"Next, I announce that the Youth List Competition will officially open!"

As the powerful voice of ancient clouds sounded, the most valuable Youth List competition in history opened.

Referees from nine different sects and cultivation families went to ten competition arenas according to the pre-made arrangements.

They are all masters in the half-step Gangqi realm, and they are highly respected in their respective sects.

If they had their strength in previous youth list competitions, the competition could be easily terminated, but the seed players in this youth list competition were too strong and almost nothing was weaker than them, which gave the referee team a long time ago.

Finally, Gu Yun decided to decide that all the round-robin competitions were enforced by him.

As the leader of the inner sect elders of the Yanhuang organization, he is the second most powerful man in the Yanhuang organization after Yan. He has entered the peak of the Gangqi realm and can take action to terminate the seed contestants' competition at any time to avoid casualties and injuries.

The referee in the tenth group was Master Kong Ming from Shaolin Temple. He has served as the referee of the Youth List Competition for two consecutive times. This is the third session, and the law enforcement is fair and fair, and has received great praise.

"According to the rules of the game, next, you eight will draw lots to showdown."

Kong Ming soon came to the ring of the tenth group and gathered eight contestants including Ye Fan and Wang Kun, "The first round of knockout matches will be held in the morning, the second round will be held in the afternoon, and the third round will be held in the morning, and the winner will be decided."

"Master Kong Ming, if the battle ends early, can you play the second or even the third round in advance?"

As soon as Kong Ming finished speaking, Wang Kun spoke, as if he couldn't wait to defeat Ye Fan and become the winner of the tenth group.

Swish!

When he heard Wang Kun's words and felt Wang Kun's unconcealed arrogance, except for Ye Fan, the other six contestants stared at Wang Kun with annoyance.

"What do you think? Your strength is too weak. There are a group of native chickens and tiles in front of me. I can easily defeat you with only 50% of my strength!" Wang Kun sneered, with only Ye Fan in his eyes.

"snort!"

Faced with Wang Kun's humiliation, the other six contestants were very angry, but they knew that they were not Wang Kun's opponents. They were powerless to refute, and just snorted a few times.

"As long as the two parties do not need to make adjustments and reach an agreement, the subsequent competition can be held in advance."

Kong Ming explained, then looked at Wang Kun strangely, as if curious about what Wang Kun relied on to challenge Ye Fan.

As if he understood Kong Ming's gaze, Wang Kun stopped talking, but just kept sneering, as if he was sure to win.

Soon, the lottery result appeared. Ye Fan's opponent in the first round was the son of the Tan family.

The Tan family is famous for their leg skills. The so-called "Southern Fist and North Leg" refers to Hong Fist, and the "Northern Leg" is Tan Leg.

Tan's legs have simple and neat routines, symmetrical left and right, and coherent momentum. In terms of offense and defense, they strongly highlight the characteristics of the northern boxing school, with varying legs and smooth turn and advance and retreat.

The Tan family had been in the Chinese cultivation world for a while, but now it has long declined. There are not even half-step masters in the family. The Tan family's children who participated in the Youth List Competition this time are just a congenital peak cultivator, which has just met the participation standards. They are the ones with the lowest strength among all contestants.

Perhaps because he was very clear about his strength, the young man named Tan Xing did not feel disappointed after drawing Ye Fan, but faced him calmly.

All seed players were arranged in the first game of each group, and Ye Fan was no exception - his match with Tan Xing was arranged in the first game of the ten groups.

Although Ye Fan is the last player among the top ten seed players. He and Xiao Selangor are recognized as the bottom, but because he is regarded as the most controversial figure with Su Liuli, his first game attracted a lot of audiences.

Obviously... the audience wants to judge his true strength through actual combat.

"Dong!"

At eight o'clock, a bell rang across Tianshan Sword Sect Square. The competition officially began.

On the ten-group ring, Tan Xing took the lead in the stage, wearing a black martial arts uniform, with a burly figure and strong legs.

"Brother Ye, please give me some advice!"

Tan Xing stood on the ring, clasping his fists and showing off, respecting Ye Fan very much.

"I dare not be advised. Tan Lu was once famous in the Chinese cultivation world and was profound. Today, I took this opportunity to see and learn something." Ye Fan put his fists back and smiled and said, "I hope Brother Tan is not stingy and takes all his strength."

"good!"

When Tan Xing heard this, he knew that Ye Fan wanted to give him the opportunity to take action, so as to show Tan's style on the stage of the Youth List Competition. He immediately looked at Ye Fan with gratitude, then concentrated his energy and waited for Kong Ming to announce the start of the game.

Kong Ming signaled to Ye Fan and Tan Xing one after another. Seeing that the two were ready, he took a few steps back and made a cross gesture: "Start!"

"Swoosh--"

As soon as Kong Ming finished speaking, Tan Xing bounced on the spot and took the lead in rushing towards Ye Fan, like a black panther attacking with extremely fast speed.

Of course, the speed here is in the eyes of those onlookers.

For Ye Fan, although Tan Xing practiced leg skills and his speed was faster than that of the same level, in his eyes, it was not fast at all.

"call!"

