Although he was injured twice by Yun Xianghan, he is still a strong person in the Xuanyang realm, and it is not difficult to recover with a strong foundation.

It's just that the hatred in his heart won't fade away so easily, and this incident will become a lifelong shame that he will never forget until his death!

"Yun Xianghan...Jiang Tian! Humph!"

Angry voices echoed in the hall, but were soon dispersed by the roars coming from the square below the mountain.

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Rumble!

The dull roars came one after another and kept ringing. In the square under the main peak, the third round of martial arts competition had begun!

Compared with the weird rules in the previous two rounds, the rules in this round appear to be much more normal and are not beyond the expectations of most people.

This round adopts random drawing rules. There are two sets of the same lottery numbers. Those with the same numbers will compete on the stage. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will pass.

More than two thousand disciples took on the challenge. Although the number was far smaller than in the previous two rounds, the progress of the competition did not speed up significantly.

After all, after the previous eliminations, the strength gap among the remaining two thousand disciples has been greatly narrowed. In addition, everyone is well prepared, making most of the battles very time-consuming.

Jiang Tian drew lottery number 991, which was relatively late, and was currently watching the battle in the preparation area.

But until now, he doesn't know who his opponent is, because more than two thousand disciples each hold a lottery number, and they will only come on stage when the elder calls the number after the previous competition is over.

Only then will they know who their opponent is.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what is your number?"

Qi Yurou, several outer disciples surrounded Jiang Tian, ​​looking worried.

Jiang Tian smiled calmly and showed his number without hesitation. When everyone saw it, they all let out a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced.

"Okay, okay, we won't run into each other!"

"Haha, if we meet Junior Brother Jiang, there will be no need to compete at all."

"Hey! Then let's compare ourselves. Let's think of it as asking Junior Brother Jiang for advice and asking him to guide us in our practice!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd burst into laughter, with self-deprecating expressions on their faces.

When they meet Jiang Tian, ​​they certainly don't have any hope of winning, and of course they don't have to worry about being hit hard by him. After all, we are all friends now, and the fight in the ring will naturally be over.

At this moment, several unkind eyes suddenly looked over here.

Jiang Tian immediately noticed it and frowned. As expected, these hostile looks came from Di Feng and several other inner disciples.

The other party was looking at him coldly, with an extremely gloomy face, and an extremely cold look in his sword-like eyes. Some even showed a ferocious smile and licked their tongues at Jiang Tian like a beast treating its prey.

Di Feng even stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, threatening him unabashedly.

"Junior Brother Jiang..." Qi Yurou also noticed the situation over there, and couldn't help but frowning in worry.

"Haha! Don't worry, these people are not a threat at all, and they may not be encountered." Jiang Tian looked back and shook his head with a smile, his eyes full of disdain.

Those people thought they were sure of Jiang Tian, ​​but in fact they didn't know that Jiang Tian didn't care about their threats at all.

It's okay if they don't run into each other, but if they really run into each other, they will definitely regret it!

Qi Yurou sighed softly and lowered her voice: "Junior brother Jiang, I know you don't care, but these inner disciples obviously have bad intentions. They are many and powerful. If they really want to stumbling upon you, they can't be too aggressive.

Overestimating the enemy."

Jiang Tian smiled leisurely and nodded lightly, still looking calm and calm.

After those people headed by Di Feng whispered to each other with sullen faces, they all laughed strangely and seemed to be even more proud.

Jiang Tian directly dismissed this, glanced at it coldly, then looked away and ignored it, causing the other party to turn pale and curse in a low voice.

Boom!

Dozens of arenas roared one after another, and each competition was carried out one after another. The scene was obviously much more intense than the second round.

Many disciples who are slightly inferior in strength are unwilling to be eliminated. They often use forceful means to activate their potential and try to win a victory. However, in the end, nine times out of ten, they are still defeated by their opponents, and the defeat is quite tragic.

Boom!

"ah……"

With a dull loud noise, an inner disciple wearing a green robe screamed and flew out of the ring. Before he hit the ground, blood had already flowed out of his mouth, dyeing the ground of the square red!

Several companions gathered around him and helped him up, shaking their heads and sighing with helpless expressions on their faces.

However, there is nothing we can do about this situation. Although they have a good relationship, if they happen to meet each other by chance, they will naturally have to fight against each other with all their strength. In the end, they will win or lose.

The elder of the sect continued to call, and with a sharp shout and a long roar, two disciples with the same number jumped onto the ring and began to fight.

More than an hour has passed since the first game, and the numbers for the battle have only reached over 400.

This made the disciples at the bottom of the lottery always feel anxious and excited. Some people even became too excited because of their excitement, and their whole people began to become nervous.

The man's aura fluctuated, causing his colleagues around him to look askance at him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, look at that inner disciple!"

Qi Yurou raised her finger and pointed at an inner disciple with a turbulent aura deep in the crowd, her expression slightly hesitant.

Jiang Tian turned around and sighed: "No need to look, this person will definitely lose!"

"Huh?" Everyone, including Qi Yurou, hesitated.

Jiang Tian didn't even know who his opponent was, but he dared to declare the outcome. Isn't his tone a bit loud?

Jiang Tian understood the doubts of his companions, shook his head and said with a smile: "Look, he is so excited before he even goes on the field. He can't even effectively control his blood and spiritual power. What will happen once he goes on the field?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and they all frowned!

Bloodline spiritual power is the source and foundation of a warrior's strength. Once out of control, his strength will be almost half useless. Let alone fighting against the same level, even if he encounters an opponent whose cultivation is much worse than his own, he will definitely not be optimistic!

Everyone looked at each other, and immediately understood where Jiang Tian's confidence lay. When they looked at the inner disciple again, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, with regrets on their faces.

In addition to these, everyone is naturally wary. What should they do if this happens to them?

But it would be better not to think so. As soon as I thought so, all kinds of uneasy emotions quickly spread among everyone, so much so that several outer disciples began to tremble slightly and their breathing became unsteady!

"Jiang...Junior Brother Jiang, I...we..."

"No! Are we going to be like that inner disciple who has no control before he even gets on the field?"

"What should I do? What should I do now?" The uneasiness became more and more intense, and everyone's expressions changed. Even Qi Yurou, who was relatively calm at first, began to frown. She was involuntarily infected by these people, causing her breathing to rise and fall, and her spiritual power to rise and fall.
Chapter completed!