The victory and defeat of this battle also ended the World Conference on Heaven and Earth. Because Daoque was injured in the previous competition, he had no chance of winning against Yun Sheng, who had no damage. Song Huiyin was even more injured, so both abstained and no longer continued.

After the discussion, Yunsheng from Liang Kingdom ranked first, Hao Kingdom Daoge became second, and Song Huiyin of Chu Kingdom ranked third.

This result immediately made Yang Zidao and Zhao Yi happy. If Song Huiyin had not fought with Yun Sheng, the injured Daoqi would have no chance of winning against Song Huiyin in his heyday. But now the form has suddenly changed, from the original third to the second, so we would naturally be very happy.

Of course, the happiest start of the people of Liang Kingdom must have been amnesty after the discussion is completely over, and the whole country will celebrate for several days.

On the ring, the host slowly reached out and pressed his hand, and spoke and said, "Everyone, please be quiet. The world discussion, the battle of heroes is over, but there are still many talented disciples in the country, and there are also many amazing and beautiful people in this group. In order to make this trip worthwhile, we will compete with the disciples in the next round."

"The level of the disciples in the team cannot exceed the level of fetal breathing. Those who win the leader can take a scroll of heart or magic scroll like the library of Shangyang Academy of Liang Kingdom, and everything is fine."

Speaking of this, the host looked around the disciples of the team in the waiting area and continued, "Then, I won't say much nonsense. The rules of the competition are the same as before. You cannot use elixirs or talismans, except for the talismans drawn after entering the venue."

"Next, please come with the team disciples from all countries to draw lots."

After the words came, the disciples of the team from various countries walked out of the waiting area, walked onto the arena, and drew lots one by one.

The moment Wei Yuan walked onto the ring, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

"Are you Wei Yuan from Haoguo?"

Standing in front of Wei Yuan was Yan Qingjun from Beishan Sword Sect. He held the sword in one hand and his eyes were like a knife.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Not bad."

At the moment he admitted it, Yan Qingjun's eyes showed extraordinary murderous intent, which was the purest murderous intent, without any emotion, just simply wanted to kill Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan chuckled, walked by Yan Qingjun and said lightly, "Your intention to kill is very strong, your future in swordsmanship is worrying."

After the draw, everyone returned to the waiting area. Ke Qilu pulled Wei Yuan, Liang Zhu and Ji Huaisi together with a nervous look and said, "We are a match, don't be embarrassed to meet our own people."

Then the four of them set up their draws, Ke Qilu No. 1, Liang Zhu No. 4, Ji Huaisi No. 6, and Wei Yuan No. 18."

"It's so good, so we won't get our own people down at the beginning."

As he said this, Ke Qilu pointed to the direction of the Liang Kingdom's Housing Area with a snicker, "There is a fool in Liang Kingdom who won the same lottery as theirs. He almost cried on the stage just now, so he was so happy."

At the beginning of the competition, Ke Qilu was the first to take the opportunity to go onto the ring. His opponent was a monk from the Quanrong Kingdom.

Looking at the tall figure in front of him who was wearing only a bottom and showing his muscles, Ke Qilu couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "What did you eat to grow up?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Jianming Valley, right? I've long been learning that you are amazing. Today, let the people of Haoguo see how powerful I am in Quanrong Kingdom!"

The other party showed a fierce look, looking eager to try.

Ke Qilu raised his eyebrows, put one hand on the hilt of the Xu Hai sword around his waist, and said, "The yellow urine is pouring on your mouth, this thing is the most awake."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and seemed to not understand, "What does it mean?"

"It's just that I'll wake you up with my urine!"

"You're looking for death!"

The monks of the Quanrong Kingdom were angry and their spiritual energy surged. The tiger jumped out and smashed Ke Qilu's face with a heavy punch.

Ke Qilu was not polite. Facing a strong fist, he did not retreat but advanced. With one step, the Xu Hai sword and the scabbard were raised together, which was so fast that it was difficult to recognize the naked eye.

The moment before the opponent's fist touched Ke Qilu's face, Xu Hai's sword sheath had already hit his chin hard, and he picked him away with a sword and flew directly out of the ring.

Looking at the monk of Quanrong Country who was outside the ring, Ke Qilu smiled slightly, "The courage is commendable, keep working hard."

It's easy to say, Ke Qilu is still the disciple of the Lord of Jianming Valley. If even a ninth-grade monk from the small country of Quanrong could not defeat it, it would be a bit unreasonable.

After returning to the waiting area, Ke Qilu looked at Wei Yuan with a proud look on his face, "Brother Wei, how are you? Are you angry?"

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, ignored him, but turned to look at the ring. The second game was the unlucky Liang cultivator from Yan Qingjun and Ke Qilu of Beishan Sword Sect, who beat his own people.

The competition ended quickly at the beginning. Yan Qingjun did not kill anyone. Although the other party used a sword, it was not yet enough to make him serious. In his opinion, a sword cultivator of this level was not a sword cultivator.

After winning one game, Yan Qingjun turned to look in Wei Yuan's direction, and the expectation in his eyes was visible to the world.

"Does that kid have something interesting to you?

Why do you always look at you?"

Ke Qilu looked at Yan Qingjun who had already walked off the ring with a strange look on his face, turned to Wei Yuan and said, "Brother Wei, be careful. There are many people in Liang Country who have a habit of breaking sleeves, and this is what my master told me."

"Your master didn't tell you anything useful, such as how can you understand your own swordsmanship?"

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and spoke helplessly.

"No!"

Next, the disciples of the team from various countries went on stage one by one. When Wei Yuan walked onto the ring, Yan Qingjun narrowed his eyes. He really wanted to see if this Wei Yuan was worthy of his attack. After all, he could not understand this person by just talking about the same words.

But the scene that happened next instantly made Yan Qingjun's eyes lit up.

Wei Yuan's opponent is a cultivator in the first level of fetal breathing. Among the disciples of the team, this is a rare state. Just when everyone thought that this battle would be fought back and forth, Wei Yuan suddenly stepped forward, pinched his sword finger, and appeared in front of the man in an instant, pointing his finger at his eyebrows.

"You lost."

Now Wei Yuan has entered the ninth grade. With his understanding of swordsmanship, the fetal breathing first realm is no match for him at all.
Chapter completed!