One hundred champions have been produced. Among these one hundred people, Meng Bufan knew Hu Yidao, Zhao Hu, Hu Yun, Lin Jie, and the beautiful girl Meng Bufan saw on the fourth floor of the Fantasy Pagoda. Her name was
Li Aai.
There were disciples in the audience constantly trying to challenge these champions, but 90% of them ended in failure.
Zhao Hu was fighting a girl at this time. The girl's cultivation level was similar to that of Zhao Hu. She was also a second-level martial artist, but her strength was not even close to Zhao Hu's. Soon, the girl's sword was knocked away by Zhao Hu.
The girl resigned sadly and had no choice but to become an outer disciple. A person only has one chance to challenge, so everyone will choose people with poor cultivation to challenge.
Where Hu Yidao and several other young men from the fourth level of martial arts were, the arena was empty. No one challenged them. There was only one chance, and everyone wanted to take advantage of it.
There was no one on the ring guarded by Lin Jie at the moment. Meng Bufan jumped onto the ring and asked Lin Jie with a smile: "Not bad, your arm has healed? Come on, I will challenge you!" Lin Jie saw Meng Bufan.
, his face turned pale, are you kidding me? You, a seventh-level martial artist, challenge me, a second-level martial artist.
Lin Jie jumped off the ring and began to look for someone to challenge.
Meng Bufan sat down cross-legged, and two spiritual stones appeared in his hands. He began to practice Qi silently, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.
The true energy was like tea, slowly filling his Dantian, naturally breaking away the seventh-level barrier, and Meng Bufan became an eighth-level martial artist.
The disciples around him stared at Meng Bufan in stunned silence. He was really a lunatic. He was actually practicing on the ring as if no one else was around. He was still able to break through in the ring. This kind of courage was not something they could possess. They could only shake their heads and sigh, feeling sad in their hearts.
One day passed quickly, and the first one hundred people were born. These one hundred people were basically the top one hundred among the new disciples.
This time, Meng Bufan did not go back to the cave in the nameless mountain peak. Instead, he found Zhao Hu and returned to where he lived together.
On the way, Zhao Hu smiled naively and said to Meng Bufan: "Xiaofan, everyone is probably praying now. Don't be assigned to the same group as you! If I are assigned to the same group as you, there is no need to compete."
Meng Bufan smiled bitterly: "Whatever I can do, I can't sacrifice myself to help others, right?"
"By the way, Xiaofan, which hall will you choose in the end?" Zhao Hu asked Meng Bufan.
Meng Bufan hesitated and said: "I am interested in several. If I can only choose one, I would choose Xuanjian Hall. What about you? Which hall do you want to choose?"
Zhao Hu said without hesitation: "I don't want to become a core disciple. If I become a core disciple, I will be separated from you."
Looking at Zhao Hu's sincere face, Meng Bufan felt a little guilty. After entering Dongxuan Sect, Meng Bufan only focused on practicing and spent very little time with Zhao Hu. He never expected that Zhao Hu trusted him.
It was so heavy that it made Meng Bufan feel heavy in his heart.
"Silly brother, even if you become a core disciple, wouldn't it be easy to meet each other if we are in the same sect? Besides, even if you become a core disciple, you can still go to my mountain to practice. Don't think too much, you will still try your best tomorrow
Strive for a good ranking.”
"Okay!" Zhao Hu replied concisely and concisely.
The grouping on the second day was very interesting. The people in Meng Bufan's group were all the ones with the worst cultivation. There was only one martial artist at the second level, and the rest were all at the first level. It seemed that the person in charge of the grouping also knew Meng Bufan's strength.
, other people who have the ability to enter the top ten are not included.
Today's competition is much simpler. There are only ten people in each group. Five will be eliminated in the first round. The remaining five people will draw lots. Four people compete, and the other person gets a bye. Next, the person who gets a bye
Then draw lots and compete with one of the two winners among the four, and the winner will then have a decisive battle with the other one. It is basically fair and ensures that the strongest one stays until the end.
Meng Bufan's group basically had no competition. Everyone else knew that they were cannon fodder and withdrew one after another. Meng Bufan won without a fight and directly became the first place in this group and automatically entered the top ten.
The current competition is much more intense than in the group stage, and students will get injured from time to time.
Meng Bufan walked to Zhao Hu's group to cheer Zhao Hu on.
At this time, the first round of Zhao Hu's group has ended, and there are only five people left. Zhao Hu, Hu Qingfeng, Qiu Xiaodie, Lu Yong, and Feng Guohua
In the second round, Zhao Hu faced Hu Qingfeng, Qiu Xiaodie faced Feng Guohua, and Lu Yong had a bye in the second round
Meng Bufan still has some impressions of Hu Qingfeng. He remembers that he is a descendant of the Hu Yidao family. He is now a first-level martial artist. Meng Bufan knows that Zhao Hu will definitely pass this round smoothly. Zhao Hu, a second-level martial artist, even against a fourth-level martial artist
, will also have the strength to fight.
