The sweat on Han Anning's palms evaporated instantly.

Su Yizhao was embarrassed to be in the air, so he landed on the ring and gently put the female cultivator down.

Only then did he notice the changes in the light curtain and couldn't help but look carefully.

There are only twenty small grids on the light curtain.

At this time, in each small grid, two monks were already fighting.

However, some were very intense and some ended quickly.

The middle-aged monk stared at the light curtain, and as soon as he found someone falling, he would immediately open the crack in the void.

In the fifth small grid, a monk fell to the ground with blood spurting from his throat.

In the eighth small grid, a monk's head was broken.

In the ninth small grid, a monk covered his Dantian with both hands and slowly fell down.

In the seventeenth small grid, a monk was cut into two pieces at waist level.

In the nineteenth small grid, a monk saw that he was defeated and immediately gave up.

Almost at the same time, five cracks appeared in the void, and five young monks stepped out.

Four are carrying the bodies, and one is standing proudly.

In the audience, countless monks began to cheer!

The five people in the air glanced proudly, but when they saw Su Yizhao on the stage, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Did this monk already admit defeat without participating?

impossible!
Chapter completed!