The man in black took out a fishing rod out of nowhere and let go of the fishing line. All the disciples felt a chill in their hearts and looked at the situation on the stage. No more, no less, 300 disciples had a fishing line tied around their necks.
This fishing line was very thin and transparent. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it. As long as the inner sect disciples had their necks tied, they knew that if this fishing line tightened a little, their heads would fall off.
"I admit defeat!"
"I also admit defeat!"
"We all admit defeat!"
These 300 disciples, none of them dared to resist, and honestly admitted defeat. Although it was forbidden to kill on the stage, the feeling of having one's life in the hands of others was really uncomfortable. It was better to admit defeat early and go to the audience to watch the show.
"Very good, leave the rest to this old man."
More than 600 inner sect disciples of each hall had already been eliminated. Only 300 more needed to be eliminated, and it would reach half the number. Three of the four masters had already made a move, and everyone looked at the bald old man.
He was not polite, took off the gourd at his waist and drank a mouthful of wine, and then took charge, saying that he would handle the rest.
"We admit defeat, we all admit defeat, don't do it, old man!"
Who knew that before he could make a move, there was a large group of inner sect disciples who admitted defeat, and consciously left the range of the stage. More and more people left, it had already reached half the number, but everyone was not confident, and there were still people walking out one after another.
"The competition is over, next, we will begin to divide into groups."
Fortunately, the vice sect master announced the end of the first round of the battle royale in time, or else it would be a loss if there were too many inner sect disciples eliminated.
"Phew … … Finally muddled through, it was too fucking terrifying."
"Yeah, this is the most unlucky time for us inner sect disciples."
When the vice sect master's order was announced, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they were to continue fighting like this, just the four great experts would be able to clean up all the inner sect disciples of the halls. Apart from a few abilities that were passable, the rest were mostly a motley crew. Don't look at how they usually bullied the outer sect disciples, but compared to the real masters, it was simply not enough.
Du Feng stood up and prepared to participate in the group competition. However, his master, Hong Xiuzhen, stopped him. "Don't move. It's not your turn yet."
"Beibei, bring the junior sisters over."
This was the first time Du Feng had experienced such a feeling. Because he didn't need to participate in the group stage again. The so-called group stage was a competition where more than a thousand people would be eliminated. The arena was divided into many smaller arenas. One group after another took turns competing, and in the end, half of the contestants were eliminated.
The rule of the group stage was three against three. Feng Beibei and the other two girls formed a group. As for Du Feng, because he was the strongest disciple in the Red Leaves Hall and his name was on the Sword Pagoda List, he did not need to participate in this group competition at all.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … I'm not used to such good treatment. Du Feng scratched the back of his head and looked around at the participants who were preparing for battle. This time, it wasn't a battle royale. Even the disciples of the elders had to participate. An elder could only protect one disciple from participating in the group stage, and Hong Xiuzhen was protecting Du Feng.
The Great Elder was naturally protecting Wei Yannan because he was the only disciple in the Warm Pill Hall with strong combat ability. The Third Elder was protecting a disciple with a somewhat wretched appearance. This person was not famous, but he looked quite similar to the Third Elder. No one knew what the relationship between the two was.
As for the Second Elder of the Qin Ming Hall, everyone was quite curious about whether it was Zheng Kenan or Shan Tianfan.
What, how is this possible!
When Shan Tianfan and Zheng Kenan entered the group stage and went to the arena to prepare, both the outer and inner disciples were a little dumbfounded. With their strength, they would definitely not be eliminated in the group stage. But it was a matter of face. Both of them were not recommended. Did they have no objection?
That's right, both of them really had no objection. Because the person recommended by the Second Elder of the Qin Ming Hall was the new Junior Sister Xiaobei. She was the only female disciple in the entire Qin Ming Hall, and she was so beautiful. Who would have any objection? Everyone wished that Junior Sister Xiaobei could win the championship without fighting.
Hehe, interesting!
Seeing the Queen of the Extreme North sitting firmly in the contestant's seat, Du Feng smiled. The two of them joined the sect together, and he was the one who brought them here. He had to thank Shijie Feng Beibei because she was the one who introduced both of them. Otherwise, Du Feng would not have known about the Yuxian Faction, and the Queen of the Extreme North would not have been able to enter the Qin Ming Hall.
Now that the two of them each occupied a recommendation spot, Du Feng was really a little embarrassed. Looking at the situation in the arena again, Du Feng smiled again. Because the short Junior Brother Zhao Shixiong was actually in the same group as the bald old man.
As long as the bald old man was there, their group would definitely not lose. Zhao Shixiong's opportunity was almost the same as a recommendation.
What the hell, could it be that his luck really changed? Ever since the incident with the purple-haired woman in the rat cave, Du Feng had been very smooth, even his friends were very smooth. Compared to the bitterness and misfortune he suffered in the lower realm, it was simply too blissful.
The competition officially began, and Du Feng did not pay much attention to the others. He only paid attention to his acquaintances and the four experts.
The three opponents that Feng Beibei and the other two were assigned to were three male disciples of the outer sect, and their luck was not bad. Otherwise, with their strength, it would be difficult to fight with the inner sect disciples.
Du Feng glanced at his master, Hong Xiuzhen, who was sitting next to him, and found that she was still a little nervous. Because in the previous martial arts competitions, the three female disciples were often eliminated in the group stage, which was really too embarrassing.
"Master, don't worry, the three of them will not have a problem."
Du Feng comforted his master and let her be at ease. The three of them had been practicing a lot in the sword pagoda during this period of time, and they had also learned new sword skills. Coupled with the Hongye movement technique, they should not lose to the outer sect disciples. Just as he said this, the battle in the arena had already begun.
Huh? Hong Xiuzhen found that her disciple seemed to be really different this time. The three of them did not huddle tightly in the corner as usual, but ran quickly from the beginning. The three of them were all dressed in red, and they ran like three balls of fire. They kept running around the three opponents, and the Hongye movement technique was much more skillful than before.
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