Shang Yan's registration time was too late, so it would take him at least 150 games before he could play. Shang Yan had to wait for a while.

Gradually, the more mysterious spiritualists appeared on the ring, and the moves they used began to transform into magic.

What kind of talismans, Qimen Dunjia Techniques, Divine Fighting, etc. are really wonderful.

Shang Yan also saw an acquaintance during the process.

Martial sword Aqi.

This time when entering the mountain, Ah Qi was wearing a very thick dress, with a knitted hat on his head and a ski glasses that occupied half of his face.

The military green down coat and ugg snow boots, if Shang Yan didn't look familiar with her bubble gum, she would probably not be able to recognize her.

A Qi held a long knife in his hand, but he seemed very calm.

His opponent is a white-haired boy who looks very young and doesn't know what the details are.

Shang Yan had seen A Qi's strength. Last time he encircled and suppressed the mountain python demon A Qi and fought with a ghost sword. Shang Yan was still very impressed.

When fighting the python demon, A Qi's ghost sword was not very conspicuous, because the python demon was too resistant to the attack and the scales on his body were also hard, but if the power of the ghost sword should not be underestimated if it was replaced by a human.

Ah Qi went up with the knife directly. She did not choose to stimulate the evil ghost in the knife as soon as possible. She wanted to try it out with her own sword skills first.

The pupil color of the white-haired boy's eyes is very different from that of ordinary people. He has red eyes and looks quite weird.

Facing A Qi's attack, the white-haired boy instantly changed his pupils. He immediately pulled out a wolf-headed knife from behind with his backhand, and slashed with A Qi and slashed each other.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of the blow between the swords was very fierce and the waves were loud. Both of them were people who used the swords. The sword techniques seemed to be comparable, and it was difficult to cut out a specific victory or defeat.

In the end, the white-haired boy couldn't help it anymore. He saw two wolf heads with big mouths open at the hilt of his wolf head. As the white-haired boy wanted to end the stalemate situation.

Black smoke was sprayed in the wolf's head, and as he waved it, the wolf smoke rose everywhere. The ring game became a little too poor in visibility, completely covering Ah Qi and the white-haired boy.

"Damn, I hate smoke bombs, I can't see anything."

"It's so disgusting, this guy is wasting my zqsg."

In the eyes of everyone, the smoke had no intention of dissipating at all, which naturally made everyone scratch their heads and were very curious about what was happening in the smoke.

However, when the smoke began to dissipate, the white-haired boy fell to the ground in a daze. No one knew what had happened just now, but from the result, it must be considered that Ah Qi won.

"Master Shen, Mr. Situ, I'll say hello." Shang Yan took it out from the handrail, said to Shen Qishun, and then took the initiative to walk towards A Qi who was walking down the arena.

"A Qi." Shang Yan took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, it's you, what a coincidence." A Qi replied with a smile, "Did you sign up for the competition?"

"Yes."

"Come on, I hope we can fight against you then."

"I'll do my best."

Just as Shang Yan and the other two were communicating, a girl with long burgundy hair suddenly ran over from the side. She was wearing a blue down jacket and a cotton earmuff on her ears.

"Sister Aqi, you are not injured, are you?" the girl asked nervously.

"Little Thirty-nine, I've told you how many times, don't call me sister outside." Ah Qi looked helpless.

"Okay, Sister Aqi, I remember." The girl looked serious.

"Who is this?" Shang Yan asked.

"Martial sword 39, one of my sisters, just call her 39."

"Oh." Shang Yan scratched his head. He also learned about the martial arts sword family last time.

The Martial Sword Family has lived together since the ancestors. At the beginning, the elders would name the children, but as the number of younger generations in the clan increased, members of the previous generation gathered to discuss and named the next generation by numbers.

From the beginning, when someone gave birth to a child, he was followed by the seventh generation of the martial arts sword family. Therefore, his name is A Qi.

And the burgundy girl next to her, undoubtedly ranked thirty-nine.

"Hello." Sanjiu greeted Shang Yan politely.

"Hello, my name is Shang Yan."

Ah Qi said: "What is your number? How long will it take to be your turn?"

"It's more than three hundred, it's still early."

Ah Qi pointed at the circular arch in one direction and said, "The winners of the first round are going to gather in the yard next to me. Sanjiu and I have passed, so we will go there first and wait for you to cry out for the young man."

"Okay." Shang Yan said.

Every member of the Martial Sword Family has a ghost sword. If he hadn't met an opponent with real things, no one would have been their opponent.

Watching A Qi and Sanjiu walk into the side door that can enter the second round, Shang Yan immediately returned to Chen Qishun and the others.

In the following time, Shang Yan also saw the massacre one after another. Zhu Jianzhou and others could see that their strength was not weak, and they all entered the second round.

As a result, Shang Yan couldn't help but wait a little anxiously. There were more than 300 people, so he had not included the registration behind him.

With the two-to-one mechanism, the number of people is really quite large.

"Why?" Chen Qishun handed Shang Yan a bag of potato chips.

"Thank you." The long wait really made people feel irritated. Shang Yan tore open the potato chips and immediately took them out and bit them.

"This battle Xuantan Club is really slow. I'm going to sleep." Chen Qishun couldn't help but yawn.

Situ Feiyu leaned against a railing and didn't even want to say anything. There were three cans of Red Bull on the seat next to him, and this old man could drink it very well.

During a difficult wait, the sun slowly rose and began to fall again. Finally, it was Shang Yan's turn to play, which is more than 300.

When he heard the little Taoist priest holding the loudspeaker shouting his number, Shang Yan instantly stood up from the armrest, then quickly walked towards the ring with the giant spirit banner.

"Come on, Shang Yan!" Chen Qishun was energetic and shouted.

Situ Feiyu silently opened a bottle of Red Bull.

As time passed, there were not many people who stayed in the corridor to watch the game, but it didn't matter. After all, it was not the finals at this time. At best, even if it was an audition, it didn't matter whether there were any spectators or not. Shang Yan's main concern was to go to the yard where the second round players were, which was where the masters were.
Chapter completed!