The entire competition process is divided into group stage, quarter-finals, semi-finals, and the final.

It is worth mentioning that the ‘Qingyun Elders’ Celestial Group’ led by Patriarch Qinghong has been built up step by step through its own strength, and there is no behind-the-scenes operation... at least it seems that there is none so far.

Under the expectant eyes of many monks, the first group match began.

Coincidentally, the first match was between the ‘Qingyun Elder Heavenly Group’ led by Qinghong Ancestor and the ‘Bliss Heavenly Group’ of Huanxi Sect.

And the opponent's leader was also a Vajra Arhat in the sect who was in the elixir formation stage.

The two sides adhered to the principle of competition first and friendship second. Before the game even started, it was already full of gunpowder.

After Qinghong sat down in his seat, he taunted the Huanximen group not far away: "You guys, who are only in the pill-forming stage, want to steal the championship from me? What a joke?

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Faced with the trash talk of Patriarch Qinghong, Gao Yuan, the Vajra Arhat of Huanxi Sect, also refuted it.

"Can the dignified ancestor of the Qingyun Sect only know how to talk? I hope you won't be beaten to tears by me for a while."

As soon as these words came out, Patriarch Qinghong, who was already grumpy, suddenly turned cold.

Then a large number of dark clouds began to appear over the entire venue, and there were even faint fluctuations of the power of the Dharma in them.

Huanximen Gaoyuan's face suddenly became very ugly. He then remembered that although everyone is equal in the game, they are not in reality.

If Patriarch Qinghong loses suddenly, he might be killed with a sword in reality.

Thinking of this, Gao Yuan stopped talking and focused on his mobile phone.

It's just that although he didn't speak, the pressure from Ancestor Qinghong was real.

Moreover, this pressure also radiated to the entire Huanxi Sect team and other monks who were watching.

Because they are also worried about whether they will encounter the same situation if they defeat Patriarch Qinghong in the future.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan was well prepared and knew that there would definitely be many people playing outside the game in this first e-sports competition.

"Qinghong, you, the ancestor of Nascent Soul, are bullying a group of juniors. Isn't it too disrespectful for you?"

Master Tianji, who is also the ancestor of the righteous sect Tianji Sect, said with a smile.

And beside Master Tianji, there are several Nascent Soul Ancestors from other sects.

These are all foreign aids invited by Lu Yuan to prevent anyone from threatening the players during the game.

Although Lu Yuan cannot be absolutely fair, he still has to try his best to be relatively fair.

After Master Tianji intervened, Patriarch Qinghong also put away his magical powers.

"Don't worry, Monster Monk of Huanxi Sect, although I don't like you guys either, but since I have been entrusted by others, I must fulfill my duty."

"I promise that no matter what the outcome of this competition is, no one can take action against you until you successfully leave the right path."

"Of course, provided you don't cause trouble on our territory."

After receiving these guarantees, many contestants immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But among them, another team composed of Qingyun Sect's true disciples didn't look relaxed at all.

Their demonic team can leave, but where will the disciples of Qingyun Sect go?

It's okay that this team hasn't met the ancestor and master. Once they do, will they dare to win?

Even if you give them a hundred courages, they won’t dare!

Thinking of this, several people began to pray in their hearts, praying that Ancestor Qinghong's team would not enter the finals.

Because these true disciples have observed that as long as they don't reach the finals, they will not encounter the ancestor's team, and they will not face such an embarrassing situation.

After this small episode, the competition in the venue quickly returned to normal.

Xu Zile, on the other hand, looked at the ten people in the picture who had entered the Xianxia Canyon with a curious look on his face.

It has to be said that this kind of scene of watching other people fighting is really unique, especially when the people in this scene can only use simple magical powers, the battle becomes more flexible.

Every decision-making, every handling of the military line, including the subsequent team battles and the selection of 'magic weapons', all test the monk's level.

This also let Xu Zile know that what Lu Yuan said before turned out to be not lying to him.

Looking around at the good and evil competing on the same stage, and the cheers of the audience.

Xu Zile thought of it for no reason.

Compared with the current lower realm, which is full of humanity and fun, the upper realm he wore before... what the hell was it?
Chapter completed!