Genshin Impact: The evil eye eroded me at the beginning, and I became an immortal in a hundred battl

You know, many of the family heads here have only stayed in the Three Realms for a short time.

The clan in a school is not necessarily the strongest. In some schools, the relationships are complicated and require the head of the family to suppress them with force in order to maintain the stability of the school, such as Iwazo Ryu.

There are also some schools that work together to pursue the path of being strong. At this time, the position of head of the clan is handed over to those core figures with lower talents.

Dealing with the daily chores in the family and the relationship with the outside world, these easily distracting things, are shouldered by the head of the family. The real masters are still practicing hard at home.

Like this time, most of the people who led their disciples to participate in the Xinxiao Autumn Night Festival were sect members.

But many of them are not the strongest in their genre.

After reaching the third realm, it is very difficult for ordinary people to move forward.

After all, there are two groups of people dueling on the field, and there are endless exciting scenes.

Therefore, without deliberately observing, these people's judgment on He Chuan's strength is actually not as reliable as that of Feng Zhenyuntai, the peak of the second realm.

However, no matter how little they cared about before, at this moment, they finally turned their attention to He Chuan.

Many people began to recall He Chuan's battle and wonder why he was able to temporarily avoid the edge of Feng Zhenyuntai.

In the group, Tanba Takaya's purple face could no longer be described as distorted, and his bloodshot eyes were almost about to explode.

He struggled to control his convulsions of anger.

"what is this?"

"what is this!"

When Feng Zhenyun came, he showed enough respect, saluted, bowed, and admitted defeat.

They just nodded and said nothing.

When he arrived at He Chuan, he took the initiative to retreat and praised He Chuan for his strength?

Why did he really think that he could step on his head just because he was lucky enough to defeat him?

The third round will begin soon. At that time, he will prove himself and let these viewers see who is the real proud man!

Feng Zhenyunta here, except for He Chuan, has already challenged them all in one round, and their record has reached eleven battles and eleven wins.

He Chuan was actually on par with him.

On the other hand, Aoi Sakimoto took the same script as Feng Zhenyunta, but there was someone in the middle who accepted his challenge.

Such a situation made Aoi Sakimoto couldn't help but smile, with violent murderous intent hidden in her eyes.

With just one move, the guy whose strength was at the upper-middle level of the Second Realm had his right hand cut off from the elbow, and screams were heard, which made people look at him.

"Asshole! It's just a sparring match, but you actually hit me so hard."

The disciple's right hand was cut off, and more than ten years of practice were wiped out. The clan members of that sect sitting in the audience immediately stood up and were extremely angry.

"He was too weak and didn't have time to hold back. If you have any objections, you can come down personally."

Aoi Sakimoto responded with a smile, his voice was cold, his eyes were staring at the clan like a poisonous snake, his aura was strange and extremely dangerous.

This undisguised war-loving spirit made the Zong family stunned and turned pale.

He was a second-level person, and the aura he showed was actually faintly suppressing the clans of the third level, making everyone around him tremble.

Even Feng Zhenyunta and He Chuan were a little frightened. This guy was probably an extremely difficult opponent.

At this moment, Kamisato Ayaka slowly stood up and walked onto the ring under the eyes of everyone. She was wearing a set of Kamisato's samurai uniform today. Her slender legs were swinging under the moon-white trousers, and the brocade rope was Her waist was tied up, and her white hair was combed into a ponytail, gently swaying with her steps. Her elegant and elegant temperament was intoxicating.

Although this samurai suit is not as thick and safe as armor, it is lighter and lighter. Kamisato Ayaka loves it very much.

After standing still on the stage, Kamisato Ayaka spoke slowly, her voice clearer.

"My Kamisato family holds this festival. The original intention is to commemorate the four ancestors of Inazuma who symbolized the highest attainments in martial arts in history. We do not want this place to become a bloody place for various schools to resolve their grudges. In this third round, I will personally serve as the referee, and I hope you can stop it in time so as not to hurt the peace."

As soon as she finished speaking, many echoing voices came from the audience.

In fact, at this stage of the discussion meeting, only the last eight people are left. The disciples of these people who responded are no longer on the stage. This move is nothing more than flattering Kamisato Ayaka.

"Then, please invite the last eight participants to enter the ring, and we will draw lots to decide our respective opponents."

The last eight people came on stage, and by this point, Nozheng over there had been eliminated. Apart from Aoi Sakimoto and Qianhe Qianhe from the Phantom Sakura Style, among the other two, the sinister man who had a fierce confrontation with Qianhe Qianhe before was also among them. He Chuan did not recognize the other one.

In this way, excluding He Chuan, Tanba Takaya and the strange man, five of the top eight are from the so-called Narujin Ten Clan, and some of the ten tribes did not come to participate due to other reasons. reason.

At the same time, the Iwazo-ryu where Tanba Takaya belongs is also extremely powerful. Due to changes in the school in recent years, it has gradually withered away and was kicked out of the so-called Narukami Ten Clan, with the successors taking over.

It seems that the gold content of the Ten Mining God Clans is really not low.

A square box was presented, and the players drew cards and chose their opponents.

He Chuan walked up to Kamisato Linghua, and the two looked at each other. Kamisato Linghua smiled at him and said, "Please."

The exquisite and flawless face in front of him made him feel a little dazed.

For a moment, He Chuan thought he was back in the game. Standing in front of him was the extremely gentle man who could shyly say words with hidden feelings.

But soon he realized that this was no longer the fantasy world where everything was possible, and the cruel reality was before him.

If he was not strong enough, he might be mercilessly severely injured in front of Tanba Takaya like the young man who had his arm cut off earlier.

If he is not strong enough, those friends he cherishes in the game will not even look at him in this world.

If he is not strong enough, the ending of this world may not go in the direction he wants.

The eyes that had lost focus regained focus in an instant and became extremely firm.

He stretched out his hand, took out a sign, and handed it to Kamisato Ayaka.

Kamisato Ayaka looked over and announced to everyone.

"He Chuan, versus... Takaya Tanba!"

When the list was read out, Kamisato Ayaka was stunned for a moment.

These two people who obviously had some grievances collided with each other by coincidence in the first round of the quarterfinals.

"Good good."

On the side, Tanba Takashi clenched his fists with a gloomy expression.

He Chuan, let your body be a stepping stone for me to enter the semi-finals and prove myself.