"good."

Even though it was an Easter match, the atmosphere was lively.

The battle on the stage was in full swing, and the audience cheered and cheered like a sea wave.

Since it is a duel, there is a winner and a loser.

It is worth mentioning that no one has been able to break the record of Three Seconds Brother so far.

Of course, those who admit defeat and give up will not count.

With the last person falling off the stage, the first round of the resurrection match also came to an end.

"Those who advance will go on stage to draw lots."

Wu Xuantong stood up and moved out the wooden box again.

In the first half of the showdown, including Youlan who had a bye, 55 people advanced, 54 people played in the rematch, 27 people advanced, and in the first round of knockout, 82 people advanced.

This time, no one will have a bye.

Eighty-two qualified candidates have filed on stage and lined up to draw lots.

"Tian Lingling and Earth Lingling, let me draw Ji Hen."

It's the same sentence that some people are nagging about again.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to watch it. During big events, there were always some people who couldn't get over it.

After Qingyao heard this, she still covered her mouth and snickered. It was also because Zhao Yun hid it so well that she didn't know how scary he was.

"Senior sister, if I draw you again, I won't give up." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"I've been here for so long, and I haven't really beaten my junior brother yet." Mu Qinghan whispered with a smile.

"If we really meet, then we'll practice."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, and he had already used one chance of resurrection. If he gave up again, he would be truly eliminated. If he wanted to get the Awakening Pill, he had to go all the way and win all the way to the first place.

After the drawing of lots, eighty-two jade plaques were hung on the wall.

Just like the first time, some were happy and some were sad. When facing the weaker disciples, they all smiled happily. When facing the stronger disciples, such as Chu Wushuang and Xiao Wunian, their faces were dark and translucent.

"My opponent is not me." Mu Qinghan smiled.

"I can see it." Zhao Yun glanced at the battle list and then looked elsewhere.

To be precise, he looked at Qingyao.

In this second round of knockout, his opponent is Qingyao.

Qingyao shrugged, still smiling sweetly, it didn't matter to her.

Eighty people left the stage, but two people stayed on the stage: Lin Xie and Yin Hun.

To be honest, they are true love. They bumped into each other in the first round of elimination, and then bumped into each other again in the second round.

And, it’s still the first time.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Before Wu Xuantong could say anything, the two started to fight.

Since they were both seriously injured after the first round of fighting, they have not yet recovered, and they are not in their peak condition. Even so, the two of them were doing it passionately, and there was a continuous roar of cheers from below.

This time, Lin Xie was defeated and lost half of his moves.

In the ninety-eighth round, he fell off the fighting platform and was seriously injured.

On the other hand, Yin Hun was not much better. In order to defeat Lin Xie, he paid a heavy price.

"You, wait for me."

Before Lin Xie left, he left these words.

There will be a rematch later, and he still has a chance. If he is lucky, he can still advance.

As long as he can advance, he will still have a chance to face off against Yin Hun.

"I'll wait."

Yin Hun snorted coldly and walked off the platform, unable to walk steadily.

"Come."

Sikong Jiannan shouted loudly and stepped onto the stage in one step, showing off his impressive style.

Whenever he appears, there will always be female disciples with sparkling eyes, mainly because he is so handsome.

Looking at Mu Zhaoxue, he looked around to see which female disciples he was looking at. His beautiful eyes were still burning with fire: He has a wife, and she stays wherever she can. If I offend my mother, I will get angry.

"Luck is really important." Zhao Yun muttered.

The person Yuanyin faced off against Sikong Jiannan was far from a match for Jiannan.

If a person is good-looking and has good luck, you may be angry or not.

A battle without any suspense will have a suspense-free ending.

Within a dozen rounds, Sikong Jiannan slashed his opponent with one sword and advanced as expected.

His wife was not so lucky. She faced Xiao Wu Nian, who gave up without a fight. There was a rematch later, so she still had a chance. If she was lucky, she could advance.

"It's okay. When your brother Nan meets that little bald man, I will vent my anger for you."

Sikong Jiannan had a way of coaxing his wife, and he said it with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Everyone who listened gave Sikong Jiannan a sidelong look. Zhaoxue couldn't beat Wu Nian, and you were far behind. However, Mu Zhaoxue loved hearing this and smiled as brightly as a flower.

"See, this is how a girl should flirt."

Moon God glanced at Zhao Yun, you are a piece of wood, you are a total embarrassment to my mother.

According to Xiu'er, being beaten, taking the blame, being hung on a tree, flirting with girls... is all a kind of practice. The goddess of the past was aloof and rarely fell into the mortal world, so she had to have some fun.

"The man named Huadu, come up."

While talking, another person jumped onto the fighting platform and landed with a thud.

He is a shirtless young man with a slicked back hair. He has a tall figure and a heroic body. His aura is quite explosive. His muscles are like a horned dragon, showing his explosive power. At a glance, you can tell that he specializes in physical training. He is holding a wolf fang in his hand.

It’s great, and it’s a large size. It looks familiar just by looking at it.

"What a domineering body." Zhao Yun murmured.

"His name is Man Teng, and I heard he is a branch of the Barbarian clan." Mu Qinghan said. It is not difficult to see that there is fear in her beautiful eyes. If she really wants to face Man Teng, her chance of winning will never exceed 30%.

"No wonder." Zhao Yun touched his chin

The barbarians specialize in the physical body, and even if they are a branch of the body, they are quite fierce.

Man Teng on the stage only has thin barbarian blood. If he were pure, he would definitely be stronger.

Whoosh!

Hua has already stepped onto the stage, and looking at his demeanor, he seems to be lacking in confidence.

Momentum is very important. The aura of the big guy opposite was so domineering that it made him feel quite depressed. He had heard the name Man Teng, and his background was strong enough. He seemed to be almost a Taoist.

"It looks a little asymmetrical."

This is what everyone in the room wants to say.

The so-called asymmetry refers to the heights of Man Teng and Hua Du. Man Teng is as majestic as an ox and is more than a head taller than Hua Du. Comparing them two, Hua Du is like a young boy. He has to look up when he stands there.

boom!

Man Teng came wielding the mace, his energy and blood boiling, and he was quite violent.

Huadu suddenly felt his heart trembling, his momentum was completely gone, and he swung his sword to unleash a sword energy.

Man Teng is a man, and he doesn't even try to hide. He sacrificed his body-protecting true energy, and the sharp sword energy struck him, only a handful of sparks were wiped out, but he couldn't break through his defense at all.

"Take my stick."

Although Man Teng is big, his speed is not slow, and he can kill him in a matter of seconds.

Then, there was the buzzing sound of the mace hitting the air. Ling Tian's strike was unrivaled. Huadu's expression changed and he could no longer hide. He hurriedly raised his sword across his head to block it.

Pound! Bang! Poof!

These three sounds came one after another.

The mace hit the sword firmly, making a clanging sound, and smashed Huadu so hard that he half-knelt on the ground. His throat felt sweet, blood spurted out on the spot, and the sound of broken arm bones could be heard.

"It hurts to look at it."

When the juniors saw this, they couldn't help coughing.

This is also Huadu. If it were a disciple with a weaker background, he would be crippled with one blow.

"Break it, break it for me."

Hua Du gritted his teeth, his true energy surged, but he just couldn't withstand the blow. It wasn't because he didn't have enough foundation, or because Man Teng was too strong. He was pressed down with a mace. Not to mention fighting, it was difficult to even get up.
To be continued...