Ten meters away, Tan Xing jumped over and kicked out his right leg, his instep tightly, like a sharp blade, roaring at Ye Fan.

Tornado Legs!

As soon as he took action, Tan Xing used all his strength to show his strongest attack power. He kicked out and shook the air in front of him. The wind whistled towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was unmoved and let the wind of his legs sweep on him until his legs roared, then his feet slipped and flashed sideways.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

...

If he failed to hit a single kick, Tan Xing did not stop and took out his legs one by one, showing the twelve legs of Tan, and the whistling sounded endlessly. The momentum seemed vast, but he could never touch Ye Fan.

"Thank you, Brother Ye, for giving me the opportunity to show it."

After the twelve roads of Tan's legs were finished, Tan Xingxin was satisfied, stopped and saluted Ye Fan gratefully. Then, without waiting for Ye Fan to reply, he said to the referee Kong Ming: "Master Kong Ming, Brother Ye is far more powerful than me, I choose to admit defeat."

"The Tan family's children are too weak. Not to mention testing the true strength of the Evil Emperor's disciples, it's really disappointing to not even get their bodies. I'd known to have watched other groups of games."

"The Tan family is weak, and Wang Kun, a martial arts genius of Kunlun School, is not weak. He will meet the evil emperor in the second round, which is definitely a wonderful battle!"

The game ended. The audience outside the court looked disappointed, but when he thought that Ye Fan was going to show off with Wang Kun, he was full of expectations.

"I've been fighting that kind of waste for a long time, wouldn't it be better to knock it down with one punch? It's a waste of time!"

While the audience was talking, Wang Kun looked at Ye Fan who had stepped down from the ring, and was very dissatisfied and anxious. His first round of the game was in the fourth game of the tenth group. As long as he won, he would meet Ye Fan, so he could not wait!

The opponents in the next two games were evenly matched, and the two sides decided after a difficult competition.

"After all, I will become a green leaf, so why are you working hard?"

As soon as the third game ended, Wang Kun couldn't wait to walk onto the ring, muttering unhappy, as if complaining that the four players just now had wasted time. He postponed the showdown between him and Ye Fan.

"Wang Kun, you are not even a seed player, what's there to be crazy about?"

"That's right, it seems like the Youth List Competition was specially organized for you!"

"If you have the ability, you will defeat Brother Ye, otherwise you will be green leaves, and you will only be ten groups of green leaves!"

"Look at Brother Ye's demeanor, and then look at you. It's a sharp contrast!"

Wang Kun's words once again aroused the dissatisfaction of the other contestants in the ten groups.

Wang Kun's face changed when he heard this, but he could not block the mouths of the four contestants. He had to improve his fighting spirit and stared at the opponent who was walking on the ring coldly, saying domineeringly and strongly: "Give you two choices. First, admit defeat immediately and step down. Don't affect the duel between me and the evil emperors. Second, step down with blood."

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, Wang Kun. You are too bullying!"

Wang Kun's opponent was a sword practitioner. When he heard Wang Kun's arrogant words, he immediately pulled out his sword from his waist in anger.

“Okay, very good.”

Wang Kun smiled coldly and waited for Kong Ming to announce the start of the game.

"The competition begins...it begins!"

Kong Ming seemed to see that Wang Kun was going to take a ruthless move, and took a few steps towards Wang Kun's opponent before announcing the start of the game.

"Swoosh--"

As the words fell, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Wang Kun's body shook, turning into a phantom and pounced on his opponent.

"Clam!"

When the sword arrived, Wang Kun drew his sword suddenly and slashed out a sword!

"Puchi--"

A white light flashed, blood sprayed, and the swordsman's palm fell from blood.

Perhaps it was because all this happened too suddenly, the swordsman still held the handle of the knife in his palm.

As Master Kong Ming expected, Wang Kun did make a ruthless move and cut off the swordsman's right hand holding the knife with one move!

And... after doing all this, Wang Kun was not satisfied and kicked the swordsman with a whip leg, trying to kick the swordsman off the ring.

"Swish!"

At the critical moment, Kong Ming moved to the swordsman, took advantage of the situation and directly pulled the swordsman to avoid it.

"Kunlun Sect Wang Kunsheng!"

Kong Ming frowned and looked at Wang Kun, announcing the result of the game with an ugly expression.

The swordsman had no objection to this result, but just stood there with pain on his face - his right hand was cut off, which means that from now on, he will no longer be able to use a knife, and the practitioners will end there!

"It's going to rain. I want to die. No one else's fault!"

Seeing his opponent's face in pain, Wang Kun had no sympathy on his face, but only a sneer, and it felt as if the opponent was not willing to die.

"Wang... Wang Kun, you've passed!"

Below the ring, the contestants in the ten groups were very angry, and even the cultivators who watched the competition thought that Wang Kun's methods were too cruel.

"It's so noisy. I hope you can have the same kindness when you meet me!"

Wang Kun held the blood-dropping sword and smiled coldly, then pointed at Ye Fan, "Do you dare to fight me now?"

"The pearl of rice grains also shines brightly. After today, Wang Kun will be removed from the Chinese cultivation world!"

Ye Fan answered the question that he was not right, and strode to the ring with a low and powerful tone.

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Chapter completed!