Soon the next day came, and all the martial arts came to the arena early.

The white-haired old man didn't know when he appeared in the middle of the arena.

"The second round of the Hundred Doors Tournament officially begins." The white-haired old man didn't talk too much nonsense, he just cleared his throat slightly, and then said.

Regarding the rules of this game, as early as yesterday, Fengxueshan had notified them in advance.

This second round of competition is different from yesterday. It is not a big melee, nor is it a simple one-on-one singles, but the disciples will automatically enter the ring to accept the challenge.

Each disciple can only be considered a successful promotion after defeating ten people.

In view of the performance of the three of Chu Yun yesterday, it was too bad for the sky, so Fengxueshan specially formulated a plan.

A disciple can challenge up to 30 people, or accept a challenge from 30 people. If all 30 people are defeated by him, he will be forced to advance to the next round.

With the sound of the start of the game, a disciple of the five sects took the lead to walk up.

"In the next 38 sect, the king of the third eight, please give your advice!" The disciple arched his hand slightly, and then said to the people below.

As soon as his voice fell, a black shadow rushed up directly, then slapped Wang Sanba's face with a slap, and slapped him away for a long distance.

"Next." Huang Quan's expression did not change at all, but he uttered a word very casually.

"Do you think anyone wants to challenge me? Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Huang Quan frowned slightly, and he said coldly.

"..." Everyone in the audience was silent, no one dared to challenge Huang Quan.

Huang Quan was alone yesterday, and the scene of beating a whole ring is still vivid.

They think they are not Huang Quan's opponents, so they don't want to go to death in vain.

The scene suddenly became embarrassing. No one dared to challenge Huang Quan, and Huang Quan could only stay on stage because he had no opponents.

"Shan Lord, the current situation seems to be a bit wrong." A disciple hurriedly ran to the side of Mo Shan, and then whispered in his ear.

"Uh, I really didn't think of the situation in front of me." Mo Shan's mouth twitched twice, and he sighed slowly.

"Mountain Lord, what should I do now? You can't let them stay frozen all the time!" The disciple said cautiously, his tone very cautious.

"Contact the Supreme Elder and see if he has any suggestions." Mo Shan nodded slightly, and then ordered.

"Yes, Shanzhu!" After the disciple heard Mo Shan's words, he first bowed respectfully, then turned and left.

The disciple quickly came to the white-haired old man's side, and then told him something.

The white-haired old man frowned slightly, then nodded slowly.

"From now on, add a game rule. If no one challenges within a stick of incense after taking the stage, you can automatically advance!" The voice of the white-haired old man came from the arena, and then directly entered everyone's ears.

After the time for a stick of incense, Huang Quan was already considered a successful promotion.

He jumped off the ring very speechlessly, and then came to Chen Xi's side.

"Master, this competition is really boring. I'll go back to the Heavenly Emperor faction. Anyway, there are brothers and sisters. If either of them stays here, they can definitely win the championship." Huang Quan said to Chen Xi Said, his tone was full of helplessness.

"Sit down for me, why are you so anxious? After the game is over, we will go back together." Chen Xi glared at Huang Quan and said aloud.

"Yes, Master." After Huang Quan was reprimanded by Chen Xi, he drooped his head and looked at the ring below with a depressed expression.

After Huang Quan stepped down from the ring, Chu Yun followed closely, and stepped onto the ring second.

Chu Yun received the same treatment as Huang Quan. He stood on the ring for a long time, but no one dared to challenge him.

Chu Yun walked directly off the ring, and then quickly came to Chen Xi's side.

Chu Yun looked at his master, he was just about to say something, but Chen Xi interrupted him directly.

"Sit down for me. After completing the Hundred Sects Competition, we will return to the Heavenly Emperor Sect." Chen Xi gave Chu Yun a faint glance, and then said.

"Yes, Master." Chu Yun was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly. He obediently came to Chen Xi's back and sat there without saying a word.

At this moment, Chu Yun was very puzzled. Is it possible that the master can read mind? Otherwise, how would he know what he wanted to say.

Chen Xi continued to focus on the ring below. As expected, Lin Qianxue was the third person to climb the ring.

After about a stick of incense, Lin Qianxue also walked off the ring, and then came to Chen Xi's side.

Lin Qianxue didn't talk nonsense like Chu Yun and Huang Quan, but sat quietly beside Chen Xi.

"This is definitely the most boring one hundred contest I have ever seen!" The corners of a sect master's mouth twitched twice, and he said to himself.

"Damn, it's really human beings. Look at the disciples of the Emperor faction that day, and then look at your rubbish. Have you practiced with your feet for so many years? The resources given to you by this school are really useless. It's useful to feed the dog!" A sect leader roared, and then angrily shouted at the group of disciples behind him.

"Head, our Big Foot Sect was originally practicing with our feet." A disciple popped up, and then said to the head.

"Shut up, why are you everywhere!" Dajiamenzhangmen was furious, he lifted his right foot, and then kicked the disciple's face fiercely.

There was a big shoe print directly on that disciple's face.

He looked aggrieved, but he did not dare to cry, for fear that he would make the head angry again.

The fourth place on the field was the contemporary heir to the Domineering Dadaomen. He was holding a huge tiger-headed knife and exuding a terrifying aura.

"Let me meet you!" Under the ring, a voice suddenly heard. A disciple in white walked through the air, and then came to Xiaojin.

"Are you a disciple of Fengxue Mountain?" Xiaojin squinted slightly, he put the tiger-headed knife in his hand on his shoulder, and then said coldly.

"Fengxueshan, Dong Dali, please show me a lot!" The white-clothed disciple had a faint smile on his mouth, and then also exuded his own temperament.

"This Dong Dali is the first genius after the big brother. With him, he will definitely lose!" A disciple of Fengxueshan said, his tone was full of confidence, as if he had already seen it. The scene of Dong vigorously beating Xiaojin.