Just as Wang Fan was looking at the large formation surrounding the battle platform, a figure suddenly appeared. In just a few breaths, he had already landed on one of the battle platforms.
This man has white beard and hair, is wearing a white Taoist robe, and has a long white beard. He also has a very kind face and looks very immortal.
After he appeared, the powerful aura of the ninth level of the Supreme Realm spread out from his body, and then he pressed his hands in the void, and the entire square suddenly became quiet.
Seeing that the square became quiet, he coughed lightly and then said, "Today is the day when the outstanding juniors of the fifty major families will participate in the Zhenhong Space quota competition."
"Needless to say, everyone must already know that our quota is only 200. In other words, only those who are among the top 200 can have a quota to enter Zhenhong Space."
"It's just that, although there are only 200 places, there are nearly 2,000 outstanding juniors participating in the competition."
"So the competition rules this time are also different from previous years. In order to determine the top 200 as soon as possible, we will adopt a points system this time."
"The so-called points system means that every monk participating in the competition will have two points. If you win a game, you will gain one point. If you lose a game, you will lose one point."
"If the contestant's points become zero, it means that he will be eliminated and will not be eligible to continue fighting. The final top 200 will also be determined based on the points ranking."
As soon as the old man said these words, the whole place was in an uproar.
No one expected that the rules of the competition would turn out like this, which caught all the monks off guard.
You must know that in the past, competitions were conducted in a one-on-one elimination manner, and it is absolutely impossible for the participating monks from this family to face each other in front.
"Senior, I would like to know, can I give my points to others?" After the brief shock, someone soon couldn't help but ask.
"No!" the old man replied simply.
Answer, "Points can only be obtained through battles, not through other methods."
After the old man finished speaking, there was a sudden silence.
"Senior, if I defeat my opponent on the battlefield and someone steps on the battlefield to challenge me, can I refuse in this case?"
However, the silence only lasted for a few breaths, and then another monk asked.
"Yes." The old man replied, "If the winning monk on the stage is challenged by others, he can refuse, and his points will not be deducted."
"But if you just take the stage and find that your opponent is strong and give up the fight, one point will be deducted."
Hearing what the old man said, the scene was once again in an uproar.
The old man ignored the uproar and continued, "There may be some loopholes in the rules, and it is not very fair to some participating monks."
"But you have to know that there is no absolute fairness in this world. If you are eliminated, it only means that you don't have enough opportunities. Because the rules for all participating monks are the same."
"Okay, without further ado, let me announce that this time the competition for quotas will begin now."
"By the way, I would like to add that participating monks cannot take pills or banned drugs that can improve their strength. If any participating monks take such drugs, they will be eliminated directly."
After the old man finished speaking, he pointed to the twenty battle platforms, "There are twenty battle platforms here. Any monk can directly board the battle platform to fight!"
After the old man finished his last words, the monks at the scene became shocked again. There was no need to roll call or draw lots, but to fight directly. This is simply too cruel!
Thus
, wouldn’t it be true that the monks who were 100% sure of entering the top 200 would probably not be able to enter?
After all, even if your strength ranks second among all monks, as long as the first one targets you, you will still not be able to advance.
For a moment, all participating monks were silent, and no one dared to take the stage.
In this case, the first batch of monks to take the stage will definitely suffer the most and are also the ones most likely to be eliminated.
Because other monks can decide whether to fight you or not based on your cultivation level.
Wang Fan was also speechless. He did not expect that it would be this kind of competition system.
Although this competition system did not have a big impact on him and he didn't care much about it, he had no intention of being among the first to take the stage.
Now that he has offended not only the Zhuo family, but also the eight major sects, he doesn't want to be in the limelight at all.
He is not very afraid of the Zhuo family, but he is still a little afraid of the eight major sects. Once the eight major sects know that he is here, then he will not even think about entering the Zhenhong space.
Whoosh!
A sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and a young man quickly appeared on the middlemost battle platform.
This person is in his thirties and has an eighth level of cultivation.
He was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a long blue sword on his back. Coupled with his extremely handsome appearance, he looked very elegant.
After this man stepped onto the fighting stage, he immediately clasped his fists and said in a gentle tone, "I am Mancheng of the Man family. Mancheng is not talented. I ask you for advice from all the heroes."
"Mancheng?"
"He is the number one genius of the Man family, Man Cheng?"
"Oh my god, Mancheng comes on stage, who dares to touch him?"
Hearing Mancheng's voice, the whole place was in an uproar.
Man Cheng is the number one genius of the Man family, and his strength is unquestionable.<
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Not many participating monks would dare to provoke such a person.
However, just when everyone thought that no one dared to touch Mancheng, a figure quickly rushed to the battlefield.
"My Hu family, Hu Xiaoran, is here to ask for advice." Following Hu Xiaoran's voice, he had already grabbed a round seal and blasted it directly towards Mancheng.
Obviously, although Mancheng is the number one genius of the Man family, not all monks are afraid of him, at least Hu Xiaoran is not afraid.
The sound of "boom, boom, boom, boom" sounded quickly, and the two of them were instantly fighting.
After the fight between Mancheng and Hu Xiaoran, the geniuses from other major families naturally refused to lag behind.
Soon, there were people on all twenty battle platforms.
Wang Fan's eyes fell on the No. 11 battle platform, and with a hint of coldness in his eyes, he said to Yue Hongyi, "I'll go up first."
After saying that, he rushed forward without waiting for Yue Hongyi to reply.
If you want to say which family Wang Fan is most unhappy with right now, it is actually not the Zhuo family, but the Nan family.
Although Zhuo Cangxin, the head of the Zhuo family, tried to kill Wang Fan, it was because Wang Fan killed Zhuo Cangxin's son Zhuo Yuejiang first.
Even if Zhuo Yuejiang deserves to die, even if Zhuo Cangxin is very domineering and unreasonable, he still has a reason after all.
But Nan Wenhou was different. When he was at the inn, he had never provoked this guy at all, but this guy wanted to kill him for absolutely no reason.
If Wang Fan hadn't been there a few times, he might have become the soul of Nan Wenhou's subordinate for no reason.
Since Wang Fan was very unhappy with Nan Wenhou, he was naturally also very unhappy with the Nan family.
The person standing on the 11th platform was a monk from the Nan family. But Wang Fan didn't know whether this guy was the number one genius of the Nan family.
This chapter has been completed!