Under his questioning, none of the other eight people dared to stand up and fight with him. The other disciple of the ninth level of true vitality in the ring was easily solved by Yang Ze. If it were them, how could it be Yang Ze?
If Ze's opponent gets into a fight, the end may be even more miserable.
With such a mentality, they would not dare to take action against Yang Ze.
In this round, Yang Ze could win without any pressure at all. There were no strong enemies. He even let himself breathe a sigh of relief and solved the deputy sect leader of Ishui Sect.
Thinking of Ishuimen, Yang Ze felt a little pity. It was a pity that he could not meet more people from Ishuimen, otherwise he would deal with them all.
However, he thought of Shui Ziming again. With Shui Ziming's strength, there should be no problem in becoming one of the top 100 registered disciples. There might be a chance to fight Shui Ziming later.
Thinking of Shui Ziming, Yang Ze clenched his right hand tightly. If he defeated Shui Ziming, he would become the top group among the registered disciples.
After exhaling, Yang Ze looked around. Most of the arenas were still fighting fiercely. Almost no one could finish a battle as quickly as Yang Ze.
It wasn't until a stick of incense passed that all the fighting in the arena stopped.
After two rounds of fierce fighting, only 6,000 of the hundreds of thousands of registered disciples were left. Among the 6,000, the one with the lowest cultivation level had seven levels of true vitality.
The seven-stage true vitality that can persist until this point are all seven-stage true vitality that each has its own trump card, otherwise they would not be able to defeat those high-level warriors.
In addition to them, there are some registered disciples who have been able to persist until now. The aura exuding from their bodies exceeds the ninth level of true vitality. Those are half-step first-level registered disciples who usually hide in other places to practice.
Only then will they take action.
Yang Ze's eyes kept scanning the field, looking for Lin Hui's figure.
Since borrowing contribution points that day, he has never seen Lin Hui again, and he doesn't know what happened to Lin Hui after retreating, but he believes that Lin Hui must have succeeded in breaking through, and he is at least an eighth-level true vitality
master.
Given Lin Hui's level of mystery, although Yang Ze had never seen Lin Hui take action, he could boldly guess that Lin Hui's strength was certainly not weak and he would not be unable to survive the first two rounds.
Yang Ze was only afraid of Lin Hui. Even if his cultivation level was higher than Lin Hui's, he still didn't dare to look down on Lin Hui.
Shaking his head, Yang Ze threw away Lin Hui's figure in his mind, because at this time Xie Yuan's voice came out again from the high platform, and the whole place became quiet.
There are only 6,000 registered disciples left in the arena now. The remaining registered disciples who were defeated and those with serious injuries have left here to receive treatment.
As for the other registered disciples, those who were not seriously injured went to the stands nearby. The martial arts competition only happened once a year, and they all wanted to take a good look at this competition.
The moment the whole place fell silent, Xie Yuan's voice reached everyone's ears.
"For the remaining six thousand registered disciples of yours, no matter what methods you use, the fact that you have been able to reach this point means that you are the strongest among the registered disciples of Qingyang Peak.
But there are still too many of you now, and there are only one hundred registered disciples among the top hundred, so in the next round, of the six thousand of you, only one hundred will be left."
As soon as Xie Yuan's words spread, everyone in the venue, on the ring, and in the stands started talking, and the entire scene suddenly fell into a commotion.
Hearing this, even Yang Ze, who was standing on the ring, felt his heart sink. One thing about this martial arts tournament is that there are no rules. That is, the rules are changing every year. There is no standard at all, so no one knows what will happen this year.
What the rules look like.
As a result, something changed again this year. The top 100 registered disciples would be determined so soon. This was something no one expected.
"This year's top 100 registered disciples will be born among the six thousand of you, and there is only one rule, that is, those who can persist in my martial arts can become the top 100 registered disciples!"
Xie Yuan's voice drowned out the noise in the audience, but after he finished speaking, the entire audience became even louder. This method was really shocking to them.
Xie Yuannai is a strong man in the late stage of the fifth-grade Qi Sea Realm. If he releases the pressure of martial arts, except for those elders, no one in the audience can hold on.
Not to mention their registered disciples, under that pressure, they might be crushed to pieces.
"Don't worry, I won't release all my martial arts pressure. I will let you hold on. When there are only a hundred people left, I will naturally stop and give you a hundred breaths of time to restore your status.
After recovering to the peak, one hundred breaths later, the third round begins!"
