Mo Shan's face was very ugly at the moment, because among the hundred disciples who advanced to the third round of the Big Competition, there was not a single Snow Mountain.

"Hey, it seems that Fengxue Mountain is really lonely, and it's getting worse and worse." Mo Shan suddenly sighed slowly, and then said to himself.

Those sects that have disciples breaking into the third round of the competition are all very excited at this moment. This is a good opportunity to build the reputation of the sect.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some are worried, and time passed quickly, and it came to the third day.

The white-haired old man was still standing in the center of the arena as usual. He spoke slowly and announced the official start of the third competition.

This time it is a ranking competition, a ranking competition among the hundred disciples.

The first player to advance to the 100th place, the second player to advance to the 99th place, and so on, eventually eliminating 50 of them.

Soon, Huang Quan stood on the arena without giving up, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

At this time, a disciple in the crowd slowly emerged, holding a small white flag in his hand, and began to sway.

"I surrender!"

The disciple stood under the stage. He didn't even have the courage to go on stage. He stood there and shouted, then turned around and ran away.

"..." Everyone was speechless, and Huang Quan could only helplessly step off the ring.

Chu Yun took over Huang Quan's position and stepped on the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Since Chu Yun's methods were far less violent than Huang Quan, his opponent eventually came to him.

Chu Yun was too lazy to waste time, so he gently stretched out a palm and slapped the disciple out of the ring.

The disciple had been eliminated before he could react.

Chu Yun slowly walked off the ring, and Lin Qianxue continued to walk up the ring.

Because Lin Qianxue's performance was amazing, her opponent eventually chose to surrender.

Xiaojin followed closely, and he also stepped onto the ring. Similarly, no one dared to challenge him this time and directly chose to surrender.

As these four strong players have passed the challenge, the rest of the game will be much more lively.

There are many warriors of equal strength in the arena, you come and go, all of them are exquisite and exquisite, which makes the people in the stands an eye addiction.

By the time the sun was three shots, fifty disciples had been eliminated.

Next, their opponents will be determined by drawing lots.

Fortunately or by coincidence, the three of Chu Yun got a different lottery again, and did not meet them together.

It was another long battle, and eventually 25 people stayed.

Next, continue to draw lots to select opponents.

Xiao Jin was very lucky and the other disciples began to compete with each other.

Soon, thirteen strong players finally advanced.

Among the thirteen people, including the Chu Yun three and Xiao Jin, there are seven martial emperors.

The remaining three martial emperors are all contemporary descendants of the four-tier sect, or have the identity of the young sect master, and are the focus of the four-tier sect.

This can't be blamed for the weak strength of these middle and third-tier sects, it is only because the previous spiritual condensing secret realm was in danger, the core disciples of their sect were killed and injured, which caused the extremely embarrassing situation now.

There are two or three cats and kittens, and even a decent disciple can't be taken out.

Next, the battle continued, and three more were eliminated.

Among the remaining ten people, there are seven Wuhuang strong and three half-step Wuhuang.

The strength of one of the half-step martial emperors is amazing. With just one sword, he can easily defeat the opponent in front of him.

"What is the origin of this sword-wielding kid?" Mo Shan frowned slightly, and he asked his subordinates.

"If I remember correctly, he should be a disciple of Dahaimen." A disciple of Fengxueshan beside Moshan said aloud, with a sense of doubt in his tone.

Dahaimen is nothing more than a small five-stream sect, and the strength of their sect master has only reached half the martial emperor realm.

It stands to reason that this kind of relatively weak five-stream sect should be impossible to have such a genius.

"Let me go down and investigate, I always think this kid is not easy." A hint of doubt flashed in Mo Shan's eyes, and he asked his subordinates.

"Yes, Shanzhu!" After hearing Mo Shan's order, the disciple said respectfully, and then turned and left.

In the arena, the game was still going on in full swing, and everyone looked tense.

Chu Yun slowly walked on top of the ring, his opponent was a martial emperor of four sects, his strength was very strong.

"At the lower giant stone gate Gou Dan, please enlighten me." A very strong man, bent down slightly, and then smiled at Chu Yun.

"Tiandi Sect, Chu Yun." Chu Yun nodded very calmly, and then also reported to himself.

Goudan is the young master of Jushimen, which is famous for its toughness.

It is said that they have a magical bloodline that can petrify their bodies.

Gou Dan took a deep breath, then took a step forward and blasted Chu Yun's face severely.

Gou Dan didn't leave his hand at all with this punch, and he had already used his full strength in his shot.

Chu Yun looked at the strong punch in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes did not change at all.

Chu Yun did not evade, but slowly stretched out a thin palm and lightly received the punch.

"boom!"

Gou Dan's fist slammed directly on Chu Yun's palm, causing a huge wave of air, and even the bricks on the ground took off.

"The strength is good." Chu Yun felt a very strong force, bursting out of his palm, he took a half step back intently, and then said with some surprise.

Chu Yun just resisted casually, and didn't use much spiritual power.

Even so, this Goudan could actually repel himself by half a step, his strength was already very strong.

Gou Dan saw that he was so easily resisted by Chu Yun with a full blow, he was stunned in the same place, stupidly at a loss as to what to do.

"What are you doing so stupidly? Fuck him!" On the ring, a thirty-year-old man suddenly stood up, and then shouted directly.

"Master Goumen, if you yell like this again and interrupt the disciple's competition, then don't blame Benshan Master for being rude." Mo Shan frowned slightly, and then snorted, his voice directly passed to the big man. In the ears.

"Ahem, sorry, I was too excited just now." The master of Jushimen sat down very embarrassedly, and then said apologetically to Mo Shan.

This Goudan was actually the son of the master of Jushimen. After seeing his son punched him, the master of Jushimen stood still on the spot.

The master of Jushimen was nervous for a while, and then he could not control his emotions and accidentally shouted out the thoughts in his heart.