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Text Chapter 96 The knockout round begins (Chapter 2)

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    (Please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a reward, I want to show off my skills, I can¡¯t stop writing) The melodious sound of the Canglong¡¯s horn penetrated the entire Lingxiao Peak, and all the disciples gathered at the top of Lingxiao Peak.  There is a huge platform at the top of Lingxiao Peak, which is not usually open to the public. Disciples are only allowed to enter during grand sect events such as the Great Competition. Tang Xuan stood on the top of Lingxiao Peak for the first time and looked up.  Xiaofeng is 33,000 meters high, reaching straight into the sky. Standing on the top of the peak, with white clouds lingering, and a panoramic view of the mountains, no matter who you are, you can't help but feel the heroic feeling of "being able to reach the top", and your heart will be filled with passion and heroic spirit.  , what an honor it would be to ascend the throne of No. 1 in the outer sect here, draw your sword and look around!  On this huge platform, there are dozens of arenas, surrounded by densely packed stone benches, in circles, and the stairs seem to spread outward.  In the due east, there stood a high platform, which was where the senior leaders of the sect watched the battle. At this time, all the ten elders who were rarely seen in the outer sect appeared here.  ?????????????These elders all have distant eyes and a very restrained aura, but they stand there as if they are gods of the sect.  The uproar and noise below fell into the eyes of these elders, and they whispered to each other from time to time.  "Everyone, what do you think of this outer sect competition?" The great elder of the outer sect, who has never been too busy, stroked his long beard and asked.  "Hey, what else can you say? Bei Mingshuo has been ranked first in the outer sect in two consecutive realms. With his potential, it is safe to break through the seventh level this year. This should be his last time to participate in the competition. There are no surprises.  If so, he must be number one this time." A tall and thin elder with a horse-like face affirmed.  "Old Liu, don't talk so much. Compared to Bei Mingshuo, I am more optimistic about Huang Yan. Her progress is too fast. She is soaring like a rocket. She may crush Bei Mingshuo this year." "  Don¡¯t forget Bai Yuxuan, he and Bei Mingshuo have always been on par in terms of strength. Just a tiny factor can change the outcome of the battle, and the chance of reaching the top this year is very high. " "I am still optimistic about Huang Yan!  " "Huang Yan is still too young after all. I am optimistic about Bei Mingshuo!" Each elder expressed his opinion. In comparison, Bei Mingshuo and Huang Yan were the most optimistic, followed by Bai Yuxuan.  Other veteran disciples, in the eyes of these elders, are still not ready to reach the top.  "These disciples will basically enter the inner sect after this competition. Do you see any potential seeds among the younger disciples?" The great elder ended the discussion about the champion. As the great elder of the outer sect, he values ????more  The overall strength and reserve force of the sect.  A vibrant sect must have geniuses emerging one after another and cannot break off at a certain stage. No matter how talented Bei Mingshuo and the others are, it is already a thing of the past for the outer sect. The great elder hopes to see the second and third potential ones.  "Northern Mingshuo".  "Xu Feiyang, who ranked eleventh last year, is doing well. Especially last year, he started to make great progress. He is not far from the seventh level. This time he is likely to enter the top five!" "There is also Wuying, who has been ranked thirty-seventh for seven years.  Zhang Feng is also a talented person. "I am optimistic about one of them, last year's new disciple Li Junjie. This person has been in the middle of the sixth level of the spiritual vein realm for two years, and his understanding of martial arts is very outstanding. He is likely to make it this year."  "I have two or three seed disciples I'm paying attention to. I'm not sure whether they can surpass Bei Mingshuo, but they are still very good. In time, it won't be a big problem to enter the top ten of the outer sect."  The elder of the outer sect is not.  Although the deacons handle all daily affairs, they rarely appear before the disciples of the sect.  But privately, some seed disciples will be evaluated and given special training.  With their vision and experience, the seed disciples selected are naturally extraordinary.  "Elder Gao, why don't you say anything? Tell us which seed disciples you are optimistic about?" The great elder asked an old man with a purple face who looked as sinking as water.  The cold-faced swordsman Gao Qingsong has always been known for his sharp vision in the outer sect. He has discovered many top talents, so the great elder would ask him specifically.  Gao Qingsong said calmly and calmly: "Elder, they have basically said all the things I am optimistic about." "Old Gao, you do know how to be lazy." An elder said with a smile.  "Basically, I've said it all. There must be something missingBrother Qingsong, your eyes have always been powerful, so don't hide your clumsiness. Tell us for our reference." An elder with a square face grabbed Gao Qingsong.  A slight flaw in the words.  Gao Qingsong pondered for a moment and said: "To say that there must be a few more, I am more optimistic about the two new disciples this year, one is Luo Shengchuan and the other is Tang Xuan." "New disciples!" Other eldersEveryone's face showed a look of astonishment. Among them, the slender horse-faced elder's eyes flickered and he said: "As expected of a cold-faced swordsman, he can already tell that he is extraordinary after just one year of practice." Everyone can hear him.  There was teasing in his tone.  "After one year of entry, it's too early to draw conclusions. The growth of a genius cannot just be seen in a short period of time, it requires long-term observation." "Yes, Lao Gao, the new disciples are still a little too young after all." The other elders are all  Not quite agreeing.  Gao Qingsong didn't refute, and kept his cold face and stopped talking.  The great elder shook his head. Gao Qingsong's character was like this. He was used to it. He waved his hand to stop the other elders from continuing and said, "Okay, it's almost time. Let's get ready to start the competition." Dang!  when!  when!  A big bell more than ten meters high hanging next to the high platform rang!  The whole place fell silent.  The Great Elder stood up and walked to the edge of the high platform. His voice was not loud, but it enveloped the entire Lingxiao Peak. Everyone heard every word he said clearly: "Disciples, the competition is about to begin. All disciples, please come to your place."  "Sit down at the position on the outside of the arena." The positions on the outside of the arena are all marked. Except for the top 100 positions, which are on the edge of the high platform, the positions of other disciples are not special. They can just find the position according to the number card they drew.  Tang Xuan¡¯s No. 7365 is on the west side facing the high platform, and is the farthest away from where the elders are.  He had just found his seat and sat down when a sharp look came from the side.  Next to his position is No. 7366, his opponent in the first round, and he doesn¡¯t know what the sect¡¯s arrangement means.  Could it be to give the disciples a chance to provoke before the war?  "Boy, it's your misfortune to meet me, Zhao Hu!" No. 7366 is a young man with an extremely powerful figure. His huge tendons are bulging and constantly bouncing, and he is as strong as a tiger.  His aura is also very strong, and he is clearly at the sixth level of the spiritual pulse realm.  Tang Xuan smiled: "I think I'm quite lucky." "You!" The mighty young man squeezed his fist.  It makes a clicking sound.  He just wanted to intimidate, it was impossible to take action. There were sect deacons in every position and block watching eagerly. If anyone started a fight under the ring, he would be kicked out of the arena immediately and completely lose the chance of the competition.  qualifications.  It¡¯s the same as Tang Xuan¡¯s place.  This positioning arrangement resulted in many disciples quarreling with their opponents in adjacent positions before the battle even started, glaring angrily and provocatively, and some were eager to go on the field immediately and knock down their opponents.  There are also some unlucky disciples who were selected from the elite level of the sect in the first round. The difference in strength is too big and they don¡¯t even dare to provoke.  Sitting there dejectedly.  "The competition begins!" The Great Elder announced directly without much nonsense.  After receiving the order, the deacon of the sect immediately walked to the south and shouted: "No. 101 to 200 come out and enter the arena." There are fifty arenas in total, and one hundred people enter each time.  There will be a sect deacon standing next to each arena, who is the war supervisor who judges the outcome and also avoids accidents.  Because during a fight, once both parties cannot control their emotions, bloodshed will inevitably occur. Injuries are not a big problem, but death must be avoided as much as possible.  As the bell rings.  Fifty opponents in the ring fought against each other.  In the early knockout rounds, it was basically difficult to see any exciting battles. Elite disciples basically killed their opponents instantly. It was hard to say how much strength they really used. The battles between ordinary disciples were not exciting.  The battle continues to determine the winner.  Not long after, the one hundred people had finished competing, fifty were eliminated, and the remaining fifty winners returned to their positions with excited expressions.  Numbers 201 to 300 are back on stage.  ¡­ ¡­ Wave after wave of battles, constant rotation.  Tang Xuan sat there with an indifferent expression. For him, these battles were already child's play. His target was that none of the top 100 people in the sect would appear in the knockout round.  The seventeenth wave of the first knockout round was underway. Tang Xuan's eyes flashed and he saw Luo Shengchuan, No. 1851.  More than half a year ago, after Luo Shengchuan was defeated by him, his kendo heart almost collapsed. Later, Tang Xuan never saw him again. Now that he saw him again, Tang Xuan felt that the other person's kendo seemed to have changed. It was not as good as before.  It's arrogant, but it's even more terrifying.  Poof!  There was no suspense about the outcome of the battle. Luo Shengchuan's opponent didn't even take out his weapon, but the skin of his throat was pierced by a sword, and he surrendered in horror.  "I'm just saying, you won't be defeated so easily." Seeing Luo Shengchuan's move, Tang Xuan knew that his swordsmanship had reached nirvana.Reborn.  It¡¯s hard to say what level it has reached.  The battle continues.  Finally, it was Tang Xuan's turn to play. He ignored Zhao Hu's sneer beside him, walked out of his position, and walked towards the ring steadily.  With a sway, he landed silently on the ring. On the other side, Zhao Hu also stepped onto the ring fiercely, with an astonishing momentum.  "You will regret what you said soon!" Zhao Hu hated Tang Xuan's indifferent and casual attitude, especially when the other party was much younger than him.     when!  The bell fell.     Roar!  Zhao Hu rushed out fiercely, his muscles bulging like a big bow, making a crashing sound, he rushed in front of Tang Xuan and punched out.  The high-speed fist squeezes the air, forming an umbrella-shaped air film in front of the fist.  Zhao Hu¡¯s power is amazing.  "It's a pity that his opponent was Tang Xuan, so he didn't use his true energy. Tang Xuan stood there and threw out a random punch.  Bang!  After the rapid muffled sound, Zhao Hu flew out of the ring, still stomping on the ground and retreated dozens of meters, barely standing up.
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