning streak and accumulated 12 points.
Huang Bingwen lost one game and still accumulated eight points.
In the seventh game of the sixth round, it was Ye Chen's turn again.
"Hey, kid, your winning streak ends here." The speaker was a cross-eyed young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is older among the many inner disciples. The accumulation of time has resulted in him having rich combat experience, and he can usually
Ranked around one hundred.
Whoosh!
This time Ye Chen took the initiative to attack, using the Crane Shadow Step, and the whole person disappeared from the opponent's sight. When he saw Ye Chen again, his chest hurt suddenly, and the hard fist hit him off the ground.
, flew upside down off the platform.
He fell heavily to the ground. The slant-eyed young man had a face full of disbelief. How could it be possible that he could defeat me with just one move? How strong is he?
"Feng Ping, this junior brother is not simple! He seems to have hidden his strength." Zhou Ruo glanced at Ye Chen and said calmly to Feng Ping.
Feng Ping shook his head and smiled, "Compared to other inner sect disciples, his strength is indeed much higher, but he will only lose miserably against me."
Xiao Ye grinned and said: "Although he is not your opponent, there is still hope of entering the top three in the group."
Another game passed, and it was the ninth game.
"Number Zero vs. Number 24!"
"It's your turn." Xiao Ye crossed his arms and said.
call!
A gentle breeze blew through, and Feng Ping's afterimage was blown away. When I looked again, he was already on the stage.
"What a quick magic. When did he get to the stage?"
"As expected of Senior Brother Feng Ping, who is 'Flying in the Wind'. His movement skills are almost the same as those of the wind, and he is invisible and invisible."
The nearby inner disciples looked at each other in confusion.
Ye Chen frowned slightly. Although Feng Ping's speed was unbelievable, what was really scary was the artistic conception of blending into the wind. Once the two were combined, the Qing Gong would be qualitatively improved, giving people an incomprehensible illusion. Of course
, excluding him.
"Senior Brother Feng, my name is Gao Liang, please give me some advice." The square-faced boy knew how big the strength gap between the two sides was and said in a respectful tone.
Feng Ping nodded, "Go ahead! I will be measured in my actions."
Hearing this, the square-faced boy looked solemn, pulled out the sword from the scabbard, swung it in the air, and stabbed Feng Ping fiercely.
laugh!
The sword trembled slightly on the way, transforming into four sword shadows. Each sword shadow was extremely sharp, cutting the air into pieces, and the air flow rolled wildly.
Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to hit Feng Ping, joy flashed across the square-faced boy's face.
At this time, Feng Ping moved, his body leaned back, keeping the same distance from the sword tip, and drifted back.
"How is that possible? The speed of my stabbing sword cannot match his movement." After chasing for more than ten steps, the square-faced boy still couldn't stab the opponent, and his expression changed drastically.
Not interested in playing with the opponent anymore, Feng Ping flicked his finger on the edge of the sword.
Clang!
With a flick, the square-faced boy could hardly hold the sword in his hand. The sword light that had just condensed was instantly shattered, and the plan to hurt people in the air failed.
Immediately afterwards, he was kicked in the chest, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Feng is so powerful. Fang Yan has been winning continuously until now, but he was defeated easily. How strong are the top ten disciples of the inner sect?"
"It's very strong. Senior Brother Feng is not serious at all."
"From this point of view, basically no one in our group can beat Senior Brother Feng, and Ye Chen, No. 28, is definitely no match for Senior Brother Feng."