Chapter 335

The two-day break soon passed, and the friars injured in the competition basically recovered. These 100 friars should expel the top ten friars in three days. As long as they enter the top ten, they can not only get rich rewards, but also spread their reputation throughout the world.

Only Li fuzilong and mu Supai of tiandaozong entered the competition. Early in the morning, they came to the admiration square. They saw that the ten high platforms were gone and replaced by a high platform with a radius of three miles. The square was full of people. Many positions were still empty at ordinary times. In the first hundred wars, there was no empty position, hundreds of thousands of people, That's to see who can get the top ten titles in the world.

In the rest area of Qingyun sect, Po said: "don't have pressure. We can enter the top 100. We are all talents among various forces. If we can't fight, we will admit defeat. We still have challenges."

"Yes." Li Fuzi, long mu SuBai nodded.

The competition mode of the top 100 competition is the same as that of the knockout competition. 100 people take the way of drawing lots. There are 50 groups in the competition. It takes two rounds of knockout before they can be expelled from the top 10.

The lottery soon ended. The three people of tiandaozong drew the front lot, but fortunately, it's not the same lot. The same lot means they are opponents,

At the beginning of the competition, Qin Yu and Yuan Lili came to the rest area of Qingyun sect.

"Eh, Po, aren't you from Tiandao sect? Why have you become Qingyun sect again?" Yuan Lili asked suspiciously.

Po smiled and said, "we were the disciples of Qingyun sect, but we were forced to leave Qingyun for the time being. We just met the devil sect and established the Tiandao sect." Bao briefly told Qingyun about it. Yuan Lili and Qin Yu knew the reason.

"I see. The people of Qianfu mountain are so hateful. Po, we must teach them a good lesson and avenge Qingyun's dead elders." Yuan Lili said to fight against injustice.

Po smiled and looked at the high platform. He saw that a monk had been beaten down. The first game soon ended. In the second game, Zilong played. Zilong's opponent was actually a disciple of mang clan. At the beginning, in mang City, the royal family of mang clan took refuge in the devil's way, which greatly reduced the strength of mang clan. Moreover, mang clan didn't get a meteorite and was swallowed by the royal family alone.

"Zilong, come on." Yuan Lili shouted under the stage.

Zilong nodded, showed a healthy smile, looked at his opponent and said, "Qingyun zongzilong."

"Mang Zong mang Qing."

As soon as the voice fell, they offered their magic weapons respectively. Zilong was rich in gold and bright in gold. In mangqing's hand, there was a whip.

"Whoosh." mang Qing waved his whip and yelled at Zilong. Zilong smiled. Mang Qing's whip was a low-grade spirit weapon with great lethality. If it hadn't been for his magic weapon, it would have been eliminated by looking at his cultivation in the later stage of Yuanying territory.

Zilong raised Jin Shuo and blocked the whip back. As soon as he got close, Zilong pulled the second whip again.

"So fast." Zilong took a breath.

"Dang." this time, Zilong obviously felt a strong force on the whip. His arm was slightly numb and his face changed. He hurried away. If he came to whip, Zilong was afraid that even Jin Shuo could not hold it stably. He retreated just to alleviate the numbness of his arm.

Seeing Zilong retreating, mang Qing sneered and felt Zilong's cultivation in the middle of Yuanying territory. He was secretly pleased that his later cultivation could not beat a middle-term monk? On the surface, it can, but is it really so?

Mang Qing took advantage of the situation and shook his hand holding the whip. The whip pulled out. This time, Zilong didn't dodge or stop. He sneered at the corners of his mouth and threw Jin Shuo out. With a whoosh, he flew out towards mang Qing.

Seeing that Zilong lost Jin Shuo and had no magic weapon in his hand to resist his whip, wouldn't it be death? Just when the whip was about to reach Zilong, I saw Zilong's foot slip and the wind step on it, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Mang Qing was surprised. Jin Shuo had flown to him, but the target was not him, but passed by him. Suddenly, a terrible smell came, and Zi Long suddenly appeared beside mang Qing.

Zilong sneered. He took Jin Shuo and cut him down. His powerful momentum and sharp breath shocked mang Qing. He quickly turned sideways and wanted to dodge, but he was still a step slow. He saw Jin Shuo scratch his arm and leave a deep wound.

Mang Qing quickly retreated and felt pain in his right hand, which made him almost unable to hold the whip. This whip is his only attack magic weapon. He has lost the power of the magic weapon. He is an ordinary monk.

"Ha ha, see how you still use this whip." Zilong smiled, put Jin Shuo away and continued, "you don't need a whip, and I don't need a magic weapon."

Mang Qing, who was going to admit defeat, was immediately happy. He didn't have a whip. Although his combat effectiveness decreased a lot, the other party didn't use magic weapons. He believed that he would win this game with his later cultivation.

While he was daydreaming, Zilong's figure came. Jin Shuo was powerful, but he ignored Zilong's speed and strength.

"Boom." Zilong punched mang Qing on the chest. He saw mang Qing's body fly upside down and hit the ground hard, spitting blood at his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

There was a burst of warm applause and cheers at the scene. The audience were cheering for Zilong's speed. Many friars had never seen that the friars in Yuanying territory could have such a fast speed that they could only see a residual shadow.

"Qingyun zongzilong wins," the referee shouted.

"Please draw the disciples with lot No. 3 to compete on the stage."

Zilong returned to the rest area and gasped slightly. On the surface, Zilong won easily, but only a Bao and tiandaozong knew that Zilong had done his best. He didn't know any magic. Without water Kirin, his combat effectiveness could not be compared with that before. Zilong, who had been with water Kirin since childhood, was with water Kirin, Combat effectiveness is naturally not the same as it is now.

In the third game, a Bao saw Qian Yu. In the whole contest, Qian Yu's cultivation is the highest. Moreover, a Bao can see that Qian Yu is not as simple as it seems, and he seems to hide his strength. When the challenge comes, a Bao will choose Qian Yu to challenge, not for others, because he will humiliate Li Gu, Po will get it back for Li Gu.

Qianyu's opponent lost the array without going through ten rounds in Qianyu's hands. Qianyu won easily.

"Let's start the eighth game. Please sign the friar No. 8 on the stage."

"No. 8, elder martial brother, it's your turn," said Po.

Li Fu nodded and was about to go on stage, but he saw a young monk coming out of the camp of Qianfu mountain. Po was stunned. He really had a narrow road to his friends. He unexpectedly met Qianfu mountain again.

"Elder martial brother, if you can't, admit defeat. Don't force it."

Li Fu nodded, but his face showed a firm expression and said, "I know what to do."