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Han Changlin was unlucky. The number he drew was the eleventh lottery. When he stood on the ring, the deacon disciples under the ring also announced the opponent who would face Han Changlin.
The man was a young man wearing a yellow robe with an ordinary face.
According to the rules of the competition, victory will be considered when the opponent surrenders, leaves the ring, or is subdued, and the deacon disciples beside each ring also serve as referees for this competition.
When Han Changlin and the young man in yellow robe stood still, the deacon disciples in the audience also nodded, and then softly shouted:
"The competition begins."
As his words fell, the area around the arena was suddenly shrouded in a cyan light curtain.
At the same time, Han Changlin and his two men also became tense.
I saw Han Changlin pinching the magic with his right hand, taking the lead to attack, and a huge fireball shot out.
At the same time, the black shield in front of him shimmered with black light and surrounded him.
The young man in yellow robe also reacted quickly, and saw a green light on his chest, and then a shield half a man's height blocked his front.
At the same time, this person also made a pinch of magic with his right hand, and then lightly tapped Han Changlin.
Suddenly, more than a dozen white ice picks more than two feet long headed straight for Han Changlin.
Fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other, so Han Changlin cannot release the golden-winged mantis.
Therefore, Han Changlin did not dare to be careless and quickly summoned the Red Dragon Sword, fearing that the boat would capsize in the gutter.
With the infusion of Han Changlin's mana, the three-foot-long sword in his hand suddenly glowed with light.
On the other side, a dozen white ice picks more than two feet long hit the black black shield.
As the rumbling sound sounded, the billowing smoke instantly submerged most of the arena.
Seeing this, the yellow-robed young man's expression softened slightly.
However, the next moment, a scorching shadow was seen rushing towards him.
"not good!"
The yellow-robed young man's eyebrows were beating wildly, and he was shocked.
The magic formula in his hand was also pinched repeatedly, and the shield in front of him suddenly shone brightly.
"boom..."
This red dragon sword is worthy of being a top-grade magical weapon. After Han Changlin's years of care and cultivation, its power has become even higher.
After this blow, the sword energy on the red dragon sword shot out in all directions, and the huge force made the young man in yellow robe couldn't help but take a few steps back.
However, the blow did not stop, and another blow came again.
But before the young man in yellow robe could remove the huge force from his shield, a huge fireball also hit him, and its power was even more terrifying than the previous one.
One after another, Han Changlin's offensive continued, and the fiery red flame waves danced and exuded scorching heat.
"I surrender."
Under Han Changlin's rapid offensive, the young man in yellow robe
After all, he couldn't hold on any longer, and an urgent voice came from the flames.
Seeing this, Han Changlin quickly extinguished the fireball in his hand and took back his magic weapon.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the young man in yellow robe admitted defeat, and the deacon disciples under the ring also announced that Han Changlin had won.
As the deacon disciples dispersed the cyan light curtain around the ring, Han Changlin also jumped off the ring.
Xiaobi only had to compete in one match every day. Han Changlin did not go back directly after the competition, but chose to come to another arena.
On the ring, a young man with tanned skin was seen making secrets with one hand, controlling six red flying knives and fighting with a tall and thin man in a green shirt.
The two were both monks at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and they were inseparable from each other for a while.
But not long after, the bronze-skinned young man saw the opportunity, and the six red flying knives merged into one under his control, turning into a long knife and hanging in front of the throat of the tall, thin man in green shirt.
"Thank you, Brother Wei, for keeping your hand. I admit defeat."
The tall and thin man in green shirt broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly clasped his fists and said.
"Brother Cai accepted."
When the man surnamed Wei heard this, he also clasped his fists and said.
Later, as the deacon disciples under the ring announced that the competition was over and removed the protective shield of the ring, the man surnamed Wei also put away his magic weapon and jumped off the ring.
"Eh? Junior Brother Han, you've finished the competition? How's your record?"
The man surnamed Wei saw that Han Changlin was watching his group match, so he quickly went up to meet him.
"It was a fluke."
When Han Changlin saw the man named Wei coming over, he raised his hands and said.
This person's name is Wei Qing. He has some friendship with Han Changlin. He has entrusted Han Changlin to refine pills several times. He is also a member of Han Changlin's small circle.
Then the two started chatting and watching other outer disciples' games together.
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When the sun sets over the western mountains, the first day of competition officially ends.
There are a total of 322 outer disciples participating in the competition this time. Among them, those who advance to the top fifty can become inner disciples.
If you are lucky enough to get a bye, that person can directly enter the third round.
It has to be said that Han Changlin was very lucky. When the lottery numbers were drawn again on the second day, he was lucky enough to get lottery number 161. He was lucky enough to get a bye and directly entered the third round.
"Congratulations to you, you have been successfully promoted to the third round. However, since there are less than a hundred of you, after discussion among several of us, you will go to Yuling Secret Realm tomorrow to determine the top fifty rankings. Remember Meet here tomorrow morning."
In front of the square, Zhu Dehai looked at everyone with a smile.
There are many people with outstanding talents among these people, so Zhu Dehai's voice is also softer.
After all, maybe in a few years, there might be a few like-minded people here.
"It's Uncle Zhu."
Han Changlin and others replied in unison, and then they all turned around and left one after another.
"Brother Han, I have an appointment with Zhao Haoyan, Li Shiqian, and Hu Lanqing. Are you interested in coming to my place for a few drinks?"
At this time, Wei Qing suddenly said from the side.
Hearing this, Han Changlin only pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, and then went to his residence with Wei Qing.
Zhao Haoyan, Li Shiqian, and Hu Lanqing had already left Hong Yuefeng because they were eliminated in the competition, and were now waiting for Han Changlin and Han Changlin in front of Wei Qing's courtyard.
It was not until more than an hour later that Han Changlin returned to his residence.
In the room, Han Changlin sat cross-legged on the bed, then took out a green jade slip from his storage bag and placed it between his eyebrows.
This jade slip was given to him by Wei Qing. It records the history of the Yuling Sect, including the origin of the Yuling Secret Realm.
According to what is said in this jade slip, Yuling Secret Realm is located at Suyuan Peak and was established by the third generation founder of Yuling Sect.
The Yuling Secret Realm is a secret realm, rather than a large illusory formation.
Once the monk enters it, the illusion array will operate on its own, using the power of the array to transform into a variety of enemies, each time becoming more difficult.
The third generation patriarch of Yuling Sect established this secret realm of Yuling to hone the fighting skills of his disciples.
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