Su Fan's final was rather strange, and the audience wondered if he was the organizer's biological son...

The reason was that in the first match he drew, his opponent was a monk from an unknown small sect.

That monk was in the same lounge as Su Fan. Others didn't know it, but he could see it clearly.

The Three Minute Warrior can only fight with the toilet...

So he actively chose to abstain.

In the second game, he just happened to get a bye draw, which made other players very unhappy and called him a "dog bastard".

In this regard, Su Fan said that he could just sleep for two more hours...

However, Shen Yuan was not so lucky. As soon as he came up, he met a strong opponent, the third seed of the Hunter God Guild - Phantom.

"I didn't expect that my opponent is still a young lady. Can you take off the mask and let me take a look?"

Shen Yuan said with a smile on his face.

As an assassin, her opponent would obviously not be disturbed by his low-level tricks. The moment the game started, she disappeared from everyone's sight.

It's like it never appeared.

Shen Yuan was suddenly the only one left in the ring. He was stunned for a moment. He had a sharp sword, but he didn't know who he was slashing at.

He forced himself to calm down and close his eyes. Since he couldn't see it with his naked eyes, he smelled it with his nose.

But a good killer leaves no scent behind.

At this time, a suffocating sense of fear appeared out of thin air behind him, and the force of overwhelming mountains and seas surged in. Shen Yuan felt such tremendous pressure for the first time in his life.

He turned around and saw no one?

Turn it back again, still nothing?

He clearly felt the god of death pressing against him tightly, and the cold and biting sickle had hooked his throat.

The cold air gradually spread, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. It seemed that in another second, he would be dragged to the ice hell and swallowed up.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan moved. He took action at an extremely fast speed. Did he miss?

Another sword strike, not hit yet?

The audience was all stunned, watching nervously as the young man in white on the field slashed the air.

Of course he wasn't cutting the air, because he had a confident smile on his face.

In Shen Yuan's eyes, there was a group of pale golden smoke flowing rapidly. Although it was very fast, it was not as good as his own sword.

After a while, he found the true identity of the Phantom.

Shen Yuan put his sword on Phantom's neck and said, "You are indeed an excellent killer, but you made a fatal mistake. You should not have drank that half glass of sparkling wine."

Phantom looked at him with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

Even though nearly four hours had passed since she drank that glass of bubble wine, Shen Yuan's sense of smell still tracked the faint smell of wine.

The sparkling wine has a very light taste, and Phantom takes a small sip before each mission to ensure that she feels more at ease when taking action.

But in Shen Yuan's mind, it was a cloud of pale golden smoke that could not be clearer. It was steaming, filling the air, and rising into the sky.

"That's it! Shura Daosheng!"

At this point, the name of Shura Dao is deeply engraved in the hearts of every audience.

…

The second game was Zhou Tianzi, and his opponent was the top seed Lin Xinghe from Qingshuangguan.

As soon as he came on stage, he looked at Lin Xinghe with a vulgar expression: "What a handsome little brother, do you want to accept me as your eldest brother? I will take you to experience the happiness of a man."

Sun Wusheng in the stands slapped himself on the forehead. Why did he end up with such a cerebral palsy saint...

Lin Xinghe was indeed a Taoist. He only had Tao in his heart and could not understand Emperor Zhou's ridicule to him.

So he had no expression from beginning to end, as if he was born with facial paralysis.

Cerebral palsy versus facial palsy, this competition is really interesting.

When the game started, Zhou Tianzi, who was the descendant of Qingli Immortal, took the lead and struck out with a palm.

Lin Xinghe's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was mumbling something.

The moment Zhou Tianzi's palm was about to touch, his whole body suddenly froze, as if he had been hit by a immobilizing spell.

Lin Xinghe said in a calm voice: "You rushed over so rashly, are you looking down on others? You have now completely fallen into my domain."

After all, he is the number one seed among the ten major forces, so how could he have no means?

Formation——

Damn it, I was careless.

If Emperor Zhou could move, he would definitely have regret written all over his face now.

Lin Xinghe continued to say calmly: "In my domain, everything is under my control, including time and space. So you lose this battle."

Just when he was about to raise his hand to signal, Emperor Zhou suddenly spoke:

"I didn't expect that besides being paralyzed, you are also a talkative person."

What?

Lin Xinghe's calm face finally showed an expression, and he immediately retreated twenty feet away.

Cast a spell while retreating:

"A hundred times gravity!"

"boom!--"

A big crater was made where he had been standing, and smoke and dust filled the entire arena, obscuring the scene.

All the spectators believed that Emperor Zhou was pinned to the ground in the big pit under the thick smoke.

However, when the smoke dispersed, a poetic shadow stumbled to its feet.

Like a beautiful woman taking a bath, he throws his loose hair behind him. There is smoke billowing around him, but he is spotless.

Come out of the mud without being stained!

Emperor Zhou took off his shoes, stepped barefoot on the ground, and slowly walked out of the pit.

Every time you take a step, a green lotus grows.

The green lotus light enveloped him, looking like a protective layer that allowed him to ignore gravity.

After walking out of the pit, the green light shattered into extremely fine particles. He waved his sleeves lightly, raising breezes, and those particles gradually gathered into cyclones, and then turned into threads, circling in confusion around his body.

Then, as if they had eyes, these blue silk threads fell on his face one after another, forming lines.

Open your eyes, the immortal comes to earth!

The phantom of Fairy Qingli appeared behind him, her momentum was like a song.

"It's been a long time since I had such a fun fight. Come on! Little brother, come and dance with me!"

After that, he danced solo as if no one was watching, as if he regarded the arena as a stage.

Someone on the audience stage exclaimed: "The appearance of an immortal, that is the appearance of an immortal!"

"How is this possible? He is clearly just a monk in the tribulation stage!"

"Is it possible that it is inherited from immortals?"

"..."

"He cheated! He must have hidden his cultivation! Please ask the organizer to disqualify him!"

Some people began to question Emperor Zhou.

That's right, immortal power appears in the battle during the Tribulation Period, just like two children fighting, and one of the children suddenly pulls out a knife.

"Ahem," the referee sitting in the center of the auditorium suddenly coughed, and everyone fell silent.

"No one can cheat in front of our Nine Swords Immortal Sect. He cannot be an immortal. Immortal power is just his personal means. The conference has not explicitly prohibited the use of immortal power, so please be patient and watch the game."

This sentence means that although the child Zhou Tianzi has a knife, he is still just a child.

The organizer personally came forward to explain, and the audience no longer had any objections, and their eyes fell on the ring again.

Sun Wusheng, who was sitting in the corner, secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

This Cerebral Palsy Holy Master was so trustworthy that his trump card was exposed from the very beginning.

Lin Xinghe watched and drank

The drunken opponent frowned, which was the second expression he showed today.

"No matter you are a real immortal or a fake immortal, I will kill you!"

Lin Xinghe yelled and stamped his feet, and another magic circle circled and unfolded beneath him.

A spiritual wind wrapped around his legs.
To be continued...