A monk who can reach the ninth round is naturally the best among the Mysterious Immortals.

However, in Ding Huan's eyes, his opponent should be the Great Immortal, and he really didn't pay attention to the Xuanxian monk.

In the same twenty moves, Heqi was forced out of the arena by Ding Huan.

The moment he was forced out of the stage by Ding Huan, Heqi's heart felt like a turbulent sea.

When Ding Huan came on stage, he knew that he should not be Ding Huan's opponent. Only now did he realize how far apart he was from Ding Huan.

Even though he and Ding Huan fought against each other for nineteen moves, in fact, the opponent's real impact was the one that forced him to fall off the stage.

No, maybe in his eyes, that sword strike was the result of his opponent's effort, but in his opponent's eyes, it was just a casual strike.

He is like this, and it can be seen that others are like this, and they are unable to force out the true strength of their opponents.

Strong, this is simply ridiculously strong.

"Senior Brother He, are you okay?" A disciple from the Xianwu Palace hurried over to help He Qi.

If at the beginning, Heqi was kicked off the stage by a disciple of Dafan Xianzong, it would be an unbelievable thing in Xianwu Palace.

Now everyone thinks it's normal.

Heqi laughed: "What can happen to me? It's just that Senior Brother Sixth is too strong and I am no match for him.

The domain of his last slash almost completely suppressed my domain, so I had no choice but to withdraw from the stage."

This time everyone understood the meaning behind his words. This was not because he was depressed after losing, but because he was proud.

Take a look, how many of the people fighting with Lao Liu were not kicked out by others?

Those who were kicked in the face, kicked in the chest, kicked in the back and kicked in the butt...

He Qi knew he was losing, so he jumped off the stage.

What does it mean? It means that he can break away from the opponent's domain. He is not as good as Lao Liu, but he is better than others.

When Ding Huan heard that 'No. 3211' had won, he glanced at his fighting number plate.

The fighting number plate shows that the points are ninety.

Behind the points is that the knockout round has ended and we are waiting for the arena match to start.

Ding Huan was very satisfied and he was not anxious about the group competition.

After the fighting match, Monk Qianlou returned to the fighting area again.

He scanned Ding Huan several times with his spiritual thoughts, but Ding Huan was very inconspicuous. Ding Huan was not the only one who won all nine rounds of fighting, there were nearly a hundred people.

As for the fighting pills, fighting tools and fighting talisman areas, Monk Qianlou doesn't care at all.

There was still time to wait for the second round of the battle, so Ding Huan came to the battle talisman area. According to the time calculation, his first round was about to begin.

Sure enough, Ding Huan only waited here for less than two hours before his fighting symbol flashed.

"The sixth son of the Immortal Sect, Dafan, will compete on the 20th stage within ten breaths."

Ding Huan's fighting symbol number is 21850, and his opponent's number is 21849.

Ding Huan landed on the stage almost at the same time as his opponent, and the topic on the stage also appeared: "Refining a second-level immortal talisman and stimulating it at the same time."

Both of them knew that this was to judge who had a higher score through the formation.

This kind of talisman competition not only involves refining speed, but also materials and effects.

The materials for making talismans are not provided on the stage. Whoever participates in the competition will provide the materials themselves.

If your ability to make talismans is stronger than your opponent's, but your materials are not as good as your opponent's, and the talisman you refine is not as good as your opponent's, then there is nothing you can do, you will still lose.

Ding Huan took out the materials and quickly refined a second-level ice arrow talisman and blasted it out at the same time.

A cloud of ice mist aroused in the air, and then a number appeared in the void: ninety-nine.

Ding Huan's opponent looked at Ding Huan's score blankly, how could he play with it? He hadn't even finished purifying the materials, and his opponent had already given the score?

Knowing that he would definitely lose, the monk still hurriedly refined a second-level fairy fire talisman.

The talisman was activated, and a number appeared in the void again: forty-two.

Obviously, he was affected by Ding Huan's ability to refine the second-level immortal talisman so quickly.

A voice came from the stage: "No. 21850 wins."

Watching his opponent go down, Ding Huan felt that he couldn't refine the talisman so fast next time and had to slow down a little.

And the full score is one hundred, right? Where did he get one point deducted? When he refined this talisman, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

Anyway, the first round of the Talisman Competition is over.

The second round will probably be a long wait again, and he will have no choice but to go to the fighting area again.

The second round of the battle has not started yet, so there is no rush to go.

