There are a total of 180 groups in the competition for two people. According to the order, every three groups can compete at the same time.
This great battle can last for six days.
Ling Luo's face looked a little ugly. Her exam number was obviously relatively low, but she was placed in the first round.
It seems that the mastermind behind the scenes obviously did this on purpose, hoping that she would be eliminated as soon as possible and get out of the Holy Academy as soon as possible.
Three hundred candidates were arranged to sit in an open space on the west corner for easy admission at any time.
The senior brothers and sisters from the previous generation who competed with them were arranged to sit on an open space in the east corner.
The two sides faced off, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Suddenly, in the center of the open-air martial arts arena, a large golden light screen dozens of meters high suddenly flashed.
The cheers that filled the arena suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on the battle rankings on the light screen.
[Fu Dong, the second generation disciple of the Holy Fire Hall, fights against the new student Ling Luo]
[He Liangong, the third generation disciple of Shengjin Hall, fights against the new student Yang An]
[Xu He, the third generation disciple of Shengmu Hall, fights against the new student Shen Chang]
The entire auditorium of the Grand Martial Arts Arena was divided into six parts. The Shengjin Hall and the Shengdan Hall were the most full due to the large number of disciples.
The Holy Fire Hall has the smallest number of disciples, with a total of nine disciples. Now that Fu Dong is going down to fight, it looks even more pitiful.
There are already very few fire cultivators on Tianyuan Continent, and coupled with the existence of the Holy Pill Hall controlled by the Xiling Family, no one is willing to enter the declining Holy Fire Hall.
The remaining eight disciples of the Holy Fire Hall were all watching the battle very nervously. Their senior brother Fu Dong was forced to participate in the battle because he violated the sect's rules.
This is a very shameless thing for their Holy Fire Hall. If senior brother Fu Dong accidentally loses again, then the Holy Fire Hall will really be unable to hold its head high in front of the other five halls!
Ling Luo's face was extremely heavy. Xuanyuan Yangyue, who was sitting in the front row, turned around with a very proud smile on her face and said: "Hey, the most beautiful woman in the capital, your luck is really bad. I hope you Don't be too ugly when you lose later."
The words full of sarcasm floated out of this woman's mouth, appearing extremely acrimonious.
Ling Luo didn't even raise her eyelids, and she didn't even look at Xuanyuan Yangyue.
Arguing with such a dog-like thing will only lower your IQ.
Does she want to see herself make a fool of herself?
Then you won’t let the dog get what he wants!
Ling Luo stood up and walked slowly to the center of the Dawu Arena with light steps.
Opposite, a man about 27 or 28 years old walked towards Ling Luo.
Fu Dong was wearing a sky-blue robe from the Holy Academy, with a jade pendant of a second-generation disciple on his waist. There was a bright red mark between his eyebrows. His face was extremely resolute, his eyes were steady, and his eyes were clear.
Ling Luo was a little surprised.
She originally thought that the person she was fighting against would be a very evil person who had violated the sect's rules and had a very ferocious appearance. She never expected that this Fu Dong would have such upright eyes.
At this time, several shouts suddenly came from the stands of the Holy Fire Hall on the north side of the Great Martial Arena.
"Come on, Senior Brother!"
"Big Brother, we support you!"
"Elder brother, the junior brothers have been waiting for you to come back!"
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Ling Luo raised her eyebrows and her heart skipped a beat.