On the high platform, Elder Zhou announced the results of Stage 2. Zhuo Biao clenched his fists, feeling extremely unwilling. The battles and cultivation during this period were still vivid in his mind. Not only did he lose, but he also saw the gap between him and the truly strong.
"Damn it..." Zhuo Biao lowered his head and tightened his grip on the tiger knife.
Leng Qianxun retracted his sword and slightly arched his hand. He was also an ascetic, and he also had a little respect for Zhuo Biao. After a while, Zhuo Biao came to his senses and walked off the stage in despair.
Yu Wenlei was next to stage 2. He immediately stepped forward and patted Zhuo Biao.
"Cheer up, you're just unlucky. That Leng Qianxun, even if I faced him, the chance of winning is not more than 30%." Yu Wenlei comforted him frankly.
"Don't worry, brother, I will cheer up. I, Zhuo Biao, will definitely defeat him next time!" Zhuo Biao still lowered his head and responded calmly.
The second round of the sect competition continues to progress. Yu Wenlei is number 99, and it will take a few games before it is his turn. On stage No. 10, apart from him, two of the nine people were at the eighth level of the Lingyuan Realm, and the rest were below the seventh level of the Lingyuan Realm. Yu Wenlei was confident, and there was no pressure to advance to the top ten.
"Um?"
While he was watching the battle, he suddenly noticed that Zhan Yan went to the No. 10 platform, where he whispered to an inner disciple. That was none other than the strong man on the No. 10 platform, Shen Dongming, the eighth-level peak of the Lingyuan realm.
"Are you playing dirty tricks..." Yu Wenlei murmured disdainfully. This Zhan Yan deserves to have a strong background, and he dares to use such tactics blatantly. How could his little move be hidden from the powerful man on the high platform? The headmaster and the second elder obviously noticed it, but they all pretended not to know.
Yu Wenlei turned away his eyes. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and tricks were in vain. What he really wanted to prepare for was a battle with Zhan Yan.
With a soft hum, he continued to watch the battle. At this time, two people slowly walked up to the No. 7 stage. One of the beautiful figures was none other than the leader, Qianjin Hua Ziyuan. She was an inner disciple, so she naturally came to participate in the sect competition. Since Hua Ziyuan came on stage, Yu Wenlei's eyes have never left. Not only him, Channel 7 attracted more than 80% of the spectators.
Hua Ziyuan and her opponent have similar cultivation levels, both at the seventh level of the Lingyuan realm. However, there was a world of difference in their fighting prowess. As soon as the battle began, stage 7 was covered by majestic spiritual power. Hua Ziyuan concentrated with one hand, and her opponent was restrained by the invisible spiritual power and was thrown directly off the stage. go.
Wow...
The battle process left the spectators speechless.
"No. 64 Hua Ziyuan, wins!"
With just one move, Hua Ziyuan won cleanly. Even Yu Wenlei felt a twitch in his heart. He didn't expect Hua Ziyuan to have mastered this method of mental attack. On the high platform, Hua Qingyun's eyes lit up and he showed a relieved smile, while the second elder next to him frowned slightly with his slender white eyebrows.
When Hua Ziyuan came off the stage, he turned his head inadvertently and smiled at Yu Wenlei. Yu Wenlei nodded in response. Of course, this scene did not escape everyone's eyes. Especially Zhan Yan, with a gloomy face and a fierce look in his eyes, regarded Yu Wenlei as a thorn in his side.
After waiting for half an hour, the four duels on Channel 10 ended. Then, it was finally Yu Wenlei's turn to play. Yu Wenlei slowly stepped up to the stage. In the battle so far, he had remained calm because his opponent was too weak. To his surprise, when he stood on the stage this time, there was a sudden thunderous roar outside the venue...
Yu Wenlei turned around in surprise. Thousands of outer sect and handyman disciples came to the martial arts arena at an unknown moment! There were actually more than 3,000 disciples coming to cheer for Yu Wenlei! It should be noted that the entire Qijue Sect only has five thousand disciples.
