Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

This competition was held at Xingluo Mountain next to the Qing River Valley.

Starfall Mountain, as its name suggests, looks like stars falling from the sky. Nine huge platforms of different shapes are scattered at random. At the foot of the westernmost mountain is a site shaped like a broad bean and about 3,000 square meters in size surrounded by clear water;

On its right side, there are two rows of squares distributed in a trapezoidal shape, three on the left and two on the right, both large at the top and small at the bottom. The top is about 5,000 square meters; the three eastmost are distributed in an arc.

These competition platforms have been temporarily numbered, from west to east, from top to bottom, and they are competition platforms No. 1 to No. 9.

Each competition platform is divided into about ten small venues, mainly for the first few rounds. The number of people in the first round of several large competition platforms is as high as 5,000 or 6,000, and the competition must be completed on the first day. Why not divide it into a few more areas?

OK.

Yesterday they had received the number plate for this competition. Yunli's number plate is 7798. She will complete the first 5 games at the No. 2 competition platform; while Wei Lin is No. 1 and the first 5 games will be at the No. 1 venue. It is close, as long as it is not

It was extremely unlucky that the two of them came on the stage at the same time to compete, so there was no way they could make it in time.

In the mid-air of Xingluishan Mountain, there is a huge suspended scrolling screen, which displays the number plates of the two sides that day, the specific competition platform, the competition venue, and the names of the referees of each competition platform. It is similar to the large screen that displayed train information at the train station in the previous life.

Very similar.

Yunli looked up and stared at the scrolling screen in the air, and immediately saw Wei Lin's message, Competition Stage 13, Game 2, No. 1 vs. No. 2084.

"You are in the second show!" she exclaimed, and said quickly: "You go first, don't be late."

The inhumane rules of Canye Pavilion are that arriving late will be considered as a waiver and will be eliminated directly, leaving no chance for mistakes.

Wei Lin nodded and warned: "If you like the information, come over and tell me first."

She responded and looked up again. Just when her eyes were about to be pierced by mosquito coils, she finally saw the information about her examination room. Competition platform No. 26, Game 15, No. 5231 vs. No. 7798.

She arrived after more than ten games, and each game took about ten minutes at least. If she encountered someone who was evenly matched, it would take a few hours, so she rushed to Wei Lin's competition venue with confidence.

Squeezing through the crowd to Wei Lin's side, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, we haven't started yet."

"What about you, when will it start?"

"It's early."

After replying this sentence, she looked towards the stage. The two people above were both at the seventh level of Qi training. The monk with the high ponytail on the right was forced to the edge of the thunder platform by the monk with the shawl hair on the opposite side. When he saw that he was about to fall, he tilted his body and slipped.

When he reached the side of the round platform, he slapped his back with the big knife in his hand. The shawl-haired monk flopped a few times like a duck and fell to the ground.

Someone in the crowd sighed regretfully. It was a pity that he was only one move away. If he had not met someone of the same level, with his strength, it would have been possible for him to qualify with 5 wins.

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to land on his face, he stuck the long sword on the ground with his backhand, and at the same time hooked one of his toes on the edge of the ring, and the long sword bounced back to the stage again. The smile on the high ponytail monk's face froze.

Angry and angry, he slashed at him with a big knife.

"What a risk! What a risk! Senior Brother Yanjiu is so resilient!" A woman next to him praised.

The two of them fought with each other, evenly matched, and the battle was in full swing, which made everyone excited and exclaimed that it was wonderful.

After burning the incense, the woman from before spoke again: "Senior Brother Yanjiu is gentle and elegant, with outstanding grace, and his sword and posture are flowing and flowing."

Yunli glanced at her, could this be her admirer with shawl hair?

The woman on the other side glanced sideways at the woman before, and said gently and gently: "Brother Hao Shisan is not bad at all. He has a majestic appearance and a heroic spirit. He wields this sword with great courage!"

Yunli nodded clearly, this person must be a fan of high ponytails.

After a cup of tea, the two people on the stage were still in an inseparable fight. The fans of both families in the audience were a little uninterested. Yunli covered her mouth and yawned. When will it end?

Half an hour later, people started to go to other competition arenas. Only those who competed in this arena today and their relatives and friends had to wait.

An hour later, not to mention the audience in the audience, even the base-building referee on the stage looked up at the sky impatiently. There were more than 20 games to be played today. If this delay continued, he would not want to go back today.

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The people watching in the audience are very tired, and the people fighting on the stage are even more tired. While fighting, they complain about their bad luck. If they meet someone with similar strength, they should lose. If they don’t want to, win. The other party won’t let them, so they can only

consume each other.

