"Senior Brother Lin, I'm sorry for you." In a corner of the competition platform, the seriously injured Ye Man was supported by two cultivators. His face was full of shame and anger, his eyes were dull, and he said to Lin Yuan who was standing in front of him.
"Hmph! You underestimated the enemy too much, which led to this result. If it were me, I would have used all my strength from the beginning to cripple that good-for-nothing Wang Teng." A third-level Taoist cultivator said at the side.
"You actually lost to Wang Teng. Senior Brother Lin has been completely humiliated by you." A third-level Taoist cultivator said.
These two cultivators usually have a good relationship with Ye Man. They are both followers of Lin Yuan. However, Ye Man has always been the number one warrior around Lin Yuan and has received more training resources. Now, while he is being beaten by Wang
The chance of Teng's defeat would be just enough to take over his position.
"You..." Ye Man's heart was filled with anger, but at this moment he was provoked by the two of them, and a bloody sword spurted out.
"Okay, okay! Ye Man, it's not your fault. It's Wang Teng who hid too deeply. In a month, I will personally take action to make him live and die." Lin Yuan bit lightly.
He licked his teeth and showed a vicious look on his face.
"Senior Brother Lin, we will definitely strive to enter the top ten and become entry-level disciples. Then we can help you and create a world for you in the Xiaochi Sect. As for Ye Man, you only have to wait two more years, which is a pity!"
The two cultivators complimented Lin Yuan and finally shook their heads at Ye Man.
"Okay. Ye Man, you go down to recuperate first! We may be able to use you in the future." Lin Yuan waved to Ye Man and sent two cultivators to take him away.
"Damn it, how could this happen? How could this happen? My great future is ruined like this, I won't accept it, I won't accept it!" Ye Man wailed in his heart, knowing that he had begun to be ignored by Lin Yuan.
The world of cultivators is so cruel. If you make one wrong move, you may never be able to look back.
At the end of the day, the results of the first round of eliminations came out. A total of seventy-one cultivators successfully entered the second round, and the others were eliminated one after another. Some cultivators suffered both losses in the battle and lost their ability to fight, so they also lost their ability to fight.
Can only be eliminated.
Wang Teng returned to his residence, replenished his body's energy, and had a good sleep. Moreover, he also had a good dream. In the dream, he won the first place. Liu Susu was excited.
His whole body trembled, he hugged himself tightly, and finally gave himself a sweet kiss.
"Hee hee!" Wang Teng had a lewd giggle on his face in his sleep, and held the quilt tightly as if he was hugging his wife.
Early the next morning, he, Old Man Feng, and Liu Susu came to the competition stage. This time, their opponents were still determined by drawing lots.
"In yesterday's competition, all the weaklings were eliminated. Today's participating cultivators are all powerful and well-known among the outer sects of the Xiaochi Sect. It seems that there will be another battle between dragons and tigers."
"I think Wang Yang, Hei Kui, and Feng Xu will definitely pass this time."
"Maybe they might meet in today's duel, and that would be a good show." A cultivator said with great expectation.
"Hey, you are a new disciple! You are really naive. It is impossible for them to meet in today's competition. You don't even know these unspoken rules, so why are you messing around?" A cultivator laughed.
Before the entry-level disciple selection competition, there will definitely be some masters who have been recognized by the sect. According to certain regulations, it is impossible for them to meet in the first few games. They will almost always wait until the last moment for a fight between dragons and tigers.
Otherwise, if the two strong men met early and one of the strong men was eliminated, then they would not be qualified to become entry-level disciples. Wouldn't it be a pity.
"Look, it's that guy Wang Teng. He's accompanied by a beautiful woman. He looks very high-spirited. Bah." Suddenly, a cultivator saw Wang Teng and Liu Susu standing very close, talking and laughing, and his heart was filled with jealousy.
"Liu Susu is really getting more and more beautiful. Her figure and face are simply top-notch. Although she is guilty of a crime, it would be great if she could win her heart. What a pity! What a pity!"
"That little bitch didn't even buy Lin Yuan's account, let alone us? But now he's been hooked up by Wang Teng." Some cultivators became more and more jealous.
"Wang Teng is about to die, so let him dance around for a few more days. I think he will definitely be defeated and eliminated today. Let's see if he can still laugh out loud by then."
Under the jealous eyes of everyone, Wang Teng stepped onto the competition stage. Today he still had to draw lots by himself.
"Hmph! What a pity, Wang Teng! I didn't draw you." In front of Wang Teng, a cultivator who had drawn the lots sneered. He was also a popular person next to Lin Yuan, Tian San.
