Twenty lifelike little firebirds were flying and hovering above the heads of the elites in the White Tiger Hall. Seeing the people beside them reaching out to grab the firebirds one by one, Liu Changsheng also made a random move, and a firebird suddenly fell into his palm.

After a slight sense of heat, the firebird twisted and changed into a red paper piece as big as a palm. In the center of the paper, there was a number that was shining with golden light - sixty-one.

After five or six breaths, the red paper slowly shattered and turned into nothing.

“Sixty-one!”

Liu Changsheng murmured, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

On the first day he entered the White Tiger Hall, Jin Hu once said that he was the 861st disciple of the White Tiger Hall. Now, he actually caught the number 61. Could it be that there is some divine will in the dark?

While thinking about it, he heard the elder Fang say again: "Old rules, draw the number one disciple and the number one disciple to fight against the number one disciple, draw the number two disciples to fight against the number one disciple, and so on. Now, from the top ten disciples and corresponding disciples to the ring, all the disciples watching the game make way and are not allowed to approach the ten feet of the ring!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he surrounded the eight groups of elite disciples. The monks facing the direction of the ring retreated to both sides, while the monks approaching the ring also retreated one after another.

Soon, eight channels connecting the arena appeared in front of eight groups of elite disciples.

Light and shadows flashed on the ten arenas, from left to right, one to ten and ten numbers appeared in turn.

"I didn't expect that Xiang was the first to go to the ring!"

Xiang Nan said with a wry smile, then strode out of the crowd and walked towards the No. 6 arena.

The firebird he caught just now was the Firebird No. 6.

Another disciple of the White Tiger Council followed Xiang Nan silently and walked towards another arena, but he drew No. 152.

Among the other square formations, monks also walked out and went to the corresponding ring. Soon, two monks stood on each of the ten rings.

The one who faced Xiang Nan was a disciple of the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation in Xuanwu Hall. He was thin but had a sharp look on his face.

"If you compete with your fellow disciples, you must not maliciously harm people's lives. As long as one party admits defeat, the other party shall not be entangled with them anymore. The winner enters the next round and the loser will be eliminated!"

Elder Fang's voice rang again.

Immediately afterwards, the inspiration flashed on the rings. In a moment, ten huge transparent light covers wrapped the ten rings so that they were airtight.

The light shield is about a foot thick and looks extremely strong.

The ring is ten feet high. Standing under this ring, you can see clearly no matter which direction you look at it, and there is no need to get too close.

As the light shield condensed, ten golden elixir elders emerged from the white jade platform. Their figures swayed and flew directly above the ten light shields. They either condensed into a cloud with their true energy and sat cross-legged, or stood up solemnly, quietly watching the movements inside the light shield.

"It seems that these ten elders are the referees!"

Liu Changsheng thought to himself that he had already observed the group of Golden Elders on the White Jade Platform.

The Baiyu platform faces the ring, with three rows of seats in total. The front row has the lowest seat position, but the number of cultivators is the largest, with more than twenty people, Duan Qianshan and Lu Yun are all in this row.

The second row seat is slightly higher, and there are ten monks sitting at this moment, including Feng Yi, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, who is obviously the leader of the Eight Halls and two other identifiable elders.

The third row has the highest seat, but at this moment, there is no monk.

Once the defensive light shields around the ring appear, it means you can take action.

All the monks' eyes immediately looked at the ten arenas.

Liu Changsheng naturally turned his attention to Xiang Nan and his opponent.

A series of colorful injunction lights rose up on the disciple of Xuanwu Hall. In a moment, the man had sacrificed several talismans, and his figure was protected by a colorful egg-shaped injunction light shield. A bronze spear and a square bronze shield in his hand began to emerge.

This person is quite calm. He first made sufficient defense and then asked to fight Xiang Nan.

On the other hand, Xiang Nan was flying around his red flames. The red flame sword that was hovering above his head had already turned into about a meter long and was ready to go. A ball of gray light quickly expanded and then dispersed. An iron-backed wolf with three feet long was emerging from the gray light, and the Subaru roared.

Unfortunately, the light shield seemed to be isolated from the sound. Everyone could only see the movements of the demon wolf, but could not hear its sound.

The next moment, the Red Flame Sword moved and trembled in the air. More than ten red sword shadows flew out from the long sword and slashed towards the disciples of Xuanwu Hall at the same time.

At the same time, the iron-backed wolf swayed and rushed towards the disciples of Xuanwu Hall. In a flash, it had already arrived in front of the disciples of Xuanwu Hall, which seemed to be a little faster than the sword shadow.

The disciples of Xuanwu Temple suddenly became in a hurry.

The spear in his hand shook, and dozens of spear shadows flew out, stabbing the iron-backed wolf, and the bronze shield stood up in front of him, blocking all the figures behind the shield.

"This person is sure to lose!"

