The entire battle between Xu Yan and Ma Ming was not long. Not only did it not develop as expected by everyone present, but it did not even show up in the mutual anxiety and indissoluble scenes. After just three moves of confrontation with each other, Ma Ming vomited blood and fell to the ground to rush to death. This made all the disciples present stunned, and even many elders sitting in the canopy couldn't help but stand up at this moment.

After Xu Yan was nodded by the border elder, he walked to the resting place of the Dongzi Sect, ignoring the various gazes that were shooting towards him.

A female disciple of Dongzi Sect saw Xu Yan sitting next to her. After hesitating for a while, she finally chose to say to him as a young man: "Brother Xu, why are you so strong now? I remember that you just joined the sect three years ago."

Xu Yan naturally knew this young girl named Xu Hui. Like Xu Niu of Chenyang Sect, they both came from the Xujia Village at the foot of the mountain, which was only about a hundred families. He looked at the Xu Hui, who was only accepted by the elder of the Dongzi Sect, and thought for a moment before he smiled and replied: "Senior Brother Ma Ming probably because I am the sect leader's personal disciple, and I know that I only have a second-story cultivation level, so I held my hand with me. He was defeated by my sudden sword. It was just a lucky chance that I could beat him."

Xu Hui could not realize Xu Yan's pretended to be humble in her words. Instead, she felt that the other party's explanation was reasonable, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. However, although she agreed with Xu Yan's words in her heart, there was still a smile on her face, and comforted Xu Yan: "Brother Xu doesn't have to be too modest. I believe that with your strength, even if you meet Senior Brother Ma Ming who is doing his best, you will definitely be able to fight."

Xu Yan heard what she meant, and didn't say anything more, just nodded with a smile.

...

After Ma Ming returned to the camp of the Chunzi Sect under injury, he undoubtedly rolled his eyes from those inner disciples. Some of them sarcastically said, "I thought you, Ma Ming, were at least a tough guy. I didn't expect you to be just showing off in front of me. Why, when you saw that the other party was the sect leader's personal disciple, you didn't dare to take action? Or are you worried that if you beat the other party, you would be kicked out of the master?"

When Ma Ming heard this, his face turned gloomy as water, but more of it was helpless. After all, only he had truly experienced Xu Yan's sword, and only he knew how terrible the other party's sword was.

Seeing that Ma Ming was silent, the inner disciple of Chunzi Sect had no intention of letting him go, so he continued to sarcastically: "What? After losing to a two-story sword cultivator, he became mute?" The inner disciple laughed, turned to the people on his side and continued: "Dear brothers, have you seen it? I said before that Ma Ming dared not do his best. It was indeed not as expected."

"Ma Ming, it's fine if you say you don't dare to do your best. You just juggled two swords and then were defeated by the opponent with one sword. The opponent has a second-story cultivation level. Even if you are acting, you have to act more realistically, right? Are you really trying to keep your position as an outer disciple and don't even want to be shameless? You really give us the Chun-word School a long face."

When this inner disciple spoke the four words "outer disciple", he undoubtedly quietly aggravated his tone.

As the saying goes, the Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of anger. When Ma Ming heard this, no matter how good his temper was, he could not remain silent. He looked at the disciple coldly, but did not intend to argue with him. He just said, "Zhang Zhihen, I know that with your spirit, I naturally would not believe that Ma Ming lost the game because he was inferior to others. I don't want to defend anything about this, but I really want to see that when you meet this junior brother, you can hold on to his hand a few more moves."

Of course, Zhang Zhiheng would not believe Ma Ming's words. After all, in his eyes, the latter was a bastard who deliberately lost the competition in order to maintain his position. He immediately snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "No matter how poor I, Zhang Zhihen, would not be chopped out by a sword cultivator on the second floor, and would not make myself spit blood in the mouth in order to protect my position, and behave like a real thing. Who do you think you are pretending to be pitiful?"

Ma Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. However, he knew that it was useless to say more in this situation, so he kept silent. However, when he drew the bamboo stick for the 'first round, first game', the female disciple who had comforted him before frowned after hearing Ma Ming's words, she couldn't help but ask Ma Ming softly: "What the senior brother said before is true? Did the young junior brother really defeat the senior brother with just one sword with his own strength?"

