From the second round, the elimination battle.

The one-on-one decisive battle is simple and neat, just look at the real strength.

Moreover, an occasional play is useless, because the new wind war is a continuous battle, not only to see the explosiveness, but also to see the durability. Enter the real world of Nemo and fight with the demons and demons, one-on-one battles are rare, and they are often group battles.

"Draw a number ball." Lin Feng's gaze fell on the front.

The battle table is clearly arranged, with No. 1 vs. No. 2 and No. 3 vs. No. 4...... 31 vs. 32, the winner of the next round 1 and 2 against the winner of 3 and 4, and so on. To win the crown of the Fresh Wind Disciple, you need to win five games in a row.

"Huh?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

On the battle table, there are no names below all the numbers, except for No. 1 and No. 17, which have been decided in advance.

No. 1 Wang Hui, No. 17 Iron Fall.

"The strongest genius in Sector 1 and Sector 2." A flash of heat flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

The numbers of the two can be separated, one in the upper half and one in the lower half, to avoid meeting before the decisive battle, which is considered a kind of protection.

"Number 2!"

"Number 18!!"

……

All the disciples cheered up.

The 30 disciples who advanced to the second round touched the number ball one by one, and whenever the disciples of the first district went to draw, the disciples of the second district coaxed; When the disciples in the second district went to smoke, the disciples in the first district coaxed. As for the disciples of the third district, they had already been wiped out, and there was silence at the moment, and they glanced at the elated fourth district from time to time, their faces were ugly.

Very nervous.

The same is true for disciples who draw number balls.

From their own point of view, no one wants to draw numbers 2 and 18. There is a reward for entering the top 16; Enter the quarterfinals with more generous rewards; Every step forward in Fresh Wind will reward you with a lot of rewards.

Lin Feng is the 15th draw.

compared to others. Instead, he would prefer to draw these two numbers, but many things often backfire, and the odds are not very high. Before it was his turn, a young man with a pale face looked at the number ball of No. 2 in his hand and wanted to cry without tears.

Surrounding. Heckling again and again.

Soon—

It was Lin Feng's turn.

"Number 18!" "Number 18!" …… The disciples of the third district shouted, the most important thing is that the fourth district is not good, and the voice of the second district is also mixed in, Lu Jie, who Lin Feng defeated, is the disciple of the second district, because of this battle, the second district was ridiculed and ridiculed by the first district.

"Number 32." The Eastern Evil Protector who was in charge of drawing lots reported the numbers.

The people who were coaxing were suddenly disappointed, and No. 32 fell at the end of the lower half of the district, and they had to meet No. 17 Iron Fall. At least until the Final Four. The preparatory disciples of the fourth district were excited, and it was obvious that Lin Feng had drawn a good lot.

"Happy what!"

"That's it, do you still think this kid can make it to the top four?"

"Kill the chicken with a knife, see how he loses in the next game!"

The disciples of the three districts shouted.

They all had red eyes, eager to see Lin Feng's fiasco.

…

"Number 32." Lin Feng smiled.

It's a good number, and I'm ranked 32nd under the teacher. Looking at his name printed on the battle table, there was a lot of distance from the No. 17 Iron Fall, and Lin Feng didn't care. The first few battles... Right to warm up.

“３１！” "Number 31!" In the middle of the field, there was another voice.

Whenever the disciples of District 1 go to draw lots. The rest of the disciples in District 1 shouted No. 31 one after another, hoping to meet the weakest opponent and advance to the top 16 smoothly. Lin Feng saw it in his eyes, smiled dumbly, looked at the disciple who finally drew the No. 31 ball with an excited expression, and didn't know that he thought he had won the championship.

"No. 31 ......"

"Is it that good?"

…

A short break.

Draw the number balls. Directly start the second round of 16 battles, and the four rings will start at the same time, and it will not be delayed for too long. The rules are basically the same as in the first round, if you are seriously injured or fall into the ring, you will lose and you will not be allowed to take the opponent's life.

"Wang Hui!" "Wang Hui!" …… Everyone in District 1 shouted.

Including the disciples of the three districts. He is also cheering for the unparalleled genius of the Evil Wind Hall, at the age of twenty-two, he is already the ninth order of the Qi Cloud Stage, and he is likely to become the youngest fetal powerhouse in the Evil Wind Hall, and his achievements will be extraordinary.

On the contrary, the disciples of the second district were silent.

Even if the No. 2 disciple who fought against Wang Hui was from the second district, everyone knew... There is no suspense in this battle.

"The strongest genius in District 1." Lin Feng's eyes flickered.

"It took seven months to fuse a set of knife techniques."

"Cultivating the Holy Qi of Light, and... The holy qi of wood, a kind of heaven and earth energy, a kind of five elements energy, light heavy speed, heavy power; Wood heavy auxiliary, heavy defense. ”

Lin Feng looked at the competition ring, and in just five seconds, Wang Hui had already won. It's not that the opponent's strength is poor, and those who can advance to the second round are at least the fourth order of the Qiyun stage, but Wang Hui is the existence of the ninth order of the Qiyun stage, and the level is completely suppressed.

"I haven't seen the use of the Wood Divine Qi for the time being."

"But his Light Divine Qi is at the same level as my Yaoguang Holy Qi."

"Moreover, its knife technique is light and superb, and it explodes with the speed of the sword, and the knife moves that want to be fused should be the same."

Lin Feng nodded.

For the time being, only so little can be seen.

After all, the battle ended too quickly, and with Wang Hui's advancement, the fifth group of battles started immediately. Lin Feng swept through the four rings, paying attention to every battle, this was a good learning opportunity for him, especially for most of the disciples, the sword technique realm was the ninth realm.

Like Wang Hui, it is the ninth realm.

Watching them fight, you can see a lot of arcane use, the subtlety of the knife technique, and I feel it.

"Look, how serious the preparatory disciples are."

"That's, he's studying the next round of opponents, how can he not be serious?"

"Hahaha!"

……

In the third district, there were constant taunts.

Lin Feng turned a blind eye, looking at the evenly matched battles, he gained a lot, especially the perception of the sword realm, under the discussion with Brother Li and Wang Shen again and again, now his sword technique realm has already reached the peak of the eighth realm, and he is only one point away from breaking through the ninth realm.

"Oh?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

As the group battle progressed, the schedule quickly passed halfway, and the strongest player in the second district, "Iron Fall", appeared.

At the age of thirty, he is much older than other disciples, his sword skills are mature and decisive, and he is as stable as Mount Tai, and he also directly crushes his opponent to win. Especially the sword realm that was proud of all the participating disciples made Lin Feng's heart touch again and again. In terms of combat strength, he was only slightly inferior to Wang Hui at the eighth order of the Qiyun Stage.

Sword technique, the pinnacle of the ninth realm!

"After three games, I can fight him!" Lin Feng is looking forward to it.

Soon—

At the end of each battle, one by one the promotion places appeared.

Finally, we reached the end of the second round, which is the last battle.

"No. 31 Wang Zhihong, No. 32 Lin Feng!" The voice of the Eastern Evil Protector resounded calmly.

… (To be continued......)