Seeing the referee's expression getting worse and worse, Yan Jiu painfully threw a fireball talisman at Hao Shisan, catching him off guard. Taking advantage of this flaw, he forced Hao Shisan off the stage and ended this long battle.

Competition.

Yunli holds his forehead, brother, if you have the talisman, you should use it as soon as possible. Why waste everyone's time!

This talisman was bought by Yan Jiu to deal with his high-level sect members. The thought of using it on Hao Shisan, who is also at the seventh level of Qi training, makes me angry!

"No. 37 wins, next game!" The referee said almost the moment Hao Shisan fell.

There was unabashed eagerness and relief in his voice.

The onlookers also cheered up, "It's finally over!"

Wei Lin tiptoed and landed lightly on the ring.

The voices in the audience were stagnant, and someone gasped: "You are too young!"

"What's wrong with you being young? I'm at the ninth level of Qi training."

Someone who was well-informed immediately said: "Furthermore, Senior Brother Qianjiu is Master Jingzhe's only disciple. I hope I won't meet him."

"Master Jingzhe has accepted a disciple?!" A monk who had been in seclusion for many years and was not interested in worldly affairs was shocked and frightened when he heard that the person who could be favored by Master Jingzhe must be extraordinary. He was then glad that he was not on the No. 1 competition platform and would not be able to do so for the time being.

come across.

Yunli turned her head, her senior brother is already so famous! Hehe, after this little competition, he will definitely be famous in Canye Pavilion, and then she can probably leave sideways.

Killer organizations are not interested in pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. Here, strength is the best deterrent.

After Wei Lin, a fat young man with a plump figure and a sad face climbed onto the ring tremblingly and stood far away on the edge of the ring.

The Foundation Establishment referee glanced at him coolly. After what happened just now, he now hates people who dawdle most. He said coldly: "Let's get started."

After finishing his words, Wei Lin tiptoed and was about to step forward when the fat young man jumped off the ring with lightning speed that was extremely inconsistent with his weight, shocking everyone on the stage and in the audience.

"Damn it, I have to try it anyway."

"It's just a coward! It's just a child, look at how cowardly he is."

"That whole body of flesh was really wasted."

The fat young man's face was red from holding back, and he was a group of guys who stood and talked without pain in their backs. They were the direct disciples of Lord Jingzhe, and they killed a ruthless person in the Foundation Establishment stage. He just practiced the sixth level of qi and got a fart.

The referee twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "No. 1 wins, next game!"

Wei Lin jumped off the stage, and everyone unconsciously moved out of the way.

After walking far, Yunli suddenly stopped and said, "I remembered that the fat man just now was one of the people who overheard our conversation that day."

Wei Lin gave her a blank look, "I just remembered."

Looking him up and down, Yunli praised: "Okay, you can win without fighting with just one sentence!"

Wei Lin sent a message: "Think about yourself, what tactics will you use later?"

"You can't use the Huanshi Ling, so you can only use that hammer." Before going out today, she wrapped all the vital parts with the Huanshi Ling, and then put on the black robe, which was very safe.

The competition stage on No. 26 was normal. Talisman magic weapons were coming and going, and the roaring sound was endless. Yunli couldn't help but worry that the stage would not be able to hold up and collapse first.

Fortunately, Canye Pavilion's arena was not a shoddy project. When it was her turn in the afternoon, the arena was still as stable as a mountain.

She jumped onto the stage, raised her head, and saw a familiar face jumping up across from them. Both of them were stunned, and then she said in surprise: "Brother Haojiu, what a coincidence! You're all right."

Thinking of the grievances he felt in the secret realm, Hao Jiu's anger rose, and his face instantly became ferocious. They were careless in the secret realm and fell into the trap of this witch. He will definitely avenge this today!

Everyone in the audience saw this and sighed. There is no suspense in this battle. A little loli who is at the fourth level of Qi training and is not familiar with the world, and a young man who is at the eighth level of Qi training and has rich experience. Who will win?

And metaphor.

I saw the young and middle-aged man on the stage with distorted face and fierce eyes, which made me even more regretful. It seemed that the little loli was unlucky. She was destined to die on the spot today when she encountered such a fierce and fierce person.

Someone noticed Wei Lin who came with her, and couldn't help praising the young man for his courage. Then they thought that Yunli was even more unlucky. She had such a big backer, but she met a stupid young man, and blood was inevitably spilled on the arena.

Hao Jiu laughed evilly, turned his wrists and made a clicking sound, and said in an evil voice: "Little devil, today I will teach you how to be a good person!"

The referee on the stage looked indifferent. There were many unlucky guys like this, and this one was no exception. He said in a calm tone: "Let's begin."
Chapter completed!