Monk Qianlou didn't know if he felt that staying in the fighting area was not a problem, so he chose to leave.

Ding Huan was sure that this guy was only leaving temporarily, so he simply returned to his residence and continued to refine the talisman.

Only one day has passed, and the second round of the battle has not yet begun, but the arena competition of the battle has begun.

Ding Huan could only stop refining the talisman and return to the fighting arena.

The arena competition is calculated based on time and only lasts for one day.

As soon as Ding Huan came back, countless spiritual thoughts fell on him.

Nearly 40,000 people participated in the knockout competition, and among the 100 people who came out in the end, it was natural that none of them were easy.

Ding Huan scanned the formation ranking cards in the distance, and found that Dafanxian Sect was not even in the top 100. As for where it was ranked, Ding Huan didn't bother to worry about it.

At this moment, the redundant competition stages in the arena have been demolished, leaving only ten competition stages.

Ding Huan's eyes quickly caught sight of the Hanqiong Sang that Yan Sha was talking about. He was wearing the clothes of Lingyao Immortal Pavilion.

If it weren't for the identity tag hanging around this guy's waist, Ding Huan might not have been able to find out that this guy was Hanqiong Sang.

Because apart from Hanqiong Sang, there was another man and a woman wearing Lingyao Immortal Pavilion costumes.

Ding Huan couldn't help but sigh that the Eight-Star Immortal Sect was strong.

Only three people from each immortal sect participated in the knockout round, but all three from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion passed the nine rounds and came to the group stage.

Ding Huan knows that there are two options for immortal sects with seven stars or above to choose not to participate in the knockout rounds and directly advance to the group stage.

There are three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion participating in the fighting style competition, which means that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion did not choose fighting style and did not participate in the elimination round.

It's no wonder that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion is so strong. If they choose to fight and not participate in the knockout round, only two of them will advance to the group stage, but now three people have advanced to the group stage.

The arena ban flashed, and then a row of big characters appeared on the huge formation display: "The arena competition begins. Immortal sects with seven stars or above will send one person from each immortal sect to the stage to defend the arena."

Ten figures rushed onto the ring.

Ding Huan rushed onto stage four almost immediately.

He doesn't want to waste time. He only has one day. The more people he defeats, the higher his score will be.

Seeing Ding Huan rushing onto the fourth stage so quickly, everyone turned their attention to Ding Huan.

The champions in this arena competition are all participating monks from seven-star or above immortal sects. It can be said that there are no weaklings.

At this time, more people want to observe the strength of others, and then choose the ones they can challenge on stage.

Otherwise, points will be deducted if the challenge fails.

Like Ding Huan, he followed the defender as soon as he came on stage, which is simply weird.

But no one underestimates Ding Huan. Ding Huan can get through the first nine rounds of the knockout round. How can it be easy?

"Your courage is commendable, Dafan Immortal Sect, haha, that's right. Remember, my name is Liang Chuanjin." Seeing Ding Huan coming up, the male cultivator in the Lingyao Immortal Pavilion couldn't help but hehe.

Ding Huan naturally wanted to choose Lingyao Immortal Pavilion. Since he promised to avenge Yan Cha, he must do it.

As long as he beats the other participating disciples of Lingyao Immortal Pavilion, Hanqiong Sang will definitely come to show off.

Ding Huan didn't hesitate at all and slashed out with his knife.

As for his reincarnation gun, he had no intention of sacrificing it at all.

"Yes." Liang Chuanjin laughed at Ding Huan's arrogance. He opened his hand and hit Ding Huan with a huge octagonal Qiankun hammer.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's sword energy was defeated, and Ding Huan flew away.

According to Ding Huan's nature, now is the time to compete for points, and it must be decided quickly.

But Ding Huan was worried that Hanqiong Sang wouldn't dare to come up if he performed too well.

Therefore, Ding Huan could only keep avoiding Liang Chuanjin's Octagonal Universe Hammer. It seemed as if Ding Huan did not have enough immortal energy and could only rely on ingenuity to defeat it.

Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer still had a track to follow at the beginning, but by the end, the entire stage was covered by the shadow of his Qiankun Hammer.

The violent Dao Yun collided with the protective formation on the stage, and the immortal essence exploded, making bursts of roaring sounds.

The monks watching in the audience were all frightened. The shadow of the Qiankun Hammer almost covered this space. Liang Chuanjin's opponent had no place to hide.

Once this vertical and horizontal Qiankun Hammer Daoyun is scratched, wouldn't it be a dead end?
To be continued...