For half an hour, the crowd quickly fell silent after the commotion.
Everyone is adjusting their own state in order to achieve the best during the battle.
What's more, they sit cross-legged on the ground and close their eyes to fall asleep.
Half an hour, for everyone, is faster than closing and opening their eyes.
"Time's up."
As the voice of an elder rang out, everyone cheered up and stood ready.
The ten arenas are like ten battlefields, and the golden light shield sets off an unspeakable killing force.
"Start grouping now."
Elder Lei walked out and looked at the crowd, and the sound was like a bell, ringing in everyone's ears: "The first group, Lin Xiao, Li Ze, Yang Zhanping, Qilian Flying Eagle..."
There were only ten people in the first group.
Ten people walked out and stepped onto the first arena.
Chen Ling looked at these ten people. There was only one Half-Saint among the ten, and this Half-Saint was not very strong.
Is this first group too weak?
He frowned slightly.
"The second group, Chen Yan, Pang Fei..."
"The third group, Ai Hongwen, Wang Lei, Zhou Sheng..."
"The fourth group, Huo Xingchen, Chu Yunzhuo, Feng Xingmu..."
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"The ninth group, Bai Yishan, Nangong Mei, Pei Yu, Wen Lanqi..."
"The tenth group, Zhou Ying, Tang Zhan, Chen Ling..."
"Here I go, how are they grouped? The first to fifth groups are too weak, aren't they? The latter group is stronger than the other group."
"It's over. I'm in the seventh group, four half-saints."
"It's even worse for me. The tenth group has fourteen people. The largest group has eight semi-holy feet."
"Haha, I'm actually in the second group, that's great."
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"Zhou Ying, Tang Zhan, Du Minghua, Qiu Jian...hiss, eight half-saints, Tang Zhan, Qiu Jian and Yang Yunting, these three guys can be said to be in the top ten in terms of strength, and they all gathered together A group has arrived.”
Chen Ling's face looked ugly, and he vaguely thought of something.
The people in the tenth group all looked gloomy at this moment.
He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Ding. The old man was smiling, and when he looked there, his eyes met his.
Jiang Ding showed a sly smile.
Chen Ling's heart trembled.
It was definitely intentional, and the tenth group was deliberately arranged like this.
Once he fails, he will directly lose the qualification to enter the top ten. Chen Ling can imagine how crazy the others will be in order to compete for this qualification.
"It's a fierce battle to get first place."
At this time, what made him most uncomfortable was the rule of melee.
"Damn it."
At this moment, he really wanted to find out the guy who came up with this idea and beat him up.
Too insidious.
"The tenth group, the group of death, I didn't expect that the grouping was actually manipulated."
"Eight Half-Saints, fourteen people. Tang Zhan, who is most promising to compete for the first place, is also there. Qiu Jian and Yang Yunting are not much weaker than Tang Zhan. The others, Zhou Ying and Du Minghua, are waiting for the Half-Saints. The strength is not weak either.”
"There is also Chen Ling. I estimate that Chen Ling's strength is on par with Tang Zhan, and even if not better, it is comparable to Qiu Jian and Yang Yunting."
"The tenth group is about to explode. What on earth do the old guys in the palace want to do? This is a bit too crazy."
Many old people were shocked.
The tenth group is so strong that it is almost a death group, while the other nine groups are too weak in comparison.
It's completely different from the previous melee style.
Such a combination was still a melee, and all the old people were sighing.
A lot of people are going to be unlucky.
Yang Xuan looked extremely ugly.
He had a vague feeling that someone in the palace should be targeting someone.
And that person is most likely Chen Ling.
Now let alone competing for first place, even qualifying for the top ten is very difficult.
"Fortunately, junior brother is not without a chance. Except for resisting Jiang Li's three moves, which is a little surprising, most people still don't know the strength of junior brother." Yang Xuan comforted himself, but to be honest, even he himself was not very good.
Understand Chen Ling’s true fighting ability.
Everyone stepped onto the ring, extremely wary of each other.
Group 10.
The fourteen people watched with eager eyes and were extremely vigilant.
Even though he was as strong as Tang Zhan, his expression was as solemn as ever at this moment.
Zhou Ying's face was gloomy, and he stared at Chen Ling with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He knew his own strength, especially if he was assigned to such a group, and it was basically hopeless to compete for qualifications.
So he was prepared before starting. If he met Chen Ling in a group, he would eliminate this guy first no matter what.
Chen Ling looked stern, his biggest enemies were Tang Zhan, Qiu Jian and Yang Yunting.
But the rules are for melee combat, and the most fearful thing is to be targeted as soon as you start. It is really difficult to defeat a dead hand with both fists, which is extremely unlucky.
Hope the luck is not so bad.
Praying secretly, Chen Ling scanned everyone vigilantly, the power inside his body rolling and ready to go.
At this time, everyone on the ten arenas were all far apart and wary of each other.
A powerful aura is brewing in his body, ready to go.
The four elders stood in the middle of the ten arenas with solemn expressions.
At a certain moment, Jiang Ding narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of light emerged from his cloudy eyes, and suddenly shouted: "The ring battle begins now."
boom!
On the ten arenas, as soon as the sound fell, everyone started fighting ferociously, jumping up and pounced on the people around them immediately.
"Deal with the weakest one first." Tang Zhan shouted loudly and pounced directly on one person.
Chen Ling's figure began to retreat at the first moment.
He doesn't plan to take the initiative.
The moment he retreated, Zhou Ying suddenly attacked.
"Chen Ling, you will not enter the top ten today no matter what." Zhou Ying shouted ferociously, with majestic power rolling in.
At the same time, there was another person next to him. When Zhou Ying attacked, he also surrounded Chen Ling from another floor.
"Blow him out first."
Zhou Ying sneered.
"Yun Canghai." Chen Ling's pupils shrank. The other person was Yun Canghai, who was also a Half-Saint. Looking at the situation, it was obvious that he was with Zhou Ying.
"Hmph, I'll deal with you two first." Chen Ling's eyes turned cold and he punched Zhou Ying roughly and harshly.
Bang!
Zhou Ying's expression changed dramatically and he staggered back.
"How is that possible?"
The clouds are coming from the sea, and the wind is biting and howling like thunder.
Chen Ling seemed to have eyes in his back, without looking back, his elbows were filled with surging Qi, and he swung back hard, and a golden torrent burst out.
His figure struck Zhou Ying like lightning.
"Damn."
Zhou Ying's pupils tightened. He did not expect that Chen Ling's strength would become so terrifying after breaking through to the Half-Saint. The power of a punch even made him feel frightened.
As he gritted his teeth, a flash of madness flashed across his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, a pill stored in his dantian suddenly burst open, and terrifying power swept through his limbs and bones.
Zhou Ying's aura suddenly rose.
Chen Ling was startled, his attack was swift and swift, and the Mangniu Fist came out devastatingly.
"Reverse mirror."
Zhou Ying clasped his hands together, the ancient mirror appeared, and the vortex was like a black hole.
boom!
A terrifying punch struck, and the ancient mirror trembled, but it firmly absorbed all the power of the punch. The ancient mirror burst into glory, making a buzzing sound in Zhou Ying's ferocious face.
"You have suffered a loss in my hands, don't you know how to remember it?" Chen Ling smiled coldly, and the blood in his fist suddenly burst out.