"This is the preliminary round of this year's ranking competition, and the competition of the eleventh group is now over."
"Those who successfully advanced to the semi-finals include Chen Xinzhu and Pang Zhixing."
As the eleventh group of referees announced loudly, the "audiences" in the surrounding mountains and forests gave huge cheers.
Soon, the cheers slowly subsided, and the competition between the other groups continued in an orderly manner.
When Chen Xinzhu walked down from the competition arena and was about to find the "cider girl" to exchange for cider, the "audiences" in the surrounding mountains and forests suddenly burst into great enthusiasm.
"Holy crap, the super dark horse is here!"
"The top ten people on the list are overturned, awesome!"
"How can such a cute little girl be so powerful?!"
"That little girl seems to be from the Ming Cult, right? Do you know her?"
"I don't know, I've never heard of it at all."
"It's probably a trump card secretly cultivated by the Ming Cult, right?"
"It's just the preliminary round and it's so exciting. This year's competition for the top spot feels like it's going to be as high as the sky."
"This time is really not in vain."
"..."
Hearing these noisy discussions, Chen Xinzhu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Is the top ten on the list overturned?
Which one is so unlucky?
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu turned to look at the source of the commotion.
The tenth group of competition grounds.
Duan Ping stared blankly at the girl's back, his mind in confusion.
He was originally ambitious and prepared to compete for the top five in the rankings, but he actually lost in the preliminary round?
And he was defeated by a teenage girl??
Although he didn't want to believe it, Duan Ping knew very well that he had indeed failed, and he had failed completely...
Thinking of the girl's soft fist, Duan Ping's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
What is going on with that terrifying power?
"Why."
Duan Ping sighed, calmed down, turned around and walked out of the competition arena.
…
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu couldn't help but be a little surprised.
He was not surprised by Duan Ping's defeat, after all, he and Duan Ping didn't know each other.
What surprised him was that the person who defeated Duan Ping was actually the "cider girl" with whom he had a chance encounter.
"Interesting, I wonder if there will be a chance to compete in the future."
Chen Xinzhu, who had been planning to go to her in exchange for fruit wine, was not in a hurry now.
Since she defeated Duan Ping, she will definitely advance to the semi-finals, and it won't be too late to go find her in exchange for fruit wine.
As for now, Chen Xinzhu plans to take a look at the person who ranks first on the list.
He was a little curious.
However, one wave comes after another.
Within the basin, a huge commotion suddenly broke out.
"Holy crap, another super dark horse has appeared!"
"Another person in the top ten has fallen out of favor, which is really bad!"
"Niubi, another young dark horse!"
"I found that these young people on the list are very powerful. I wonder if the girl from the Duan family at the end has a chance to become a dark horse?"
"It's hard to say what a super dark horse is, but looking at her current record, she still has a great chance of advancing to the semi-finals."
"Looking at it this way, these young people are really awesome!"
"Terrible, awesome!"
"..."
Hearing these discussions, Chen Xinzhu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
"I remember, there seemed to be a young man in Senior Brother Meng's group who was a slut??"
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu quickly turned to look at the ninth group where Meng Huai was.
really……
In the ninth group, Meng Huai walked off the competition ground with a somewhat dull expression.
Having been promoted from an inner disciple of Huashan to a true disciple, and having inherited the Zixia magic technique, Meng Huai himself was extremely confident.
Although he has not yet mastered the Zixia Magic Skill, Meng Huai believes that his strength has improved by more than one and a half stars compared to the previous year.
In this competition for the top rankings, his goal is also to be in the top five.
But he didn't expect that he would lose one game in just the preliminary round.
"I'm really an embarrassment to the Huashan Sect..." Meng Huai tightly held the Ziyang Sword in his hand, feeling extremely bitter in his heart.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu, who was not far away, also sighed softly.
"Senior Brother Meng actually lost..."
Chen Xinzhu still recognized Meng Huai's strength. Among the Houtian realm warriors of the Huashan sect, Meng Huai was the second master after him.
Unexpectedly, I lost one game in the preliminary round...
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu paid enough attention to the somewhat coquettish young man in blue shirt.
"It seems that he is from the Murong family?"
"This year's competition for the top talent list is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu felt a little excited, it was the blood boiling for battle...
After glancing at Meng Huai, Chen Xinzhu did not go over to comfort him.
As the former inner disciple of the Huashan Sect, Meng Huai's mind is not that fragile, and Chen Xinzhu believes that he will be able to adjust quickly.
Now, just leave him alone.
…
Soon, another half an hour passed.
At this point, the preliminary rounds have ended.
In the mountains and forests, countless people in the world were discussing it heatedly.
"Hey, did you see that?"
"Which one?"
"The dark horse just now!"
"Those young people? They must have seen it."
"No, I am the white-haired swordsman from the Ming Dynasty."
"White-haired swordsman? Are you talking about Hiroko Jin? What happened to him?"
"Didn't you see it? He just defeated the thirteenth player on the rankings and successfully advanced to the semi-finals."
"Eh? I remember he was ranked 43rd on the list, right? The 43rd defeated the 13th... That's really a dark horse?"
"That's right, maybe he can also be in the top ten."
"It's hard to say. There are a lot of hidden dragons this year. It's hard to make a conclusion until the last minute."
"Yes, there is really a lot to see this year, and I feel my blood is boiling."
"Me too. How about, after the rematch is over, we can find a place to spar?"
"Okay, I'm happy to."
"Is this the tradition of competing for the top spot? Count me in."
"Fight? I like it. Add me."
"..."
When I mentioned the tradition of "watching the post-war competition" and competing for the top spot, many people became interested.
After watching the battles of these top players, they have gained something. A few games at this time will also help them confirm their gains.
It just so happens that masters from all over the world gather here, so you don't have to worry about finding an opponent to compete with.
This tradition is also one of the most anticipated aspects for these people in the world.
Of course, it's not time for them to compete yet.
The most important thing right now is to watch the upcoming rematch.
In the forest, Xue Jiang let out a long breath and said softly: "Although something unexpected happened, fortunately, Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Meng both successfully advanced to the semi-finals."
Hearing this, Zheng Ning nodded slightly.
"Senior Brother Chen, I think there will be no problem in the rematch, but Senior Brother Meng..."
Although Zheng Ning did not finish his words, both Yang Jianzhang and Xue Jiang understood what he meant.
Yang Jianzhang exhaled a long breath, looked at Meng Huai who looked extremely calm in the basin, and said softly.