Light and shadow swirled.
No one knew the matching rules of the yingtian mirror, nor could anyone interfere.
Thirty-two people, sixteen duels.
Among them, three were civil wars between Heaven-grade Seed participants. These three duels were highly anticipated.
But the other duels also attracted quite a lot of attention.
Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan's gaze was locked tightly on the light screen, and after seeing clearly who the opponent of Zhou Yunhe was. His first reaction was: Not a Heaven-grade Seed, that's good.
His second reaction was to turn his head, his gaze meeting Hun Qianxue's simultaneously.
"Caught."
Both of them had this thought emerge in their hearts at the same time.
It was just that their moods were completely different.
Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan was somewhat happy now; although Han Xuanji's performance in the first two rounds was stunning, an Earth-grade Seed was still just an Earth-grade Seed, and there was an insurmountable gap between it and a Heaven-grade Seed.
This match was secure.
He really wanted to say something to dampen Hun Qianxue's spirits. However, just as the words reached his lips, he suddenly saw the slightly furrowed brows of Wang Chong not far away. That powerhouse from the Great Sheng Holy Dynasty looked somewhat displeased.
Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan felt a chill in his heart, and the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.
Now was not the time to be quick-witted.
He snorted coldly, turned his head, and his gaze landed on the light screen.
Not saying it out loud didn't mean he didn't think it.
Han Xuanji, running into Yunhe, consider yourself unlucky.
"Luck is a bit bad."
Hun Qianxue sighed in his heart.
He didn't say anything, just shifted his gaze to another light screen, feeling the situation was not good.
This Centurion Zhou Lie's luck wasn't that great either, he also ran into a Heaven-grade Seed; it was looking ominous.
...
On the viewing platform.
"Hiss!"
Wang Ping stood up abruptly, his eyes wide.
"Brother Han ran into a Heaven-grade Seed just like that?"
His voice was trembling:
"He fought so beautifully in the first two rounds, why did he run into such a tough nut to crack in the third round?"
Hun Jiuge tugged at his sleeve, lowering his voice:
"Sit down! You're making a bad impression like this."
Wang Ping gritted his teeth and sat down, but the expression on his face was worse than crying. Hun Qianling took a deep breath, letting her mood settle.
She looked at the light screen and said softly:
"Believe in him."
Hun Jiuge nodded vigorously:
"Right, believe in Young Master Han."
Li Tiantong did not speak, but his gaze was more focused than anyone else's, his fingers trembling slightly, clearly his heart was not as calm as his face.
On the other side of the viewing platform, Ling Xuan was beaming with joy.
"Haha! This kid drew a Heaven-grade Seed, consider him unlucky!"
He couldn't help but laugh out loud, turning his head to share this joy with Xie Qingqing, only to see Xie Qingqing looking at another light screen with a worried face.
Ling Xuan followed her gaze, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
Ling Cang's opponent was actually also a Heaven-grade Seed, Xun Ye, from the powerful Sect of the Seven Stars Province, "Karma Dao Palace".
This person's cultivation was also at the Perfection of the Eternal Dao Lord, and what he was best at was the Dao of Karma.
The Dao of Karma was mysterious and difficult to guard against.
The two came from different Dao provinces and had never fought before; no one knew who was stronger or weaker.
"Damn it!"
Ling Xuan cursed under his breath, and that bit of schadenfreude instantly vanished into thin air.
He scanned his gaze back and forth between the light screens of Ling Cang and Han Xuanji, struggling for a moment in his heart, but ultimately placed his attention on Ling Cang.
No matter what, Han Xuanji was an outsider, while Ling Cang was his own older brother.
No matter how much he wanted to watch Han Xuanji's spectacle, he couldn't forget who he was.
Xie Qingqing bit her lip and said softly:
"Brother Ling Cang shouldn't lose."
Ling Xuan nodded vigorously, but he was still a bit nervous.
Three Heaven-grade Seed civil wars, that's a bit unlucky.
Qin Yong did not look at Ling Cang, but stared fixedly at Han Xuanji's light screen.
It wasn't that he didn't care about his friend's battle, but he felt that with Ling Cang's strength, winning was just a matter of time.
Qin Yong had seen Ling Cang fight countless times; he knew that the man's bottom line was far deeper than anyone imagined.
But Han Xuanji was different.
From the battles in the first two rounds, Qin Yong saw that the other party's strength was unfathomable.
Han Xuanji clearly hadn't shown his full strength.
Where was his limit?
It was precisely this unknown that made him develop a strong interest in Han Xuanji.
If Ling Cang was one of the known strongest, then Han Xuanji was an unknown variable.
Variables are the most terrifying.
On the light screen, light flowed.
Thirty-two figures were cast by the yingtian mirror into sixteen mirror worlds.
The third round began.
Han Xuanji opened his eyes, stretched his muscles and bones, and scanned his surroundings. He discovered that this time he was beside a big river.
The Spiritual Qi in this world was more abundant than in the previous two rounds.
"This world seems to have a stronger suppression on the Dao laws."
Han Xuanji was slightly surprised, but didn't think much of it.
He closed his eyes and spread his Divine Thought, sensing every aura within a radius of one hundred thousand miles.
Soon, he sensed the other party.
Not one aura, but two.
One aura was sharp like a sword, one aura was ethereal like the wind.
Han Xuanji opened his eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Two people?
No, the rules of the yingtian mirror were one-on-one; it was impossible for a two-on-one situation to occur. Then there was only one explanation. One of the auras was the main body, and the other was a Clone or an afterimage.
He followed the direction of that aura and looked. Several thousand miles away, a young man wearing a moon-white robe stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing through the gray sky light to meet Han Xuanji's eyes.
His face was delicate, his eyebrows like a painting, looking refined and scholarly.
And beside him, a burly figure appeared, with an identical appearance but a completely different physique, and the temperament displayed was also completely different, like a battle-hardened general.
"Fancy and flashy."
Han Xuanji looked at him and quickly figured out which one was the main body.
After a moment, the refined Zhou Yunhe smiled slightly and spoke:
"Qianhun City, Han Xuanji, I have heard of you."
His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered Han Xuanji's ears,
"Your strength is far above that of an Earth-grade Seed. I feel that the people of the Great Dao Association underestimated you."
Courtesy before force?
Han Xuanji's heart stirred, but he didn't attack directly, speaking calmly:
"Thanks for the compliment."
Zhou Yunhe shook his head:
"It's not a compliment, it's a fact. You are very strong, but..."
His tone changed, still calm, but with a bit more certainty:
"You are not my match."
Han Xuanji did not speak, just watched him quietly. Thinking to himself, this person is more arrogant than him. Have you fought yet, to say he's not your match?
Han Xuanji had originally been thinking about whether to hold back his strength, but now he thought there was no need.