Seeing Ma Ming's face look ugly, the female disciple hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother, don't get me wrong... I'm not doubting my senior brother's character, I just want to know the true combat power of that junior brother, so as not to appear to me if I unfortunately meet him in the future..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Ma Ming looked at her with a complicated expression and replied bluntly: "Junior Sister Xueqing, I know that your strength is much stronger than Brother Yu, but if you really meet your junior brother, I don't think you are his opponent, unless you can break through to the Middle Three Realms."

After hearing this reply, the female disciple whose real name Gu Xueqing couldn't help but frown even more, and her eyes couldn't help but look at Xu Yan, who was already sitting in the camp of the Dongzi Sect, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

...

Xu Yan, who was sitting in the camp of the Dongzi Sect, naturally knew that there were always different gazes around him, but he remained silent and ignored him.

Before, he defeated Ma Ming with just one sword. It was purely because he didn't want to expose too many sword moves and had to do so. However, after a brief conversation with Xu Hui, he suddenly realized in his heart that, as the latter thought, not many of the most participating disciples present would think that his ability to defeat Ma Ming with one sword was due to his true strength.

However, Xu Yan was reluctant to think of this result, because during the competition, the fewer methods he exposed, the more he could prove that he could go to.

Xu Yan no longer thought about this issue, but focused his attention on the martial arts practice square, because he also wanted to take this opportunity to understand the level of these participating disciples. However, after watching more than ten games in a row, he found that although these disciples were selected to participate in the competition because they entered the third floor of cultivation, there were very few people who could really make him feel lit up in the battle. Even until the end of the whole day of the game was about to end, he saw a crushing victory like he had in the battle.

The winner also only used one sword, and then his opponent was bombarded out of the battle circle.

Xu Yan looked at the handsome young man who walked directly to the Qiuzi Sect camp after winning, and had already remembered his appearance in his heart. After the victory of this Qiuzi Sect disciple, almost half an hour later, the border elder who had always watched coldly looked at the sky and announced that the first round of competition had come to an end and continued tomorrow.

Xu Yan counted the number of matches today, but only fifteen games were played. Obviously, in terms of the total of 60 matches in the first round, the schedule has only been about a quarter of it. Therefore, in the next three days, it can almost be said that it has nothing to do with Xu Yan.

Xu Yan reviewed the competition all day in his mind and finally made a decision. In the next three days, he did not plan to watch the game again, because the result was as Cardinal said, in the first round of such uneven strength comparison, even if he watched the game from the side, he actually didn't get much. It would be better to spend this time on cultivation.

...

Time flies, and when Xu Yan comes to the martial arts square again, it is already three days later.

At this time, the weather had already cleared up, and the time was close to the third hour of You, and the sky was filled with red glows.

With the last game, after the strength of an inner disciple of the Dongzi Sect was exhausted and he was defeated, the first round of 60 competitions finally ended, but the final result was shocking, because in the Chunzi Sect, twenty-one people entered the second round.

There are fourteen people in the Xia school, the Qiu school, and sixteen people. Only nine people in the Dong school, including Xu Yan.

Such a result is undoubtedly equivalent to a disaster for the Dongzi Sect, which makes Wang Chu, as the Supreme Elder, look even more like a ground, but he has no choice. After all, most of the disciples of the Dongzi Sect mainly refine alchemy, and their talent in practicing swords cannot be compared with the disciples of the other three sects.

It can be said that the result of nine people entering the second round this time is already quite considerable.

After counting the last disciple who advanced, the border elder took out two bamboo tubes that had been prepared long ago and placed them on the long table next to the square. Then he said loudly: "Since the first round of competition has all ended, according to the rules in the competition, the sixty disciples who won the first round can now be drawn as the order of appearance in the second round."

Seeing them going to draw lots one after another, Xu Yan was not in a hurry at all. Therefore, he waited for two quarters of an hour before he waited for the opportunity to draw lots. However, like the first round, when he draws lots, there was only the last bamboo stick left in the bamboo tube.

Xu Yan looked at the lonely bamboo stick and reached out and pulled it out.

While tearing open the piece of paper wrapped in bamboo sticks, he thought in his heart, hoping that he would not be the first to fight again.

However, when Xu Yan saw the words on the bamboo stick, his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten coptis chinensis.

Because on this bamboo stick, it says, "The second round, the first game."
Chapter completed!