Anyone who enters the top ten will at least be qualified to stay in the Land of Enlightenment for a month. Therefore, at this time, pairs of scorching eyes from far and near are all focused on the ten figures in the square.
Although it may be a bit exaggerated that one day in the place of enlightenment can take one year in the outside world, it undoubtedly shows that the place of enlightenment is not simple and cannot be compared to the outside world.
It is said that this place of enlightenment was built by the three divine masters of the human race. The 'Tao' existing in it is a thousand times clearer than the outside world, so it has such an almost heaven-defying effect.
At this time, these ten people are all qualified to enter the place of enlightenment, and if they get the first place, they can stay for a year.
One year can change a lot of things. Once upon a time, there was a new person who was promoted to the first place. One year later, he was promoted from the second level of Mortal Saint to the sixth level of Mortal Saint. Such a speed is not terrible. It is enough to see that this
The place of enlightenment is definitely a sacred land for cultivating Taoism, and this year, it can also allow the newly promoted No. 1 to open a long distance between them at the same level.
"The top ten have been produced, and now they are entering the finals."
The old man with gray hair and boyish face glanced at the whole place and spoke again.
In the finals, lots will be drawn to determine the opponent. Each player will play one game. After the top five are determined, another person will be drawn by lot. Three versus three will still be played in the form of a draw. The winner will advance to the top three.
The top three will fight twice and win two games to be crowned the champion.
"Kid, wake up."
Feng Hao, who was immersed in constant drills, was rudely woken up by Mr. Fen.
"how."
He opened his eyes, and there was a blank look in them. When he took a closer look, he found that the arena was empty, and Yan Qing and others were standing in front of a cardboard box under the high platform, holding a paper ball in their hands.
, and they all looked at themselves in surprise.
"Well……"
Feng Hao's face froze, and then he reacted. He moved his feet and appeared in front of the carton. He reached into the carton, touched it, and found that there was only one paper ball, so he took it out directly.
"Number nine."
When he opened the ball of paper and took a look, he found that there were two words written on the ball of paper.
"Brother Hao, what's your number?"
Yan Qing and Qiong Ling'er both leaned over.
"Here."
Feng Hao directly handed the paper to them to read.
"No. 9, okay, okay, you didn't bump into me."
After reading it, Qiong Ling'er gently patted her tall chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Her cute appearance made Feng Hao carefully protect her, as if no one was allowed to see her charming side.
Same.
On the side, Yan Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it's not Feng Hao, she has the confidence to fight no matter who it is.
"Brother Hao, what happened to you just now."
Qiong Ling'er shyly pushed him away, her pretty face flushed, raised her head, and asked him.
"Oh, it's a little something."
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curved slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Just now, he concentrated on practicing the Huankong Tianjie Technique. Although he has not yet used it in practice, when he practiced it in his mind, he could already perform it initially.
"The drawing is over, let me tell you the rules now."
After the white-haired and childlike old man glanced at Feng Hao, he began to talk about the rules in detail, "Odd numbers versus even numbers, number one versus number two, number three versus number four, and so on..."
"Now, No. 1 and No. 2 come on stage."
"Swish, swish."
As his words fell, Leng Yusen and Leng Heng rushed onto the stage.
Immediately, when he saw Leng Yusen, Leng Heng's face turned pale. In the end, the two of them didn't even fight. Leng Heng just gave up and stood there in defeat without saying a word.
He is the Nine Nether Divine Body, which is very extraordinary, but there is no way he can be the opponent of the supreme Pluto body in front of him.
Therefore, he was very happy and admitted defeat directly, not wanting to offend Leng Yusen.
Then, there are numbers three and four.
Number three is Qiong Linger, and the other person is from Shura Mansion.
"Be careful, and if it doesn't work, admit defeat."
Feng Hao explained to her carefully, for fear that she would be hurt.
"I know Brother Hao, don't worry."
Qiong Ling'er smiled sweetly, and like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, her clothes flew into the ring, leaving behind a stunning figure.
Both of them are at the first level of Mortal Saints, and that person's blood power is extraordinary. Once he uses it, the entire arena is enveloped in blood light, like a sea of blood, filled with evil energy. Naturally, Qiong Ling'er is not to be outdone, and uses all his strength to arouse the energy of heaven and earth. The power of the spirit, blessing oneself, and suppressing the opponent, turned out to be vaguely equal.
…
"call,……"
Seeing that Qiong Ling'er was able to cope with it, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief and focused on two tasks, rehearsing in his mind while keeping his eyes open to watch the changes on the ring.
There is no doubt that Qiong Ling'er's ability to be so strong and respond with maturity is the result of Liu Canyan's training.
He suddenly realized that choosing this mentor was indeed the right choice.
However, Qiong Ling'er was still defeated. This was because the people from Shura Mansion kept their hands in everything, and she only lasted for nearly half an hour.
After all, although Jiutian Xuanling's body is powerful, it is not good at attacking. Although her attack ability is extraordinary, the students of Shura Mansion are no less powerful than Leng Heng, who is Jiuyou Divine Body, so they can naturally defeat her.
"Brother Hao..."
Qiong Ling'er walked over with a depressed face.
"Okay, okay."
Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Hao didn't want to be too affectionate. He just comforted him a few words, cupped his hands to the Shura Mansion student who came down, and said, "Thank you for your mercy, brother."
"Um."
The Shura Mansion student was startled, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he cupped his hands and returned to his camp without saying a word.
"No. 5, come on No. 6."
The face of the old man with gray hair and boyish face did not change, as if he already knew the result, he spoke out again.
Number five is reincarnation, number six...is an afterimage.
This was an extremely thrilling battle. In the ring, there were only afterimages standing there, but there was no trace of reincarnation.
He has turned into a breeze and merged into the air, formless and colorless, and even without any fluctuations. Even if the afterimage flooded the entire arena with blood energy, there was not the slightest movement in the blood energy. Just like, reincarnation is no longer in the arena.
The advantage of the Killing God Mansion was clearly revealed, and everyone was shocked. It was impossible to guard against such a killing technique.
In fact, if you think about it, this is very unfair to Samsara, and even to the few people in the Killing God Mansion.
If it were in the outside world, those people from the Killing God Palace would definitely have a chance to turn against them and win, but the arena restricted them, and besides, this was not considered a sneak attack.
[It’s six o’clock, I’m a loser, I coded a chapter in six hours, alas, I apologize,]
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