I was forced to leave the world of immortal cultivation after being transformed into a loser.

After Wen Qinnuan left the stage, Xiao Ju said, "Wen Qinnuan, I saw you were about to lose, but how did you suddenly turn the situation around? Is this a back-up plan you had?"

Wen Qinnuan smiled but said nothing. In fact, she always had the habit of testing her opponents.

When they arrived at the second ring, it was Xiao Ju's turn to go on stage.

Xiao Ju went on stage and showed his weapon, which turned out to be a stick, more than a person's height.

Wen Qinnuan chuckled and said, "Look, does he look like a warrior monk?"

Gu Liyue also smiled slightly: Indeed, his crew cut and the stick look alike, very similar.

Gu Liyue asked Xiahou Jingrong, "You're often with him. Don't you know that your usual weapon is a stick?"

Xiahou Jingrong smiled and said, "I really don't know. Is this guy afraid to let others know? I think it suits his temperament very well."

Wen Qinnuan laughed when she heard this.

Xiao Ju looked at his friends in the audience. They were looking at him with smiles, and there was no look of disgust in their eyes. He smiled too.

Unexpectedly, his opponent seized the opportunity and swept a sword at him. He raised his stick and easily blocked it, and with a flick, the opponent's sword was flipped away.

Gu Liyue thought that what he had in his hand was a wooden stick, but he could actually lift someone's sword. It seemed that it was made of a special material!

Xiao Ju was a little annoyed. The opponent's behavior was like a sneak attack.

He leaped into the air, holding a long stick in both hands, and hit his opponent directly in the face. Seeing his aggressive look, the opponent did not dare to be careless or take it head-on, and dodged sideways, but was hit in the right forearm. He almost lost his grip on the sword in his right hand, and his right hand shook involuntarily.

He raised his left hand and said, "I give up."

Xiao Ju was unhappy: after just one move, the opponent admitted defeat. He didn't get enough of the fight! He had no choice but to put away the stick and leave the stage.

Then the four of them walked leisurely to the bottom of stage number five, waiting for Gu Liyue to go on stage.

I watched the two people on the stage fighting fiercely and heard people around them whispering.

"Jiang Fuyu's fighting ability is very high, but he happened to meet Wen Gui. One of them stopped here. What a pity."

The elimination system really depends on luck. As long as you don't meet any masters, you can move forward. If in the first round, the second-placed player meets the first-placed player, it would be so unfair to the second-placed player.

I really don't know who made such a hasty rule. As a result, only the first place is truly deserved.

Jiang Fu Yu was knocked off the stage by Wen Gui. Although both sides were evenly matched, a winner was still decided.

Gu Liyue looked at Wen Gui with regret, bowed to Jiang Fuyu below the stage, and said "Thank you".

Jiang Fuyu in the audience nodded helplessly.

The referee announced: "Wen Gui wins."

Gu Liyue watched the referee writing something down in the notebook seriously, and she had a vague guess in her mind.

The two female cultivators who came on stage at this time were number 55, one wielding a sword and the other a long whip.

Seeing that the man with the long whip was wielding it with great force, forcing the man with the sword to stay away from him, the man with the sword swung his sword and tried to send the sword energy at his opponent, but the long whip dispersed the sword energy.

The two exchanged dozens of moves on the stage, but the winner was still undecided.

The man who used the long whip saw a flaw in the female cultivator who used the sword, and wrapped the long whip around her right hand like a snake. However, she was pulled by the other party, and the female cultivator staggered and almost fell to the ground. The other party rushed forward and put the sword on the neck of the female cultivator who used the long whip.

The female cultivator had no choice but to admit defeat.

The next person to go on stage was Gu Liyue. Many people in the audience knew her and started talking about her as soon as they saw her come on stage.

"It is said that this Gu Liyue realized the sword intent very early on. I wonder how she performs in actual combat?"

"Sword Intentions are something so intangible that it doesn't mean anything."

"For sword cultivators, actual combat is the most important thing. A sword cultivator who can't defeat others is the most shameful."

Gu Liyue stood calmly on the stage. She ignored other people's comments and looked at her opponent, a male cultivator holding a spiritual sword that was slightly wider than an ordinary spiritual sword, but not as wide as a heavy sword.

The two of them exchanged greetings, and Gu Liyue's heart moved, and [Wuhua] appeared in her hand. It made a low humming sound, and seemed very excited. Gu Liyue held it tightly to calm it down.

The opponent raised his magic sword and made a vague stroke. A sword energy came towards him. Gu Liyue raised [Wuhua] and with a "clang", [Wuhua] dispersed the sword energy. Gu Liyue raised his sword and stabbed it diagonally, and saw that the opponent had picked up [Wuhua].

Gu Liyue took a step back, [Wuhua] drew a circle in the air, and swung the sword towards the opponent even faster. This time, Gu Liyue injected all his spiritual power into [Wuhua]. The opponent did not expect Gu Liyue's sword to come so fast. Looking at the fierce sword energy, it was too late to dodge, and he had to face it head-on.

Clang!

The two swords collided, causing the male cultivator's palm to feel numb and painful, and he uncontrollably took several steps back.

Gu Liyue took advantage of the victory and swung the sword diagonally, knocking the male cultivator who had lost his footing off the stage.

The referee shouted, "Gu Liyue wins."

Gu Liyue calmly walked off the stage.

When he got to the stage, he saw Wen Qinnuan smiling happily, Xiao Ju looked furious, and Xiahou Jingrong looked like he was enjoying the show.

Feeling strange, he asked, "What's going on?"

Xiao Ju said aggrievedly, "Just because I have a unique hairstyle and my weapon is a stick, Wen Qinnuan said I'm a monk! That's unreasonable!"

Wen Qinnuan looked at Gu Liyue and said, "Liyue, don't you think they look alike?"

Gu Liyue deliberately glanced at Xiao Ju and said, "You have such a good temperament."

Xiao Ju immediately became proud again and said, "That's right. I just have a good temperament!"

Gu Liyue then said calmly, "He really looks like a warrior monk!"

Wen Qinnuan and Xiahou Jingrong burst into laughter.

Xiao Ju was so angry that he turned around and ignored everyone.

At this moment, Nie Hengzhou's voice came from the stage, announcing the end of the first round of competition: "The seventy-nine winners of the first round will advance to the next round. In the second round, one student will receive a bye and directly advance to the third round, competing with the winner of the second round. The name tags of the students who received a bye will be numbered zero. Everyone, please pay attention to your name tags."

Nie Hengzhou raised his hand, and a spot of light fell on the nameplate of the disciple who won the previous round.

Xiao Ju knew he could compete in the ring again, and he became excited again. He looked at his name tag and said, "I'm number six this time. Where's yours?"

Wen Qinnuan also looked down at the name tag and said, "Mine is number twenty-one."

Xiahou Jingrong said, "Thirty-seven."

The three of them looked at Gu Liyue, who held up her name tag and said, "I have a bye."

Xiao Ju said seriously: "You are so lucky, but I don't envy you."

Several people walked to the No. 6 ring and waited for the referee to announce the start of the competition.

Gu Liyue watched Xiao Ju leap onto the stage with a stick in hand. She inexplicably felt that he resembled Sun Wukong and found it funny.

In this round of competition, Wen Qinnuan, Xiao Ju and Xiahou Jingrong all won.