Mortal's journey to immortality

The first round of the competition ended at sunset. Except for Lu Feng, the twin female cultivators who met Mengge and were defeated by the five Futang players, Wang Lu, Chen Tang, Liu Chun and Han Yu all entered the next round.

This made Bai Yifan, who thought he would be wiped out in the first round, a little happy.

Everyone meditates to restore their magic power.

Wang Lu didn't spend much mana. He went to the bustling Jasper Square at night and bought the results of the first day's competition from a wind media.

The jade slips describe the process and analysis of each battle in detail.

Wang Lu looked at the record of his own competition with great interest:

While the opponent was not paying attention, Wang Lu of Fu Tang threw dozens of elementary and intermediate talismans. In less than ten breaths, the battle was over.

Analysis: Futang Wanglu is a master with many spiritual stones. During battle, you need to guard against his Fuzhuan attacks. The specific combat power is unknown.

Then looking down, Wang Lu saw the performances of Chen Ya'er, Huang Yan and He Chan. Like Xu Kui, the three of them had broken through the middle stage of foundation building and reached the late stage of foundation building.

Moreover, the victory process of the three of them was relatively easy. Their opponents often lasted less than half a quarter of an hour, and were either knocked off the ring or forced to admit defeat.

Except for Xu Kui, who showed off his unique skill in body training, the other three all used spiritual weapons and magic power to win. This made Wang Lu look forward to their performance in the competition more and more.

The performance of other people in the jade slips was also quite outstanding, and Wang Lu kept them all in mind.

At Chen hour the next day, the competition continued.

After passing the first day's catching and comparison test, there were still 201 people left.

Everyone continued to draw lots, and this time the lucky winner was still Futang's Korean. The reward given to her this time was even more enviable. She was directly rewarded with two hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, which made her the first in this competition. A red man.

Wang Lu changed from No. 38 to No. 39, and his opponent was An Qing, who was at the top of the Weapon Refining Hall's foundation.

After the lottery was completed, it was the deputy sect leader Chen Zhu who announced the start of the competition. Chen Zhu still dressed like a scholar, but his aura was deeper.

On the platform, the contestants were Chen Ya'er and Liu Chun from their Fu Hall. Because Chen Ya'er casually placed a ban, no one watching the battle heard the conversation between the two.

When many male cultivators watching the match saw Chen Ya'er on the stage, they screamed and cheered, almost breaking the restrictions placed by Chen Ya'er. She was worthy of being one of the top four fairies of the Dream Sect.

Chen Yaer removed the ban, and what was surprising was that Liu Chun immediately admitted defeat.

Chen Yaer took Liu Chun's hand, and the two of them talked and laughed like good sisters, and walked off the A-shaped ring together.

Soon it was Wang Lu's turn. Wang Lu stepped onto the C-shaped platform. His opponent was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a peak cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building and a strong aura.

When he saw Wang Lu, An Qing immediately released a top-quality defensive weapon and sneered at Wang Lu with a "hehe" before introducing him.

Seeing that his opponent seemed to understand his strategy, he still threw dozens of talismans and attacked Anqing.

After half a stick of incense, An Qing's face turned pale, and the ultimate defensive weapon was crumbling. He saw Wang Lu still throwing dozens of talismans and seals at him at once. He gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do. He struggled to inject the remaining mana into the spiritual weapon.

After persisting for a while, he finally gave up the resistance. It was so frustrating for him. He had not even used the skills and special skills to defeat the opponent, but he was defeated so unwillingly.

"This time, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." An Qing said through gritted teeth.

"Fellow Taoist accepts the concession," Wang Lu said.

The crowd watching the battle below the C-shaped platform also had a blank look on their faces at this time. They had seen shameless people, but they had never seen anyone as shameless as Wang Lu. To put it unambiguously, victory was completely achieved by using spiritual stones. This made They were speechless.

What made them even more speechless was that when Wang Lu touched his storage bag, the guy actually smiled meaningfully. Did his talisman fall from the sky? This was simply too deceiving.

After this competition, his reputation has spread, but it is not a good reputation.

The competition is in full swing, and not everyone is like Wang Lu, winning effortlessly with the help of magic talismans.

There were several brutal matches in the second round, especially the violent match between Shenlimen's violent girl and the Yan family's second seed Yan Ziyu.

The violent girl initially used a top-grade spiritual weapon that looked like a mountain, and Yan Ziyu, whose spiritual consciousness was also relatively powerful, used a set of high-grade spiritual weapons like the Zimu Sword, which was good at both offense and defense.

The two fought for nearly half an hour, with the Son-Mother Sword God appearing and disappearing. They were able to break through the violent girl's defensive weapon several times, and the situation developed in the direction of Yan Ziyu.

At this time, the violent girl suddenly put away the mountain spiritual weapon. Her original six-foot body instantly doubled in size. A set of dark purple armor covered her whole body, only revealing two red eyes.

She shouted loudly, disappeared in an instant, and appeared next to Yan Ziyu in an instant, hitting Yan Ziyu with a punch like a thunderstorm.

Yan Ziyu did not panic. He waved his hand and the mother sword appeared like lightning and slashed at the violent girl's fist. The five child swords formed a sword curtain in front of him and quickly retreated at the same time.

There was a sarcastic look in the violent girl's eyes, and she ignored the mother sword. The shadow of her fist hit the sword screen, and at the same time, another fist hit the mother sword as fast as lightning.

"Bang" and "bang", two sounds like huge waves echoed in the ring. The ring seemed to be about to collapse, shaking endlessly. A light yellow circle of light quickly covered the top from the bottom of the ring. The originally shaking ring was as stable as a rock. .

The mother sword was hit by the huge force and kept flying in the air, while the sword screen was scattered by the fist shadow, and the fist shadow hit Yan Ziyu like a broken bamboo.

Yan Ziyu looked calm, as if he had made up his mind. He took out a shining golden bead from his storage bag, squeezed the magic formula, and threw it at the violent girl.

When the violent girl saw Yan Ziyu take out the beads, an inexplicable chill came from her heart. She dropped Yan Ziyu and immediately changed direction.

"Humph, it's too late." Yan Ziyu said coldly.

"Boom" a flash of thunder flashed, and the arena shook violently.

After a moment, the light dissipated, and Yan Ziyu was covered in scars and panting heavily, while the violent girl's armor was shattered and her body returned to its original size. Her breath was unstable, but she was not seriously injured.

She stared at Yan Ziyu fiercely and suddenly appeared beside Yan Ziyu, punching him one after another until Yan Ziyu fainted and finally stopped.

Then he left two words: "Holy shit" and walked off the ring.

The monks who were watching in the audience were all silent when they saw such a tragic scene, and then burst into shouts one after another.

This is the real big competition, and this competition also begins the official curtain for Da Bila.