For those monks who may become opponents in the future, Zhang Ziyang watched their competition honestly.

The existence of special types of puppets and exquisite dices in front has made him alert enough.

"In order to deal with the competitions of new disciples, external disciples, and internal disciples, all the equipment specially prepared. Only then can these cultivation families realize the foundation of these families!" Zhang Ziyang's thoughts could only be thought about in his mind.

Anyway, his methods are not bad. Whether it is a red-haired zombie or a dragon-turning Yinsnake, he can help his opponents desperately at critical moments.

The competitions were completed quickly.

The number of games in each arena is even rarer.

A morning has not passed, and the top 32 are already freshly released.

"The 32nd advanced to the top 16 will fight again tomorrow, and now we will start to decide four places from 33 to 36."

The words of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage made the atmosphere of those who lost on the arena suddenly tense.

It is obvious that some new disciples in the Qi Refining Stage were not prepared.

After the fierce competition, these newcomers are all at the end of their strength.

But it's fair.

Everyone is the same.

The winners looked at the opponents who drew a lot with an unspeakable look.

A sense of superiority is involuntarily born.

Although they looked like they were exhausted, the stage competition began, and these losers shocked Zhang Ziyang again.

That was the shock of daring to fight desperately.

At this moment, it seemed as if those opponents had transformed into enemies who killed their father and mother.

Even their eyes were red.

Just four places allow thirty-one Qi Refining Cultivators to create a tragic smell.

But all this has nothing to do with the winner.

The night passed, and the weather was sunny, just like the cheerful mood of the thirty-two teenagers on the field.

The lottery continues, and red and black signing has become a routine.

Zhang Ziyang went up.

"Black, No. 16!" The monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage finished singing the vocals, but the scene did not have the solemn atmosphere as earlier.

New disciples came forward one after another, and numbers were constantly reported.

Ten of the sixteen pairs of boys stood on the ring.

The competition was intense, but it was no longer the tragic thing before.

It’s right to think about it carefully. After all, the top 36 can get the Foundation Establishment Pill. They have already obtained the qualification to get the greatest benefits. All that remains is some ranking disputes, which is related to the rich rewards of the sects other than Foundation Establishment Pill.

This part of the reward is also urgently needed by all new disciples, but it is not necessary.

You need to calculate the balance between gains and losses and master it.

It is obviously stupid to destroy the body for some cultivation resources.

At that time, the foundation-building pill obtained by fighting to the death will be given to brothers and sisters by the family weighing the pros and cons.

That... is so tragic!

With just half a stick of incense, ten pairs of new disciples have completed a round of competition.

Zhang Ziyang stood on the ring.

The opponent in front of him is still a little genius at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

"Shi Kun! The younger generation's cultivation level is not as good as that of the master's uncle, so they voluntarily abstained from it." Who knew that the mature boy who looked very honest and loyal at first glance gave in and directly gave up.

The other party and Zhang Ziyang are both cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, but they regard themselves as younger generations.

It is very obvious that such an honest person is not honest.

"...Receive!" Zhang Ziyang still affirmed his opponent's tactfulness.

Of course it is very satisfying to defeat others without fighting.

As for cultivators, they should communicate with others more... Is it possible that Zhang Ziyang will lack the experience of killing and killing in the massive ghost monsters in the mysterious space?

Next is the ranking of 17th and 32nd place.

What surprised Zhang Ziyang was that this time the ranking of losers was no longer the competition in the ring, but the three Jindan-stage monks who had always watched the battle in a high position were randomly designated.

No new disciple dares to question whether the result is accurate or not.

With such a magical operation, the sixteen to eight competition was held faster.

It seems that those monks in the Killing Pharmacy stage were a little dissatisfied with the delay of a new disciple competition for many days. The teenagers who participated in the competition also neatly implemented the command of the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Black, No. 8!"

Zhang Ziyang found that he was in a state of being in a dark way.

When the opponent came on stage, he was another Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation. The difference is that this time there was an opponent of a female monk.

He is quite good-looking, but in fact he can become a cultivator. Both men and women are nourished by spiritual energy at all times, and there is really nothing ugly.

As for some extreme skills or various evil cultivators... the situation is very different from spiritual practices.

"I've seen Uncle Zhang! Xuan Xin came to this arena just to greet Uncle Master. It's a sin to bother Uncle Master on the stage. Xuan Xin admitted defeat!" The opponent in this round once again took the initiative to admit defeat.

Zhang Ziyang can only accept this special situation with a very talented demeanor.

The remaining sets of opponents also ended in the shortest time.

The loser was clearly arranged by the three monks in the Kalpa stage.

Zhang Ziyang did not go out to fight in person, but entered the top eight all the way!
Chapter completed!