"These people are really too much. They are all sarcastic... Humph, when the ranking battle begins, Junior Brother Yun will definitely make them all shut their mouths obediently." Cang Yue said angrily without any princess style. The ridicule and sarcasm all pointed at Yun Che and Cang Feng royal family, making her feel much more uncomfortable than being ridiculed by others.

"No need to mind, this is the most normal situation." Qin Wushang's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly. In his opinion, it was abnormal not to be ridiculed. If this happened to another sect, perhaps even if he didn't laugh, he would naturally despise him.

"Brother-in-law, how many numbers have you drawn?" When Yun Che came back, Xia Yuanba couldn't wait to come up and ask.

Yun Che showed the brand he got, and the number marked on it was: 15o5.

After seeing the number clearly, Qin Wushang explained: "This number determines the arena and order of play you will be assigned to the first group stage. 15o5 means that you will be assigned to the No. 15 Group and compete at the No. 15 Sword Contest. The first match is the fifth game, and the first opponent is No. 1545."

"The first round of the group battle lasted for three days, and it was divided into thirty groups. Each group had about fifty disciples. Each group had to play twelve matches. The top ten disciples in each group ranked in the top ten in each group, and a total of 300 disciples entered the second round of group battle. The 1,200 disciples who had not entered the second round of group matches were transferred to the second stadium for ranking battles. However, this rank battle, except for the sect, there were not many people paying attention to it."

Speaking of this, Qin Wushang sighed faintly. Because the Cangfeng Royal Family has been transferred to the second stage after the first round of the group match of the ranking battle. At least in the past few decades since his birth to the present, no one in the Cangfeng Royal Family has been able to enter the second round of the group match. The dream of the top 100 is far away and out of reach.

"There are a total of 300 disciples participating in the group stage in the second round, and they will last for three days. Each disciple will play a full fifteen games! Then, the top 100 and the top 32 are ranked directly according to the number of winning games. Then, the disciples outside the hundred will also be transferred to the second arena, and the 33 to 100 will be arranged in this way. If there are dissatisfied, they can challenge the participants who are higher than theirs in the second field. The challenger must face the challenger. If the challenger wins, they will replace their ranking... The main field is the final knockout match for the 32 participants with the largest number of winning games."

"These rankings are all the rankings of disciples participating in the battle. The rankings of forces will be ranked according to the final ranking of disciples."

Xia Yuanba nodded his fingers, then widened his eyes and said, "So, if you enter the second round of group battle, you will have to play a full twenty-seven games within six days, so many!"

Cang Yue said with a serious look: "Yes. The atmosphere of the ranking competition has always been very tense. However, the pace of the first round of group matches is very fast, and it is easy to have counterparts with huge differences in strength, and the battle will be over soon. It is normal for each small group to play dozens or even hundreds of games a day. Junior Brother Yun, be sure to cheer, don't forget the goal we had agreed on before... I personally rank in the top 100!"

"Well, of course I haven't forgotten." Yun Che smiled and nodded, his eyes focused on the faces of the disciples participating in the field... If he could enter the top 100, he would be able to shock the audience and make everyone who laughed at him dumbfounded. At the same time, he could also make him famous all over the world, make Cangfeng Xuan Mansion exhaled, and make Cang Yue and Qin Wushen extremely happy...

But his goal is not the top 100 at all!

On the sword contest, the mysterious power test of all the participating disciples was finally completed. Ling Wugui spent a long time reading out the basic process and basic rules of the ranking battle. Then, the Cangfeng ranking battle finally officially began.

"... During the battle, those who fall to the ground for ten breaths or take the initiative to admit defeat means defeat! No matter what the reason is, those who have not come to power after thirty breaths will be considered to admit defeat... Now, I announced that this year's Cangfeng ranking battle will officially begin!"

As Ling Wugui's voice fell, a large area of ​​mysterious power fluctuations came from all around. A transparent mysterious power barrier appeared on the thirty small sword competition platforms. These mysterious power barriers can isolate the aftermath of the mysterious power when the two sides are fighting to avoid affecting the surroundings, and at the same time limit the combat area between the two sides to a certain extent.

Thirty middle-aged people who had been preparing for a long time also flew up and landed on the thirty small sword competition platforms. They were the thirty referees in the first round of group stages. And all of these thirty people could "pass the void", which means that they were all powerful people in the Tianxuan Realm. This fact made many young disciples who were watching the sky fall directly.

Thirty small sword tables are evenly distributed around the center main sword table. With the eyes of the Xuanren present, as long as you look slightly at any position in the seat, the situation of any small sword table can be fully visible.

With the emergence of the Xuanli Barrier and thirty referees, the number cards of the sixty disciples flashed at the same time, and the shouts of the thirty referees with extremely strong penetration also sounded simultaneously. Soon, in the first game of each sword platform, sixty opponents quickly boarded the sword platform, and the ranking battle officially began.