A thought flashed through Liu Changsheng's mind and he looked at another arena.

This disciple of Xuanwu Temple can at most draw against the Iron-backed Canglang, but Xiang Nan has not yet moved and has firmly gained the advantage.

If it were Liu Changsheng, who fought against the White Tiger Church disciple who owned the spirit beast, he would definitely kill him before the opponent sacrificed the spirit beast. Otherwise, the opponent would have taken the lead.

On the other arena, a disciple of Linghe Temple and Shangguan Liuyun from Qinglong Hall are facing each other.

The disciples of Linghe Temple were flying around six black flying knives about a foot long, but Shangguan Liuyun only had a long sword with a green light in his hand.

Suddenly, Shangguan Liuyun waved his long sword casually, and a green sword shadow soared into the sky, turning into about a foot long in the blink of an eye, and slashed at the disciples of Linghe Temple.

Although the forbidden light shield isolates the sound of the sword roar, you can also feel the overwhelming spiritual pressure contained in this sword.

The disciples of Linghe Temple changed their expressions drastically, and their figure flew backwards, desperately urging six flying knives to slash them in front of them. Unfortunately, all this was useless. The three flying knives had just blocked them in front of them and were already slashed by the sword shadow. The next moment, the sword shadow had already slashed on the disciples of Linghe Temple.

The body protection light shield shattered and the clothes were shattered. The figure of the disciple of Linghe Temple was cut off to the forbidden light shield, and the entire light shield trembled violently.

On the opposite side, Shangguan Liuyun put away the flying sword in a graceful manner, and a faint smile appeared on his face!

"It's over, so soon?"

Beside Liu Changsheng, Zhao Yu's disciple Zhao Yong murmured, feeling a chill rising in his heart.

Looking at the ring, the disciple of Linghe Hall was actually cut down by a sword, lying on the ring motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or dizzy.

An illusory sword shadow slashed an elite disciple. His strength was so powerful.

Even Liu Changsheng's heart was inexplicably beating wildly, and he secretly thought about how to deal with it if he encountered Shangguan Liuyun.

Under the ring, there was a silence at first, then a thunderous cheer sounded, and even the screams of female disciples were mixed.

Liu Changsheng looked at the screaming place and saw more than ten female disciples from Qinglong Hall gathered there. His eyes looked at Shangguan Liuyun, full of excitement and admiration.

Over the ring, the gray-robed elder sitting cross-legged in the clouds seemed to have not expected the battle to end so soon, and stood up in surprise.

Then, he shook his head, smiled slightly, raised his hand and shot out several magic tricks on the ring. The ban light shield slowly dissipated.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Shangguan Liuyun respectfully saluted the elder of the gray robe.

Then, he bowed to the direction where the Baiyu High Platform was, and then slowly walked to the edge of the arena, his figure swayed and flew down.

He is handsome and gentle, humble and arrogant in every move!

The female cultivators under the ring made their eyes straight.

"This bastard is very good at pretending!"

However, Liu Changsheng rolled his eyes secretly and turned his head to look at the arena where Xiang Nan was.

Sure enough, the disciple of Xuanwu Temple fought with the Iron-backed Canglang, while Xiang Nan easily controlled the Red Flame Sword and slashed horizontally and vertically, with a relaxed expression.

When it comes to group battles, the disciples of Xuanwu Temple can gain an advantage by relying on the power of formations and talismans, while the disciples of Baihu Temple who fight alone and have the help of spiritual beasts are obviously more advantageous.

After just a cup of tea, the disciple of Xuanwu Temple who was smashed by Xiang Nan with the Red Flame Sword had already admitted defeat and failed.

The battle ended one after another, and the slowest one in the arena, two equal opponents took half an hour to decide the outcome.

In this group, Xiang Nan and another disciple from the White Tiger Temple won one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the second group of twenty monks appeared on the ring.

In this group, Leng Jianqiu and another disciple from the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation participated in the battle.

Leng Jianqiu, who had only two second-level lightning dogs to help, had only lasted a stick of incense and had been defeated by a powerful disciple of the Sky Eagle Church. The disciple of the Sky Eagle Church held two short-handled purple gold hammers, and while swinging, the hammer shadows were scattered on the ring. Fortunately, this was a ring match between the same sects. Otherwise, Leng Jianqiu's two lightning dogs would not have been stunned, but were killed by the hammer.

However, the disciple of the White Tiger Temple who was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation had a fierce two-headed monster lion spirit beast, which easily won the battle.

The third batch, the fourth batch...

After fighting one after another, Liu Changsheng was still interested in watching it. After watching it for too much, he gradually felt boring. He simply closed his eyes and rested without caring about the situation of the battle.

It was only after a burst of exclamations that Liu Changsheng opened his eyes, followed the sound, and saw clearly the situation on the ring. The expression on Liu Changsheng's face suddenly became richer.
Chapter completed!