Eternal Gate

Zhao Yun was seen unnaturally, and after a dry cough, he got up and left.

The news of my mother has been inquired. It is good to know that my mother is safe and sound. When the Xinzong contest is over, she will get up and go to the Xing Tower. Even if she can't get in, she can take a look from a distance.

"You little disciple, which one is from."

Looking at Zhao Yun's back, Fairy Tao said softly.

"You have to ask Chu Lan." Yun Yan shrugged, and even her master didn't know the origin of Ji Hen, or that it was her disciple who deliberately concealed it, revealing mystery in the dark.

Fairy Tao was silent, her eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Here, Zhao Yun changed positions and sat beside Su Yu.

"Scent is not fragrance." Su Yu poked at Zhao Yun, smiling a little wretched. With the mid-point haircut, there was an unspeakable arrogance. No matter where he looked at it, he looked like a traitor.

"Huh?" Zhao Yun was still thinking and did not react.

"Don't pretend." Su Yu curled his lips. "I saw it all, and I was almost lying on Fairy Tao's face. I really didn't see it! You are so courageous! You dare to move up. "

"Fragrant." Zhao Yunbeng uttered a word and finally reacted.

"How fragrant it is." Su Yu grinned, becoming more and more wretched.

Zhao Yun squinted and swept up and down, it turned out...face is really a good thing.

"Mo Dao is on the court." Yang Feng interjected beside him.

"This is a ruthless character." Su Yu heard this and hurriedly looked at the battle platform.

The same goes for Zhao Yun, who can be called a ruthless character by Su Yu, that's definitely not ordinary.

On the stage, there was a sloppy young man, including the elders, who were basically white robe, but he was wearing a black dress, which was particularly garish, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his mouth was still full of stubble. A black knife, as if reluctant to speak, was quite silent. Standing on the stage, it was like a tree stump, revealing a kind of vicissitudes... which is quite incompatible with its identity. Unconsciously thought he was weather-beaten.

The so-called ink knife is his name.

People are like ink-colored knives, and there is a domineering hidden under the sloppy.

Zhao Yun had met him, and he had seen this person during the examination of Tianzong that day.

"I heard that he has been on the battlefield." Yang Feng said.

"No!" Su Yu didn't believe it, and looked up and down the ink knife.

"I have been." Zhao Yun said in his heart, everyone who has been on the battlefield has a unique and compelling temperament. That is the evil spirit, which is carved in the soul, and others cannot imitate it.

But the ink knife has such a temperament.

In his opinion, Mo Dao had not only been on the battlefield, but had also been on more than once. It was so silent because of seeing a lot of corpse mountains and blood, and he was used to seeing life and death, and it was difficult for him to make waves in the world.

"Very strong." Xiao Wunian murmured.

Even he was jealous, one can imagine how strong the ink knife is.

The new disciple, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, in addition to Chu Wushuang and Hanxue on the surface, there are many ruthless people in the dark. Modao is one of them. It does not show the mountains or the water, and has a reserved edge. So far, all Without using real combat power, because of this, it will be underestimated.

Mo Dao's opponent was a young man who was shaking with a folding fan.

Not to mention, that guy is still pretty handsome, and has a fight with Sikong Jiannan. The main reason is that he has no daughter-in-law. It has caused many female disciples to commit **** in the group.

"It's almost compared to me." Sikong Jiannan squeezed his hair.

Lin Xie gave him a white look, but this guy was telling the truth. The disciple of the entire Tianzong, Jiannan might not be the strongest, but he was the most handsome, and he also had the most ex-girlfriends.

This is the truth.

The scream that followed was a good indication of a philosophy of life: being handsome is not useful, just like the talent on the stage, but handsome, but in the hands of Mo Dao, he didn't even have a round. After passing by, he was knocked off the battlefield, full of force, broken to the ground.

"Comfortable." Sikong Jiannan was relieved to see the goods slumped.

From beginning to end, Mo Dao didn't say a word, turned and stepped down.

By the time Mo Dao stepped down, the first half of the second round of the elimination round came to an end. Eighty-two people participated in the battle, 41 were promoted, and many of the remaining 41 people had used a chance to resurrect and were eliminated directly. Twenty-six people are left after the screening, which means that there are only 13 places for promotion.

"The wild card contestants, come to the stage to draw lots."

Wu Xuantong faintly called out, not interested in the resurrection match.

"Draw a good lottery."

When Qing Yao passed by, Zhao Yun also sent his blessings.

Qing Yao smiled and followed others to the stage.

Twenty-six people lined up, each took a jade medal, and then hung it on the wall.

It's clear who is whose opponent.

"Stable."

Zhao Yun read the right stop sign and said such a sentence.

Qing Yao's opponent is not strong, with her strength, she can easily advance.

In fact, as he expected, in the first duel, Qing Yao defeated his opponent with a Qinglian song.

In the second round of the wild card, she became the first to qualify.

Huadu was followed by.

Compared with Qing Yao, Huadu's luck was not so good. He faced a disciple with a good background. Even with full combat power, he could not win the opponent. The true essence was exhausted and defeated.

The third one to advance is the swordsman who was defeated by Prajna earlier.

He was far from watching Prajna, but he was one of the best in the resurrection match.

"Start lightly."

When Mu Zhaoxue came to power, Sikong Jiannan said meaningfully.

The reason why I dare to say this is because the opponent is a third-rate disciple, and his background is too far away.

"Good to say."

Mu Zhaoxue stepped onto the stage and resolved the battle three times.

"it is good."

Even the resurrection match is lively enough.

The spectators below are really dedicated, a rare scene, and a lot of calls.

In the next eight games, no disciples were too amazing.

In the thirteenth and final game, Lin Xie challenged with injuries and returned with a big victory.

At this point, the second round of the knockout round ended perfectly.

With the 41 players in the first half, a total of 54 advanced.

"It's getting late, we will fight again tomorrow."

Wu Xuantong stretched his waist, which is also the rule of the Xinzong Grand Competition.

"The show is over, watch it tomorrow."

The spectators all got up, and the fighting on the first day was just a little trouble.

Next, it is the real dynamics. Like Chu Wushuang, he did not play at all. I don't know if it was good luck or something. There were three battles and no two strong encounters. In fact, big Most people want to watch those evil evildoers fight, such as Xiao Wunian and Liu Ruyue, such as Yin Bingzhen body and Prajna, no matter which one, as long as .. are two evildoers.

Whoosh!

Just as the spectators stood up, a figure jumped onto the battle platform.

Nai Weichuan's servant, the elegant body style, and landing smoothly, can be described as full of compulsion.

The elder disciples raised their eyebrows.

What do you mean, what show do you want to perform?

"Ji Hen, take the stage to fight."

Wei Chuan yelled loudly, and what he drank was sonorous and powerful.