"It has been found out that Yun Che's arena is No. 15 Sword Platform, with a number of 15o5. All the next few opponents have been explained. If you can't kill them, you can use multiple moves, so that he will lose half his life if he can't survive the second game... No, maybe he will be missing a hand in the first game." Fen Juebi returned to his seat and whispered in Fen Juecheng's ear.

Fen Juecheng glanced at the No. 15 Sword Contest and nodded slowly.

Yun Che's seat was just close to the No. 15 sword competition. His first game was in the fifth. He did not wait next to the No. 15 sword competition, but sat in his seat and silently watched the events around him.

More than 500 forces, some are the main swords, some are the main swords, some are the main guns, some are the main whip... All kinds of weapons can be seen, and all kinds of mysterious attributes are even more diverse, with various heavy, light, or fancy mysterious skills that are overwhelming.

At least, Xia Yuanba felt that his eyes were not enough.

At present, it is only the first round of group matches, and it is also the most basic round of the entire ranking battle. However, every game at this time is a luxurious showdown outside. Because both sides fighting are both Lingxuan Realm under the age of 20, they are both top geniuses! This is a ranking battle that only belongs to top geniuses.

"Look! It's sister!"

Xia Yuanba exclaimed at this moment and pointed at the Sword Contest No. 9.

A quarter of an hour passed, and three games of the No. 9 Sword Contest had been held. In the fourth game, Xia Qingyue, who was wearing a veil and unsightly face, appeared on the Sword Contest, which also made No. 9 Sword Contest instantly the focus of the whole game... Any disciple of the four major sects will definitely become the focus.

Opposite Xia Qingyue, a twenty-year-old young man walked up, but his face was very bad, and he even complained secretly. He had the fourth-level mysterious power of the Lingxuan Realm and was also in the middle and upper reaches of the ninth group, but he didn't expect that the first opponent was actually a person from the Bingyun Immortal Palace.

But the other party was a girl who was only seventeen years old. He couldn't stand it and admitted defeat, so he had to bite the bullet and draw his sword: "Han Yunzhi of the Fantasy Sword Sect, please give me advice!"

As the voice fell, he walked forward, stabbed with a sword, and with one move, it was his strongest move, "Three Lives Sword". The stimulating sword energy condensed into three sword flowers, attacking Xia Qingyue in a triangular force.

Xia Qingyue's eyes were calm and her feet were not moving. Facing Han Yunzhi's sword force, she gently brushed her right hand like white snow...

call!

The cold wind blew past his face, like countless knives cutting Han Yunzhi's face. His sword completely dissipated in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be in the extremely cold purgatory of ice and cold. His limbs became extremely stiff. He kept swaying the sword forward and stopped there. Not to mention continuing to swing the sword, even his fingers could hardly move.

A layer of gorgeous white frost spread from the tip of his sword to his whole body and the tip.

All the disciples of the sect who had first seen the power of the "Ice Cloud Art" in the Bingyun Immortal Palace were shocked.

"I... admit... lose..." Han Yunzhi's lips trembled and he said three words with great difficulty. He thought that although he was four levels away from the other party, he could at least support five or six meetings... but unexpectedly, he was not even qualified to meet the other party.

"Han Yunzhi of the Fantasy Sword Sect admits defeat, Xia Qingyue wins in the Bingyun Immortal Palace!"

With the loud verdict of the No. 9 Sword Contest Stage Referee, the frost on Han Yunzhi also disappeared. He knelt on the ground and took several breaths before he looked at Xia Qingyue in great awe, and walked off the Sword Contest Stage with weak steps.

Tianjian Villa, Bingyun Immortal Palace, Xiao Zong, and Fentian Gate are called four major sects, but they have not yet drawn up one to make up the numbers and called the "five major sects". That's because, under the four major sects, there is no even a sect qualified to make up the numbers. The gap between them and other sects is like the difference between them. The foundation, resources, and strength of martial arts... These have created the reputation of the four major sects and also created a huge gap between them and other sects. For hundreds of years, the top ten individuals in the ranking battle have always been taken over by disciples of the four major sects, and no disciple of other sects can break into... without exception.

"So amazing... sister is so powerful." Xia Yuanba's eyes widened, and she didn't blink until Xia Qingyue walked off the sword controversy platform. After a while, he asked blankly again: "Brother-in-law, have you seen it? Sister is so powerful...you...can you beat my sister?"

"Haha, of course it's impossible." Qin Wushang responded with a smile: "If I'm not wrong, your sister should be the core disciple that Bingyun Immortal Palace has focused on training in recent years. Such a proud daughter of heaven is not comparable to our Cangfeng Xuan Mansion."

Yun Che watched the game calmly and said nothing.

At this time, at the No. 15 sword-roaring platform, the referee's high shout came:
Chapter completed!