"What's such a pity? There will be another chance tomorrow." Wang Teng chuckled.
"You have no tomorrow. It's ridiculous that you, a loser, want to survive today's game." Tian San said sarcastically.
"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." After Wang Teng finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to the other party, stretched out his hand and pulled out a wooden sign from the wooden box.
"Wang Teng, there is no opponent, just pass the knockout round." The presiding elder looked slightly stunned and said immediately.
"Ah!" The whole audience was in an uproar, and the expressions of those cultivators who were jealous of Wang Teng became extremely ugly, as if they were turned to stone.
"It's so unreasonable. He has such bad luck." "That guy is really lucky. It's really evil." "Jealous, envious and hateful." "..."
Wang Teng touched the back of his head embarrassedly and smiled at the presiding elder. He did not expect that he would be so lucky and draw a wooden card without any opponent, because there were seventy-one cultivators who successfully advanced yesterday.
, so one person is destined to not have to compete.
"Let him play around for one more day! He will never survive tomorrow." Lin Yuan showed a gloomy sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Xiao Wang, that's right. In this way, you will be in the top thirty. As long as you fight one more time, you will not be far from the tenth place." Old Man Feng showed a joyful smile on his face.
Under the jealous eyes of everyone, Wang Teng spent another day. This time, more than half of the cultivators were eliminated, and only thirty people were left to enter the third round of elimination. Of these thirty people, of course,
Wang Teng included.
He easily entered the top thirty, everything was within Wang Teng's expectation, and he could do it even if he didn't rely on luck.
Lin Yuan's bad guy was eliminated by two more in the second round of elimination. Only two were left to support him, and he entered the top ten, which seemed a bit mysterious.
"Wang Teng, you are not so lucky today. I really hope I will draw you later and see how I beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy." Lin Yuan is a bitch, still like Wang Teng, in the yellow character competition
During the competition on the fighting platform, he walked in front of Wang Teng and sneered sinisterly.
In fact, there are thirty players, four competition stages, and each competition stage only has seven or eight players. The chance of winning Wang Teng in the third draw is also very high.
"Really? Then I wish you good luck and see if you can draw me." Wang Teng smiled noncommittally.
"Huh!" Na Tian San stretched out his hand and pulled out a number plate from the wooden box. Suddenly, his face turned pale.
"No. 72 Tian San, to No. 99, Hei Kui." The presiding elder muttered, but his eyes looked at Tian San, whose expression changed drastically, full of sympathy.
"Hei Kui, it's Hei Kui, me, why am I so unlucky?" Tian San's voice became trembling. Facing Hei Kui, he was basically doomed and had no chance to become an entry-level disciple.
"Congratulations! I heard that Hei Kui is the most powerful general under Senior Brother Yunlong. You have to work hard." Wang Teng chuckled at Tian San, making his face look even more ugly.
Wang Teng quickly took out a number plate from the mahogany box with the number one hundred and two written on it.
"No. 102, haha, Wang Teng, Wang Teng, you are dead this time, and you have no chance to become an entry-level disciple." Tian San on the side looked pale when he saw the number plate in Wang Teng's hand.
A trace of blood suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had found some kind of comfort.
"No. 88 Wang Teng, to No. 102, Nie Wei." The presiding elder's voice sounded again, and his eyes also looked at Wang Teng, just like looking at Tian San, full of sympathy.
"Nie Wei, it's Nie Wei, haha! God has eyes! I was defeated by Nie Wei yesterday, and today it's Wang Teng's turn." Beside Lin Yuan, a third-level Taoist cultivator said excitedly.
He was also Lin Yuan's henchman and was not weak in strength. Unfortunately, he met Nie Wei and was defeated. Although Nie Wei was not as strong as Hei Kui and the others, he was still well-known among the outer sects.
"Luck, huh! It's impossible to rely on luck to become an entry-level disciple. That's what Wang Teng is like."
"Nie Wei is one of the masters who may become an entry-level disciple this time. With Wang Teng's little tricks, he will be defeated in a few times. Success belongs to those who have strength, not those who rely on luck." Some are jealous.
, the people who were envious of Wang Teng also felt refreshed in their hearts, and were gloating about his misfortune.
"Hmph! It's a waste of my energy to actually let me face off against this unknown guy. But it's okay. This way I can easily enter the top fifteen and become an entry-level disciple. It's a sure thing." On the competition stage.
In a corner, a two-meter-tall, very strong and burly cultivator smiled.
This cultivator's hair looks messy and slovenly, and he also has a sense of fierceness. At first glance, you can tell that he is a battle-hardened master, and he is Nie Wei.