The three spiritual cultivators from Shanji University raised their heads, looked at the arena full of lights, sighed helplessly, and returned angrily. They knew that after this competition, they would have no chance at the next competition.
Although the three of them had already prepared themselves mentally, when they actually heard that they had lost the game, they still felt a little uncomfortable.
With a hint of loss and melancholy, the trio returned to the special auditorium of Shanji University.
On the other hand, looking at the three victorious spiritual cultivators from Pheasant University on the stage, they were all shining brightly and had smiles on their faces.
They raised their arms and responded to the audience who had been shouting the name of their Pheasant University.
One of the spiritual cultivators at Pheasant University even burst into tears and was so excited that he was a little overwhelmed.
"I didn't expect that our Pheasant University would have so many viewers who would like us. I'm really touched..."
Another fellow spiritual cultivator patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't cry. We have successfully advanced to the top 12 now and have so much audience support. Although I also want to cry, we must do it."
The best of Pheasant University is shown to everyone!”
A young lady who was in charge of presiding over the ring after the game walked up to the 12th ring. She held a microphone in her hand, smiled and asked the three spiritual cultivators from the victorious Pheasant University:
"I would like to ask the three spiritual cultivators from our Pheasant University, how do you feel now about your difficulty in defeating Pheasant University and successfully advancing to the top 12?"
This pheasant spiritual cultivator took the microphone handed over by the hostess, looked at the vast audience below the stage, and the hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.
"I... thank you all for your support. I believe our Pheasant University is the strongest!!"
"Wow——"
For a moment, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.
Eggs, vegetables, bricks, stones, and bitten apples flew towards the ring like locusts.
"Go away! You're such a fucking bad guy, why are you participating in any competition? Even if I hit you with my feet, I'm better than you!"
"This is the most uncomfortable spiritual cultivator competition I have ever seen. Whether it's a pheasant or a pheasant, as long as it's in the university with the word "chicken" in it, it's all rubbish!"
"It's still the strongest. A rubbish team that relies on sneak attacks to win, actually wants to be the first? I'm really amused."
The entire Arena No. 12 instantly turned into a garbage dump. The three spiritual cultivators from Pheasant University were instantly drowned by the objects thrown by the audience and turned into three tall little bulges.
I only pity the innocent hostess. She was just doing the interview according to the normal work procedures. Although she was rescued by the organizer's staff in time, a stinky egg still hit her in the face.
Lin Yi was sitting on the seat in the special auditorium of Fudu University, looking at the picture like falling rain in front of him, he was really speechless.
In fact, Lin Yi had been paying attention to the game between Pheasant University vs. Pheasant University from the beginning. At the beginning of the game, although the battle between them did not look as good as other arenas, with the various gorgeous aura combat skills
With the blessing, I can barely look at it.
But who would have known that as soon as the spiritual energy in the bodies of the six contestants from Pheasant University and Pheasant University was used up, they would start to let themselves go, showing all kinds of incompetent rage and all kinds of cheap fighting techniques. This really made Lin Yi
There were several times when I couldn't help but want to trigger the formation on the 12th stage and teach the six of them a lesson.
And judging from their fighting style, teamwork, and personal strength, even if they successfully advance to the top 12 of the student group of the China National Spiritual Cultivator Competition, they will just be given food and abused.
But if they are unlucky enough to meet Wang Geng's group, Lin Yi will definitely ask Wang Geng to teach them a good lesson at Pheasant University.
The three spiritual cultivators from Pheasant University left the No. 12 arena dejectedly. As the winner of this competition, these three spiritual cultivators played an indispensable role in making the Xiuling University hated by hundreds of thousands of viewers. Maybe they will wait for them.
Returning to the special auditorium of Pheasant University, what awaited them was not the enthusiastic audience of the person in charge, but also the heavy brick in their hands.
With the farce between Pheasant University and Pheasant University over, no one paid much attention to the other match between Modou University and Futou University in Arena No. 1.
When the three spiritual cultivators from Pheasant University had just left Arena No. 12, at the same time, the battle on Arena No. 1 on the other side also ended.
There is only the picture of Arena No. 1 on the big screen, but now the picture is blank, nothing can be seen clearly, nothing can be seen.
Lin Yi frowned. Just now, his eyes were all looking at Arena No. 12. He really had no idea who won and who lost in Arena No. 1 just now.
After all, based on what he had just watched, the battle between the spiritual cultivators from the Demon City University and Han Paopao's group showed that the strength of both of them was almost the same. Each had its own strengths and weaknesses. It was almost a 50-50 split. Even Lin Yi
I haven’t seen the end, and I’m not sure enough to deduce who will be the final winner.
I saw a flash of blank light on Arena No. 1, and the secondary defensive formation disappeared.
Lin Yi's eyes were fixed on the center of Arena No. 1. The remaining white light still made it impossible for him to see clearly who would stand in the center of Arena No. 1.
Who will win this game?
Are you a spiritual cultivator from Modu University?
Or the Han Paopao trio from Futo University?
All the members present in the special auditorium of Futo University, as well as all the spiritual cultivators in the auditorium of Modou University in the back seats of Futo University, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
"Ding dong!" The familiar mechanical voice sounded again.
"Congratulations to Modu University..."
Before the mechanical voice could finish speaking, a group of spiritual cultivators from Shanghai University jumped up from their seats in excitement.
"Haha, great! Sure enough, our Shanghai University won!"
"I said there was no way we could lose. Zhihao and the others were indeed not disappointed. How could our majestic Demon City University lose to a second-rate Xiuling University?"
"Haha, what can you do if you have an array master? After all, he is not a super-powerful person, and his background is completely incomparable to that of our Magic City University."
Listening to the loud cynicism from the people at Modou University, the hearts of everyone at Fudu University sank to the bottom.
Zhang Guang took a deep breath, tried to calm down, smiled reluctantly, and said to the gloomy people around him:
"Everyone, relax and ignore them. The strength of our Fudu University is not as good as that of Modu University. There is nothing to be disappointed about."
At this time, the mechanical sound sounded again.
"Congratulations to Modou University and Fudu University for successfully advancing to the next round!"