After Xie Yuan explained, he stopped talking. At this time, all the six thousand named disciples on the stage sat down cross-legged and tried their best to restore their cultivation.
Yang Ze was no exception. Although after two rounds, he was not injured at all, he was still running the Qi Nourishing Technique, allowing the true energy in his body to circulate for a week.
After two battles, his own condition was still slightly affected, so Yang Ze naturally did not dare to be careless.
After Xiao Zhoutian's luck was over, a pressure suddenly burst out from the high platform, covering the entire six thousand arena.
Yang Ze was sitting cross-legged on the ring, the true energy in his body was running at an extremely fast speed, and his aura had reached an unprecedented peak.
When the coercion fell on him, his aura was immediately suppressed.
Under this huge pressure, Yang Ze almost couldn't breathe. He quickly activated the Qi Nourishing Technique to the extreme, so that he could not be suppressed.
At this time, half of the people in the six thousand arena were knocked unconscious by this pressure and were eliminated in an instant.
It is true that Xie Yuan did not use all his strength, but even if a fifth-grade warrior suppressed the pressure, it was impossible for these registered disciples who had not even stepped into the first-grade to contend.
Yang Ze struggled to hold on under this pressure. After only three breaths passed, his forehead was already covered with sweat, his face turned pale, and he looked as if he had suffered great pain.
But Yang Ze gritted his teeth and did not give up easily. He had already reached this juncture, how could he give up? As long as he could hold on, he would be a top 100 registered disciple.
Being one of the top 100 registered disciples was the bottom line he could accept. He could never go any lower than this. He couldn't be eliminated in this round, not only for himself, but also to avoid embarrassing Ning Teng!
Without saying a word, Yang Ze took a deep breath, his momentum stabilized, and his body, which had been a little rickety under pressure, straightened up a little again.
Even though he only stood up a little, he had used all his strength.
He didn't go to see how other people were doing, because he simply didn't have the energy to go see other people. He could only persist and persist.
The true vitality in the body is running rapidly and is also being consumed rapidly. This consumption is extremely fast. Even the ninth level of true vitality cannot last for more than a few breaths under this high-speed consumption.
At this juncture, Yang Ze was even more grateful that he had Black Stone. If Black Stone hadn't given him the perfect technique, which made his true energy far superior to others, he would have also fallen in the first impact.
While the registered disciples below were insisting, Xie Yuan, who was sitting on the high platform as the leader, had an expressionless face. His eyes scanned the registered disciples in the field, and each one just glanced at them. Only Yang Ze had more
Stayed for a while.
With Xie Yuan's eyesight, he could see the fluctuation on Yang Ze's body at a glance. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he immediately moved away without saying anything.
But when he stayed for a while, he was discovered by other elders, and immediately some elders asked.
In response to other people's inquiries, Xie Yuan didn't say much. He just said: "This boy has only been in the profession for three months, and he has already achieved such a level of cultivation. He is a talent that can be made."
As soon as he said this, all the elders immediately looked at Yang Ze. He had cultivated to the ninth level of true vitality in three months. There had been no such genius in Qingyang Peak for who knows how many years.
When they looked over, Xie Yuan's aura fluctuated slightly. In an instant, the pressure that enveloped the field became stronger. Xie Yuan's peripheral vision couldn't help but glance towards Yang Ze, where Yang Ze was.
In the arena, there was even more invisible fluctuations.
Just like that, Zhang Chengxuan was the first to notice. He took a deep look at Xie Yuan, and with a slight finger, an invisible true energy flicked out from his fingertips.
Yang Ze was meditating cross-legged on the ring. The true energy in his body was about to be exhausted. The pressure around him suddenly increased. The energy and blood in his body was boiling, and he almost vomited blood.
Yang Ze immediately thought that seeing so many people left, Xie Yuan's pressure had increased again.
Before he could withstand this pressure, Yang Ze suddenly felt a strong force pressing down beside him. This force was too strong for him to hold on to. His energy was interrupted and he was about to collapse on the spot.
Go down.
A warm feeling came from his chest, stabilizing his body so that he did not fall down immediately. However, the power did not dissipate, but the scholar on Yang Ze's chest was about to dissipate.
At this critical moment, Yang Ze seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his ears, and the power pressing on his body disappeared. The warmth and power suddenly made his body hold on.
In the next breath, the pressure that enveloped the six thousand arena was removed. Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, but the blood in his body couldn't help but surge up and he fell on the arena.