Wang Chongyue was proud and very satisfied with the effect of his words.

"Okay, let's not talk much, the outer goal competition team promotion will officially begin now!"

After Wang Chongyue finished speaking, he walked towards the seat of the elders of the outer gate with his hands behind his back and with his eight-character steps.

The other nine elders looked at him with strange expressions, and some people couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"You old boy, you can never change your habit of showing off."

The elder of the Sutra Hall who was close to Wang Chongyue couldn't help but laugh and scold.

Wang Chongyue laughed loudly, not ashamed, but proud, and said, "Life is short. If you can pretend not to be silly, what fun can you say? You don't understand my realm, and the masters are lonely."

All the elders were defeated.

The manager who was in charge of the battle field ruling began to recite one by one.

"The first group, No. 3 vs. No. 16."

"The second group, No. 2 vs. No. 7."

...

"Team 10th Group, No. 5 vs. No. 31."

After finishing the work, the disciples walked out of the battle table and came to the ten battle platforms in the center of the battle field.

Except for the top 30 disciples in the previous session, most of the disciples who signed up for the competition, there is still a big gap between them. Therefore, on the battle stage, the winner can often be determined in just a few moves.

In the first round of the battle, no outstanding disciples appeared, and the ended quickly.

In the second round, a familiar figure appeared.

Yin Qiu, the son of Yin Qingyang, the president of Changshan Martial Arts Academy.

Yin Qiu was one of the seven disciples who joined the outer sect of Lingyun Sect in the last term. He used to be nicknamed "Both Sword and Sword" when he was in the Martial Arts Camp.

He was assigned to the tenth group. As soon as he came on stage, he was useless even his weapons and defeated his opponent with one palm, which caused a burst of exclamation.

Yang Yi glanced at the Zhao brothers and found that their faces were not very good-looking.

Yin Qiu is different from his father Yin Qingyang. He is arrogant and conceited and alone.

The Zhao brothers probably haven't recruited him, but they seem to have been rejected by others.

From Yin Qiu's palm just now, Yang Yi roughly judged that his strength should be above Zhao Huahao.

Unfortunately, Zhao Huahao was also assigned to the tenth group this year.

It seems that the two will meet sooner or later.

"It's interesting."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Yi's mouth.

"The third round, the ninth group, the seventh vs. the twenty-five."

Hearing that he had read his number, Yang Yi carried a gun and walked towards the No. 9 Battle Platform.

The other party was a sixteen-year-old boy with a perfect cultivation level of the twelfth level of the Body Refining Realm. He immediately smiled when he saw Yang Yi, "Haha, I didn't expect that I was lucky. The one I met in the first battle was a disciple who had just started this year!"

Yang Yi was speechless. It seemed that this guy had never heard of his name, otherwise he would not dare to be so presumptuous.

The manager in charge of No. 9 Battle Station also glanced at the boy speechlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Defeat!"

The young man shouted loudly and swung his sword to stab Yang Yi. His light skills were not weak, and his sword skills were not bad either.

Unfortunately, he met Yang Yi.

Yang Yi stood there, without moving, and just gently lifted the iron threaded gun.

The boy was shocked and suddenly found that the sword in his hand was gone, and there was a coldness coming from his neck.

Yang Yi's spear tip was pointing at his throat.

"How is it possible? I'm defeated now?"

"How about you try again?" Yang Yi jokingly.

"Are you the Yang Yi who shot Hanshui Village with one shot?" The young man suddenly woke up and said in horror.

"It seems to be me."

The boy immediately covered his face and fled. Thinking of the arrogant words just now, he was so embarrassed that he could not hold his crotch in his head.

Yang Yi jumped off the stage and got a three-pointer with ease.

The warriors in the ninth group smiled bitterly and speechlessly.

It’s okay if you have that genius Zhao Huajie, but now there is Yang Yi. It seems that there is no hope for the top two in the group stage.

The group stage was very fast, and six rounds were held in less than twenty minutes.

No surprise, in the next few battles, no one could have walked through a move under Yang Yi's gun.

After six consecutive battles, Yang Yi easily accumulated eighteen points.

In a battle, the loser will be one point, two points each in the draw, and the winner will be three points.

No one dared to deliberately let the team go to a draw, so there are almost no one who can really remember two points.

The disciples of the ninth group have only four of them who have always maintained a winning streak.

Except for the seed player Zhao Huajie, the other three are Yang Yi, Lu Tian and Zhao Huaxin.

This kid Lu Tian is not bad either. Not only has the peak cultivation level of the twelfth level of the Body Refining Realm, but his combat power is also higher than the peak of the twelfth level, and he has the ability to fight with ordinary blood exchange warriors.

However, the look of this guy looking at Yang Yi was somewhat depressed.

The battle after six rounds is getting more and more intense.

Often, as soon as they come on the stage, everyone will use their tricks directly and dare not make any reservations.

In the seat where the city owner of Zhoucheng was watching, Lu Liming was chatting with a familiar city owner.

"There are two little guys in Xiaotian's group who are very strong. It seems that it will be difficult for Xiaotian to enter the top 20 this year."

Lu Liming nodded and said, "That son of Zhao Yunfeng is good. He didn't expect that he could break the limit of the 12th level of the Body Refining Realm through the Lingyun Thirteen Spurs. It seems that he should be the first in his group. Yang Yi is not bad either, and his combat power should be only one line worse than Zhao Huajie. The top two in the group should be them."

"I think that Yang Yi may be a little stronger than Zhao Huajie."

The person who was talking to Lu Liming looked about fifty years old, not tall, but he was very strong, his breath was condensed and he was very majestic.

If Yang Yi saw this person, he would definitely find that he looked somewhat similar to Xuan Zhaopeng, the owner of Xuan Yunzhuang.

He is Xuan Zhaolong, the lord of Xuanzhou City among the top ten prefectures, and is also Xuan Zhaopeng's brother.

"Why did Brother Xuan say this?" Lu Liming said in surprise.

"That little guy didn't use any internal energy in the previous six battles. He had never used a second move, and even the moves he used were just the most basic three styles of the gun technique. Don't you find it strange?"

Xuan Zhaolong said with a smile.

"When you say this, it seems that it's really the case. It seems that another extraordinary genius disciple has emerged from the outer sect of this sect."

Lu Liming recalled for a moment and nodded in surprise.

"And, I vaguely felt a breath of martial arts power in him. Perhaps, he had already realized the will of the gun."

Xuan Zhaolong stroked his beard and said, his eyes uncovered his appreciation for Yang Yi.

"Gun intention? Interesting, haha, it seems that you will see a good shooting duel in this ninth group later!"

Lu Liming immediately became interested and focused more on the ninth group.

His second son was divided into the second group, and there was no opponent in that group, and there was no suspense.

Soon, the ninth group ushered in the first climax duel.

Yang Yi was called to fight against Zhao Huaxin.

Yang Yi took the gun to the No. 9 Battle Stage and looked at Zhao Huaxin who was slowly taking the stage opposite.

"Yang Yi, although I may not be your opponent, for my brother, I will leave some marks on you even if I fight to the death today!"

After Zhao Huaxin took the stage, she stared at Yang Yi angrily and said word by word.

Her appearance is actually very outstanding, but perhaps due to her personality, her overall temperament is destroyed. When she said this, her face was even more distorted, and she looked like a female yaksha.

"Even your second brother is not able to leave a mark on me. When you face me, you only have despair and don't have to talk nonsense. Take action, let me see the Thirteenth Strike of the Zhao Family."

Yang Yi was unmoved and glanced at Zhao Huaxin faintly.
Chapter completed!