This this……
"Yu Wen Lei! Yu Wen Lei!"
"Yu Wen Lei will definitely win..."
The noise of the three thousand disciples really made him dumbfounded. These guys...could they be very popular? Obviously not, after thinking about it, it might be because of his status as an outer disciple.
Yu Wenlei knew the leading people. They were Fan Jun, Ling Huihui and Chen Zhen, who were the strongest in the outer sect. What surprised him most was that he saw a familiar face among the cheering crowd.
"Isn't that guy Liping who I beat up a lot..." Yu Wenlei shook his head. It seems that the outer disciples and handyman disciples are usually very depressed, and this time they just found an opportunity to express themselves.
With such momentum, other participating disciples and the old man on the high platform were all confused. They also couldn't understand, how could Yuwen Lei be so good? It's so popular...
Even Zhuo Biao changed his attitude and joined the cheering team.
Three thousand disciples cheered together! At this moment, the most uncomfortable thing was Yu Wenlei's opponent, an inner disciple of the sixth level of Lingyuan Realm. He had just come on stage, and when he heard the thunderous roar, his face was fiercely twitched.
"Damn it! A mere outer disciple, how dare you be so arrogant..." He felt itchy and couldn't stand this kind of scene anymore. So he seized the opportunity and stabbed Yu Wenlei with his sword.
drink!
Yu Wenlei released his mental power, forced the control to concentrate into one point, and tried to entangle his opponent.
Buzz…
Because his mental power was too strong, the sword that struck him did tremble for a moment and shifted its direction. However, the offensive did not resolve, and the sword light still stabbed Yuwen Lei.
"Did you fail..." Yu Wenlei curled his lips, and the result was as expected. He just used the method he had used to watch Hua Ziyuan before, and when he felt itchy, he tried the same method. Obviously, without mental attack methods, he would not be able to exert the true power of his mental power.
"Pailing Cloud Palm!"
At some point, Yu Wenlei appeared behind his opponent and sent him off the stage with a simple palm. After all, the gap between the two sides was too big, and he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.
"Won!"
"Yu Wen Lei! Yu Wen Lei..."
"Fifty strong!"
Three thousand disciples let out various cheers. This kind of scene seems to have never happened in the history of Qijue Sect. Yu Wenlei once again unintentionally set a precedent...
"Quiet! Quiet!"
Elder Zhou's voice was filled with coercion, and he suppressed the three thousand disciples. Elder Zhou was inevitably a little weird in his heart. The dignified elders of the inner sect may not have such charisma, but an outer sect disciple did it.
"This is the end of the second round! The top fifty are born, and the rewards for the fifty of you will be increased to four thousand spirit stones! Next, the sect competition will continue. In the third round, five people will fight in a team battle to determine the top ten!" Immediately, Elder Zhou announced again.
Five-man team fight?
Not only Yu Wenlei, but everyone was stunned. This year's rules are new. On ten square platforms, five people are fighting at the same time. In this case, core disciples such as Hua Zifeng will inevitably be joined by the other four.
Although the rules seemed a bit unfair, Yu Wenlei then thought about it and realized that the sect might also want to hone its true strength and face the trials of the four great sects.
Yu Wenlei just stepped off the stage and returned to the stage. After a while, all the top fifty came on stage. After this battle, the top ten were born.
On stage 10, the five people were wary of each other. Yu Wenlei only paid a little attention to Shen Dongming. No matter what he was plotting with Zhan Yan, this guy was also the one with the highest cultivation level on stage 10.
Clang!
Several battlefields were already being fought, and Yu Wenlei took a few steps back. At this time, there was no need to show off.
"Yu Wen Lei! Yu Wen Lei! Yu Wen Lei..."
"The outer sect is number one, one against four..."
Yu Wenlei almost stumbled, the cheers from these three thousand disciples came again! Isn’t this adding chaos... Isn’t this causing him hatred...
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