In another arena, Qiu Xiaodie and Feng Guohua were already facing each other. Guns and swords were going back and forth, it was very lively.
Meng Bufan didn't take a second glance. The match between Zhao Hu and Hu Qingfeng was about to begin.
Hu Qingfeng held a machete in his hand, and Zhao Hu held a Longquan sword in his hand. The two stood facing each other. Hu Qingfeng shouted, and the machete in his hand was like a door panel, carrying the wind and slashing at Zhao Hu. Zhao Hu did not
Without haste, Longquan Sword lightly touched the machete. The machete deviated from its original direction and passed by Zhao Hu, leaving a mark on the stone slabs on the ring.
Hu Qingfeng saw that his sword failed, so he changed it from chopping to chopping. The machete passed through a white light in parallel and slashed towards Zhao Hu's waist. Zhao Hu did not touch his blade with the sword this time, but took a step forward gently. Longquan
The sword pointed directly at Hu Qingfeng's wrist. As long as Zhao Hu hit his wrist, Hu Qingfeng's move would be resolved naturally.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Hu Qingfeng quickly sheathed his sword. Zhao Hu took advantage of the situation and took another step forward. With a punch, the golden bull came down and hit Hu Qingfeng hard on the chest. Hu Qingfeng staggered back a few steps, so he simply gave up. He and
Meng Bufan could see that Zhao Hu only used 50% of his strength at most in this punch.
The results for Qiu Xiaodie and Feng Guohua on the other side have also come out. Feng Guohua won the victory with difficulty at the cost of an injured left arm.
In the third round, only three people were left, Lu Yong, Zhao Hu, and Feng Guohua. Lu Yong drew lots, and it was Zhao Hu! This time Feng Guohua had a bye.
Lu Yong was also a second-level martial artist. This time, Zhao Hu did not just defend passively. He shouted loudly, and the Longquan Sword flashed towards Lu Yong like a white sword. Lu Yong showed no sign of weakness, and the Xiaolong Sword also flashed a white light.
Met with Zhao Hu's sword.
The two of them were going back and forth, swords blazing in all directions, and Zhao Hu gradually gained the upper hand. Seizing an opportunity, he also punched Lu Yong in the chest. He still only used 50% of his strength.
Lu Yong took two steps back, Zhao Hu clasped his fists, and before he could say the word "acceptance", Lu Yong suddenly rushed towards Zhao Hu like a furious lion.
Zhao Hu was shocked. He thought Lu Yong would be as self-aware as Hu Qingfeng. But he did not expect such a result.
Meng Bufan in the audience also frowned. This Lu Yong was too ignorant. Zhao Hu should teach him a lesson.
Lu Yong's lightning strike had already arrived in front of Zhao Hu. Zhao Hu couldn't react in time and could only catch it with his sword. With a clang, Zhao Hu took several steps back before standing still.
Zhao Hu was furious and used all his strength to fight Lu Yong again.
In fact, strictly speaking, Lu Yong cannot be said to be despicable. After all, he did not admit defeat and there was no problem in attacking again. This invisibly taught Zhao Hu and Meng Bufan a lesson. No opponent should take it lightly until the situation of the battle is unclear.
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After all, Lu Yong's strength was inferior to Zhao Hu, and he was punched in the chest by Zhao Hu. This punch was not the same as the punch just now. The punch just now was just a golden bull coming down the mountain. It looked powerful, and the attack power was only on the outside. Now
Zhao Hu used the golden bull to enter the sea with this punch, and an internal energy penetrated into Lu Yong's body.
Lu Yong spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground with a pale face. He had already suffered serious internal injuries. Fortunately, Zhao Hu did not get carried away with rage and did not use all his strength, otherwise Lu Yong's injuries would have been even more serious.
Meng Bufan gained a lot from this battle, not about martial arts, but about the principles of life.
Looking at Lu Yong who suffered internal injuries, Meng Bufan secretly thought to himself, if you knew what was good and what was good, if you knew how to act within your capabilities, how could you have suffered serious internal injuries.
The fourth round, which is also the last battle of Zhao Hu's group, will take place between Zhao Hu and Feng Guohua.
Feng Guohua injured his left arm in the battle with Qiu Xiaodie. Just watching the battle between Zhao Hu and Lu Yong, he was frightened by Zhao Hu's bravery and might. At this time, he already felt timid. After fighting Zhao Hu
He was timid in the fight.
Meng Bufan looked down and shook his head secretly. Feng Guohua was a third-level martial artist. If he tried his best, he might not be as good as Zhao Hu. But with his current mentality, it was simply impossible to win. If a warrior has no enterprising spirit, his
The path of a warrior is destined not to go far.
Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Hu hit Feng Guohua on the right shoulder with his sword. He won the final victory and won the first place in this group.
The battle for first place in other groups has also come to an end.
Soon, all ten groups were ranked first, and then there was a round-robin competition, where everyone competed for the top eight spots to become core direct disciples.