"There are still more than eighty people who are still here." Wang Xingyu said: "Instead of continuing to fight randomly, which is not only rough and meaningless, why not organize a one-on-one battle ourselves. We happen to be in an illusion, even if
Killing or wounding will not cause real harm."
He paused and glanced at Xuan Bo: "Normally, because we are brothers from the same sect, it is difficult to make a killing blow during a competition, so we have to take it easy. Now in this illusion, there is no such restriction.
We can let go and have a good fight to find out who is strong and who is weak..."
Before he finished speaking, the eyes of several other people had lit up. Yu Zhi even patted his thick thighs and laughed wildly: "This is really great. I have long wanted to fight heartily with some of the masters in the sect."
I didn’t expect to find the opportunity now! Hahaha!”
Xuan Bo touched his chin, looked at Wang Xingyu and smiled: "Yes, there is revenge, there is hatred, there is resentment, it's very, very good!"
Even Wu Enming, who had been silent until now, was quite moved, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Seeing that everyone was immersed in imagination, Liu Qinghuan coughed softly: "But I don't know how to sort them?"
"Draw lots?" Xuan Bo said, shaking his head: "No, no, no, it's very likely that you won't be able to draw the person you want to fight with."
Liu Qing said with a smile: "Brother Xuan is too impatient. There are still more than 80 people here. Even if we fight in pairs, there will still be about 20 people after two rounds. As long as you are a master, you are afraid that you will not be able to enter the final stage.
?When the number of people is reduced, and we agree to fight again, we can still get a good ranking. Wouldn’t it be nice?”
So everyone decided to draw lots to determine the opponent. In the third or fourth round, if there are opponents who want to fight, they can make a fight with each other; if not, they will continue to draw lots to decide.
After discussion, the four groups of people returned to their own queues.
Liu Qinghuan and Xuanbo returned to their team's protective formation. Seeing that most people had finished adjusting their breath, they shared with everyone what they had just discussed.
When many people heard this, they clapped their hands and got ready for a big fight.
The protective formation was also withdrawn and no longer divided into teams. The disciples of the Wenshi sect, who had previously fought jealously to defend each other, gathered together affectionately again.
Everyone relaxes. The next competition will all depend on personal ability. If you can't win, it's because you are not strong enough, so there is no need to complain.
Wang Xingyu took out a lottery tube and asked everyone to draw lots one by one. There are now eighty-four people in total, and they are a good match.
Liu Qinghuan drew number 66, Bai Fengming came over to see it, and said with a grimace: "Junior Brother Liu, this number is quite auspicious, but I drew number 44... It's over! All the good luck this time must have been used up.
…”
Liu Qinghuan silently patted his shoulder to express comfort.
The platform was large enough, so five games could be arranged at the same time. Because there was no scruple, the battle on the field was very fierce, and various methods were used, which attracted cheers from others.
In the martial arts arena outside the fantasy world, Lord Mengxu shook his head in amusement: These little guys are quite capable of tossing, and they actually organized a competition by themselves.
Under the stage, the eighty-four disciples closed their eyes tightly, their whole bodies were enveloped in a layer of rich green energy, and they sat cross-legged, as if they were in a dream.
However, as the battle inside continued, some people suddenly opened their eyes. After being in a daze for a while, they were taken outside by the foundation-building monks who had been standing by.
Soon, there were only nine disciples left in the field. Except for one disciple who was at the eighth level of Qi training, the others were all at the ninth level.
Zhenjun Mengxu was a little surprised. This disciple from Zhulin Mountain had persisted for a long time, and he didn't even appear now. He was about to enter the illusion, and saw the disciple open his eyes.
Liu Qinghuan followed a foundation-building monk to the viewing platform where the martial arts arena was staged. He looked back and saw eight people sitting there.
This competition is much more difficult than the previous wheel battles.
Although the wheel battle is difficult, due to the varying strengths of the opponents, you can still get through it with luck. As for the final one-on-one battle in the fantasy world, after the previous series of chaotic battles, all those who survived were the best among the disciples, and the battle situation was even more embarrassing.
fierce.
In the first two rounds of the competition, although Liu Qinghuan spent a lot of effort, he successfully defeated his opponent. In the third round, he was lucky enough to get a bye and entered the final eleven people directly. But by the time
In this round, he met Wu Enming as his opponent.
When Liu Qinghuan watched the battle between Wu Enming and Sikong Xinming, he was already very aware of how powerful this man was, but it was not until he faced off that he realized how great the pressure was! He tried his best, but was still defeated by the opponent's overwhelming sword power.
Under this, coupled with the gap in cultivation, this failure is almost doomed.
On the other hand, he still underestimated the horror of sword cultivators.
They regard themselves as swords, and the sword is themselves. Even the sword in their hands will gradually affect their character. For example, Wu Enming is as cold as the sword in his hand.
From his previous observation of the three Zhulinshan disciples who had developed sword intent, he could clearly feel that their sword intent was very obviously different from Wu Enming's.
He seemed to understand a little bit why Uncle Ji said at the beginning that the disciples of Zhulin Mountain were not sword cultivators, but Tao cultivators. Sword cultivators would be affected by the sword in their hands, but "Bamboo Heart Sword Technique" was forged by the Tao in their hearts.
sword.
"Junior Brother Liu, come out!"
Suddenly a shout interrupted Liu Qinghuan's contemplation. He raised his head and saw Bai Fengming striding towards him.
Unfortunately for Bai Fengming, he drew the nine-foot-large Han Jade Blade in the second round...
"Hahaha, you are so awesome!" Bai Fengming patted his shoulder and laughed: "You actually rushed to the top ten. If you go back and tell Lin Guang, he will be shocked!"
Liu Qinghuan smiled sheepishly: "Hehe, I'm just lucky."
Bai Fengming shook his head and sighed: "Speaking of good or bad luck, you relied entirely on your own strength to get there, and I relied on luck all the way..."
"Senior Brother Bai, why would you say such a thing?" Liu Qinghuan interrupted him and said seriously: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to fight against Yu Zhi. It's not a matter of luck at all. Besides, luck is also a part of strength. How many people
Even if you ask for it, you won’t get it.”
He was about to say more when he suddenly heard the voice of Lord Mengxu: "Disciples within one hundred, please come back to the field."
He looked down and realized that everyone in the room had come out of the illusion.
He and Bai Fengming flew back to the martial arts arena and looked at True Lord Mengxu who was standing up, waiting for him to speak.
Seeing that everyone was here, Zhenjun Mengxu nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, being able to enter the top 100 of this competition has proven your ability. Look at your tokens, you have this name on it.
The ranking of the competition.”
Everyone lowered their heads and took out their tokens. In addition to his own name, Liu Qinghuan's token had an extra "nine" on it.