On the ring, eleven people stood side by side.

Seven or eight monks had murderous looks on their faces, and their bodies were stained with blood.

Su Yizhao raised his head and looked at the light screen. The names on the light screen had become much sparser.

In the first row, the names of the five favorites to win the championship have not changed, and even the order has not changed.

Su Yizhao suddenly noticed that Lu Yongxin beside him was breathing a little quickly.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw him staring at the light screen.

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with his name being ranked last among the favorites.

Su Yizhao didn't care at all and was very calm.

Even if his name was at the end of the entire light screen, he didn't have any idea.

After all, it all comes down to strength in the end!

He looked at the middle-aged monk.

In the third round, he should still have a bye, right?

Suddenly.

The middle-aged monk unexpectedly landed on the ring and stood in front of them.

"Third round, try another way!" As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, the monks on and off the stage started talking about it.

The competition is like this every year. Not only are everyone supervising and witnessing, but you can also personally see the monk you bet on win the first place. The enjoyment of this process is really enjoyable.

Why should we change the method this year?

The middle-aged monk did not explain and waited quietly.

After four or five breaths, the discussion gradually disappeared.

The Xuantian Sect supervises the monks in the area, and his words represent the Xuantian Sect to a great extent.

The entire continent, the largest sect, the origin of the mainland monks!

It scares me just thinking about it, who dares to disrespect me?

Besides, no one dares to touch the realm displayed by this supervising monk.

The middle-aged monk's eyes swept towards the audience, "Death or defeat, the names on this light screen will disappear. Xuantian Sect has always been fair, so you don't have to worry!"

Under the stage, Han Anning glanced at Gou Jiancheng and asked in a low voice: "Do you know?"

Gou Jiancheng looked at the stage and shook his head slowly.

Han Anning's face gradually became ugly.

Gou Jiancheng is definitely a top figure in the backing city, regardless of his status or strength.

But now, he doesn't even know?

On the ring, the middle-aged monk said to Su Yizhao and others: "My name is Ouyang Xiuxuan, and in Backing City, you can be considered a young hero!"

Everyone couldn’t help but breathe!

"But this strength, let alone Haohan City, even in the city of Huanglong County, is nothing!" Ouyang Xiuxuan said expressionlessly.

"As the supervising monk of the backing city, in the past twenty years, there have been only a handful of monks who have made it out of Huanglong County from the competition, and even fewer have become elite disciples of the Xuantian Sect!"

On and off the stage, hundreds of thousands of monks listened quietly.

This time, there was no discussion at all.

After all, it's a fact.

Ouyang Xiuxuan continued: "Every time you fight, you should improve. After continuous accumulation, you will have a lot of experience! But your strengths are uneven, and your opponents are too weak to have any effect!"

Su Yizhao and others became serious.

"Come with me to find a real life-and-death fight!" After Ouyang Xiuxuan said that, he turned around and flew towards the sky.

Su Yizhao and others did not dare to hesitate, so they jumped into the air and chased after him.

In the audience, Gou Jiancheng was shocked as if he heard something.

Han Anning asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Gou Jian said sincerely: "A real life and death fight!"

Han Anning suddenly remembered something, and her face couldn't help but become even uglier.

In the sky, Ouyang Xiuxuan was not flying very fast.

Su Yizhao followed behind everyone, his spiritual consciousness constantly scanning the surroundings.

Pass through the mountain city and fly towards the suburbs.

After drinking tea, Ouyang Xiuxuan stopped, and everyone came closer.

Ouyang Xiuxuan pointed down, "That's a manor there. You go down and kill all the monks inside!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Kill all the monks?

Killing for no reason?

Su Yizhao's heart moved, and he asked: "Senior, are these monks guilty?"

As a law enforcement disciple, he naturally knows many hidden rules.

It doesn't matter whether you are guilty or not; what is important is that you are clearly guilty.

Ouyang Xiuxuan replied: "They have betrayed the human monks and deserved to die. Go ahead. I will record the merits for you here! The top three will be the final result of this competition!"

Su Yizhao's eyes were slightly cold.

Demon cultivator!

All the monks in this manor have been bribed by the demon cultivators.

Suddenly, his body shook, and Lu Yongxin took the lead and rushed towards the manor.

Seeing this, the other monks no longer hesitated and landed one after another.

Su Yizhao didn't dare to think too much and rushed down immediately.

"Where is this fellow Taoist?"

In the manor, a monk had already noticed that they were missing and shouted.

What responded to him was thousands of sword lights.

"Pfft, pfft...!"

Four or five monks took action at the same time, and the monk in the manor was reduced to pieces before he could react.

The manor is huge, with figures flying everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were already entangled and fighting each other.

Su Yizhao knew that these were either demon cultivators or monks bribed by demon cultivators, so he did not hold back.

I saw him offering eight flying swords and whispering: "Heavenly Sword Technique!"

Suddenly, the eight flying swords turned into thousands of golden lights and shot towards the monks flying out in all directions.

Flying sword opened the way, he put his hands behind his back, walked leisurely, and walked in the air.

"Pfft, pfft...!"

Golden light filled the sky, and within a breath, four or five monks who rushed towards him turned into flesh and blood.

In the manor, the monks who flew in were not very high, at most they were at the early stage of the Six God Realm.

And the eleven people are the best in the entire backing city, how can those monks be their opponents.

Within a dozen breaths, calm returned to the manor.

Eleven people fell into the manor with murderous looks on their faces.

Huang Qizheng glanced at everyone and said: "This is not a real life and death fight!"

Kong Mingming lowered his head to look at the mysterious talisman in his hand, and said: "So the senior is not referring to these people!"

"Find!" Newcomer Lu Yong didn't say much. Before he finished speaking, he rushed into the courtyard.

Su Yizhao and others did not hesitate, spread out in all directions, and rushed towards various courtyards.

Su Yizhao rushed into the courtyard on the left and had a panoramic view of everything in the courtyard.

Take back your spiritual consciousness and explore it inch by inch.

The eight flying swords turned into eight rays of golden light and quickly circled between the fingers of his right hand.

Suddenly, a golden light shot towards the corner of the wall.

"Poof!" There was a sound, and golden light passed through the wall.
To be continued...