It was finally the second stage of the fighting competition. Shi Yifeng, after a night's rest, arrived at the venue early. There were far fewer people in the venue than at the beginning. There were four distinct sections, each with a person responsible for presiding over the fighting.

Here is a metal box with pre-placed numbers.

"Let's start the lottery now!" After saying this, he sat on the seat prepared in advance and stared intently at the practitioners who were about to participate in the battle. These people walked towards the metal box one by one in the previous order.

These metal boxes are made with complicated craftsmanship and look very delicate. Each number is engraved on special materials, so each person can only take out one.

When it was Shi Yifeng's turn, it was already the end. After the people in front drew the lots, they couldn't wait to open the numbered lots and determine their own fighting opponents and the numbers of the fighting stages. Finally, it was time.

It is impossible for more than a thousand people to be held on the same day at the same time, after all, there are too many people. Unlike other stages, where the number of people is hundreds, if there is a huge disparity in strength, the first round of competition may even end in one day.

"One thousand and three, the last number, a bye in the first round." At the venue, the monks who had drawn the lots were all talking about their numbers. Shi Yifeng drew a bye number, and based on this, Jin

There are a total of one thousand and three monks in the Dan period.

"My luck is so good, I got a bye in the first round." Shi Yifeng, who was ready for a battle, felt like an assassin preparing to kill a certain emperor. Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly

He found that the target of the assassination was already dead. But he didn't know what was going on, so he just waited here stupidly.

"Everyone needs to fight against the opponent according to the time and place marked on the number tag. After an hour, twenty fighting stages will be held at the same time, and the fighting will be carried out according to the rules. The player who has a bye is number one thousand and three, so you can

Enter directly into the next round of drawing and fighting, no later than three days later. Each fighting stage will have elders arranged by the Celestial Presbyterian Council to act as referees." After saying this, he put away the metal box and strode out of the venue.

"This person definitely did it on purpose. Otherwise, why did he mention this number before leaving? This is because he is not afraid of making things worse." Shi Yifeng, with a wry smile on his face, really wanted to walk out of the crowd immediately and leave this place of right and wrong.

Because he had vaguely felt that the remaining cultivators were already preparing to find the person who had drawn the bye number.

It's just that these people were obviously extremely determined. Everyone read out their own number. What's more, some shrewd monks arranged all those who had reported their numbers to an empty space with no one.

To tell the difference. Shi Yifeng, who felt helpless at this, gently called out the number 561, and then hurriedly walked towards the monks who had reported their numbers.

Shi Yifeng had just taken a few steps when a voice suddenly came out from behind him. "No. 561." Then the whole scene fell silent for an instant. It was so quiet that even an embroidery needle moved to the ground seemed to make a huge noise, which lasted for several seconds.

After taking a breath, another sound spread throughout the area like thunder.

"Why are there two numbers 561? That fellow Taoist in front of me, please stay." The person who spoke was a man who looked like a casual cultivator. This man's cultivation was in the late stage of Jindan. He didn't look particularly handsome. He was dressed in fiery red.

The Taoist robe was neatly put on, and there was a faint aura of magic flowing around the Taoist robe. It was most likely a coveted magic weapon.

"It's still been discovered." Tan Tan sighed slightly, turned around slowly, and looked at the many monks behind him, the helplessness in his eyes was beyond words. Before Shi Yifeng could speak, an overwhelming voice sounded like

It flooded the entire area like thunder.

It is true that Shi Yifeng has been so popular recently. Almost all the cultivators in this Immortal Ascension Conference have heard the name Shi Yifeng, and those cultivators who participated in the illusion formation have Shi Yifeng's appearance engraved in their minds. In a short time,

I will definitely not forget it.

"It's you again, evil star!" Dozens of voices came one after another, like waves, hitting both ears.

"You're lucky, you'll have a better time in the second round." A hot-tempered monk from Donglong Celestial Dynasty murmured angrily.

"Shi Yifeng, remember, in the next round, people from the Netherworld Sect will definitely give you an unforgettable lesson and ask you to pay back some interest first." A disciple of the Netherworld Sect said fiercely to Shi Yifeng.

"If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. It seems that after I accidentally killed Yin Er, I was already too arrogant. The important thing is that I almost made these people not even qualified to participate. This is the key point. As for the

Those people from the Nether Sect really want to die, and the rest are just angry for a moment." Shi Yifeng was not distracted by these people's words, but quickly analyzed the stakes of these things.

But there were no unnecessary words. Instead, he looked at the cultivators wearing Nether Sect costumes and said something coldly.

"The grudge between your sect and me is unintentional. As for if one of you has a grudge against Shi, you can come over and Shi will never back down. But if it is just like this to incite everyone to hate Shi

"Oh, that's too petty." After saying this, he left without looking back.
Chapter completed!