The Great Elder finished speaking.

Then more than a dozen deacons stepped forward and took out the iron tags that had been prepared and asked the disciples to draw.

Su Mo, Zhou Xin and others also stepped forward and lined up to draw lots.

Soon, Su Mo drew his own iron tag.

Group 6, No. 518.

This is the number on Sumo Iron Tag, Group 6, No. 518.

More than 10,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, and each group had more than 1,000 people.

Zhou Xin, Li Feng and Niu Xiaohu also drew their own draws and divided into groups.

However, no one was in the same group as Su Mo.

Zhou Xin is in the second group, Niu Xiaohu is in the eighth group, and Li Feng is in the ninth group.

The group was divided, and the four of them came to the bottom of the battle stage and quietly waited for the game to begin.

Because each battle platform is not far apart, the four people are not separated.

Not long after, the lottery ended.

A deacon who was in charge of the competition stepped forward and announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

"The first group, No. 16 vs. No. 825!"

"The second group, No. 605 vs. No. 853!"

“The third group, No. 102 vs. No. 467!

“…”

Upon hearing this, the disciples who were called to the number stepped onto the corresponding battlefield and started fighting with their opponents.

For a moment, light shone on the various battle stages and burst out continuously.

The knockout round in the first stage is very cruel. As long as you lose one game, you will no longer be qualified to fight again.

Therefore, in the first stage of the knockout round, luck is also extremely important.

If you have extremely bad luck and encounter one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, even if you have the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm, you will basically be defeated.

With one battle after another, disciples were constantly eliminated.

Some groups end quickly, some groups end slowly, and those who end quickly are the first to enter the next battle.

“Team Ninth, No. 74 vs. No. 1019.”

With the announcement of the deacon, Li Feng came on the stage.

Li Feng is No. 74.

Li Feng's opponent has only the second level of the Lingwu Realm.

He is not Li Feng's opponent at all.

"Cangshan Fist!"

On the stage, Li Feng shouted loudly and punched his opponent off the battlefield.

After getting off the battle stage, Li Feng's face was flushed and he was proud of his youth.

"Haha, I won a good start in the first battle!"

Li Feng laughed.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Li is a good example!"

Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu were also happy for Li Feng.

"Group 6, No. 518 vs. No. 661!"

At this moment, the voice of the deacon rang again.

"Senior Brother Su Mo, it's your place!"

Li Feng said.

Su Mo nodded, stepped out and stepped onto the sixth team battle platform.

"Su Mo?"

Su Mo's opponent is a young man in yellow, whose cultivation has reached the third level of the Lingwu Realm.

When the boy in yellow clothes saw that his opponent was Su Mo, he became depressed.

"Do you know me?"

Su Mo was a little surprised, looked at the other party carefully and immediately began to think of it.

Guanwu City, this person is also one of the Fengling Island disciples who participated in the mission in Guanwu City last time.

"I admit defeat!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the yellow-shirted boy's mouth, and then he shouted to the deacon who was hosting the competition without hesitation.

He participated in the Battle of Guanwu City, but he was very clear about Su Mo's strength.

Not to mention that he has the third level of the Lingwu Realm, even the fourth level of the Lingwu Realm, he cannot defeat Su Mo.

So, although he was unwilling to accept it, he still decisively admitted defeat.

After saying that, the young man in yellow turned around and got off the battle stage.

Su Mo touched his nose speechlessly and walked off the battlefield.

The first battle is to win without fighting!

In the distance, hundreds of disciples from the Tian Alliance gathered together.

He Yangjun noticed that when he noticed Su Mo's battle situation, a sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

If you are proud of your life for a moment, your death will come soon!

For a period of time, Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu appeared one after another.

Niu Xiaohu is lucky. His opponent is only at the first level of Lingwu Realm, and he also won easily.

But Zhou Xin was in a bad luck. His first opponent had a cultivation level of the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm.

Zhou Xin was also quite tough and did not admit defeat, but was defeated by the other party with a palm.

As time passed, ten groups of battles, half of the disciples and thousands of people were eliminated after one round of battle.

Soon, the second round of battle entered.

“Group Six, No. 518 vs. No. 932.”

It was Su Mo's turn to play again.

This time, Su Mo's opponent was a round-faced young man with a cultivation level of the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm.

"You and I have the same cultivation level, you will lose!"

The young man with a round face held a green spear, raised his eyes and looked at Su Mo, and said confidently.

"You can make a move!"

Su Mo shook his head gently, not understanding where the other party got his confidence.

"Defeat!"

The round-faced young man rushed out, his body suddenly jumped into the air, and his long spear turned green, stabbed Su Mo with a shot.

call out!

The spear penetrated the air, as fast as lightning, and it instantly approached Su Mo's chest.

Well!

At this moment, the expression on the young man with round face suddenly solidified, and his body suddenly stopped in the air.

On the field, Su Mo stretched out a palm and grabbed the oncoming spear.

"How is this possible?"

The young man with round face was shocked, but no matter how hard he tried, his face turned red, he could not draw out his spear.

The spear was grabbed by Su Mo, as if it was suppressed by a mountain, and the silk was still moving.

At this moment, the scene on this battle stage seemed quite funny.

Su Mo stood on the battle stage, holding a spear in his hand. At the end of the gun, the young man with a round face was hung in the air with a spear in his hand.

"Go down!"

Su Mo said lightly, then swung his arm, and the round-faced young man and his spear flew out of the battle platform.

In the second round of battle, Su Mo won easily again.
To be continued...