"Participating disciples, holding the identity jade badges and ranking according to the vassal clans, come forward to receive the competition number badges!" The referee announced on the central stage.
Yun Yan took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous, helpless and desolate.
Standing up slowly, Yun Yan said goodbye to Su Yu and forced a smile: "I hope you can see your fiancée and say hello for me."
Feeling the sadness in Yun Yan's heart, Su Yu nodded: "After the competition, no matter what the result is, please wait a moment. I have something I want to give to you alone."
After being slightly stunned, Yun Yan tensed up, relaxed a little, pursed her lips, smiled, and left gracefully.
"Brother Su, it's our Li family's turn to draw the number plate." The three juniors from the Li family reminded Su Yu respectfully.
Su Yu entered the Liuxian Sect in the name of the Li family, so naturally he should receive the number plate with them.
Taking a breath, Su Yu stepped forward and got the number plate "111".
"The Top 100 Competition starts now. Three thousand people will be divided into 100 teams according to the number plates they receive. The number plates will be randomly assigned."
Su Yu is in the tenth group.
"The rules of the top 100 competition are a challenge within the group. Volunteers go to the ring and accept the challenge. If no one dares to fight, he will be the first in the group and advance to the top 100!"
What's slightly unfair about this rule is that it involves luck.
If there are extremely terrifying and powerful people in the group, such as the three outer sect kings, the rest of the powerful people will only suffer from hatred and will not be able to reach the top 100.
The advantage is that it saves a lot of time!
"The first group, the challenge begins!"
In the first group, all thirty people are preparing to prepare for the battle.
Whoosh——
A young man with an arrogant expression flew across the ring, with a smile on his lips, cupping his fists and saying: "Everyone, if there is anyone who dissatisfied with me, Ling Feng, you can come forward and fight..."
Ling Feng, the peak first-order Saint King! Among the outer sects, he is second only to the three heavenly kings and ranks among the top ten.
He is naturally qualified to defend the ring.
However, after he finished speaking, there was silence in the audience, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes.
Ling Feng felt a chill in his heart and looked at his group again.
Suddenly, a figure made him tremble with fear, and his face was as gray as paper.
"The first king of the outer sect, Zhao Wuxie!!"
Behind the crowd, a young man in his twenties, wearing a simple green shirt and an ordinary face, sat cross-legged in a low-key and silent manner.
The temperament is peaceful and gives people a sense of intimacy.
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhao Wuxie smiled calmly: "This is a rare opportunity. You guys learn from each other. I will come on stage later."
Ling Feng looked pale and was silent for a moment. He bowed his hands and walked down the stage slumped: "I abstain."
In front of the First Heavenly King, Ling Feng had no fighting spirit at all.
The peak second-level holy king was completely different from him. Ling Feng could not move a finger of his even with all his strength.
The ring was silent for a moment, but no one came up again, all showing expressions of helplessness, bitterness, and sadness.
After finally waiting for the annual meteor competition, we encountered Zhao Wuxie!
After a moment of silence, Zhao Wuxie sighed and slowly walked onto the ring: "Is there anyone willing to fight with me, Zhao Wuxie?"
Twenty-nine people all lowered their heads.
All three thousand people in the audience lowered their heads.
In Zhao Wuxie's eyes, the look of disappointment flashed away, and a wisp of invincible loneliness lingered around him.
Among the outer gates, he is the lonely king.
Although there are many three thousand people, there is no enemy that can be defeated.
During the referee's announcement, Zhao Wuxie walked down the ring lonely.
The first group competition ended faster than expected.
Zhao Wuxie, the first heavenly king of the outer sect, the supreme king who is looked up to by three thousand people, is also the outer sect disciple who has the greatest hope of qualifying for the inner sect within a hundred years.
The next few competitions took half an hour each, and everyone had their own battles.
Until the fifth game.
In the fifth group, one person jumped out first: "Is there anyone who can challenge me, Zhao Longyang?"
He is about 20 years old, dressed in tight black clothes, with dark complexion and rough face, which gives people a vague aura.
His cultivation level has reached the terrifying second-level Dacheng Saint King!
He is none other than the second king of the outer sect, Zhao Longyang!
The grin at this moment was a bit sinister.
There was silence under the stage, and everyone in the group had a look of apprehension, even a hint of fear.
They were in awe of Zhao Wuxie and fearful of Zhao Longyang.
Because Zhao Longyang's attacks were quite ruthless, anyone who fought with him would be seriously injured more or less.
As a result, no one responded.
"A bunch of trash." Zhao Longyang smiled contemptuously and walked off the ring.
The referee declared Zhao Longyang the winner.
Another battle ended very quickly.
Take the next one.
An eighteen-year-old boy with a tall figure and an aloof look jumped onto the ring.
He is handsome and cold, standing with his arms folded, his eyes as cold as frost, giving people a chilling feeling.
His cultivation level has reached the terrifying Xiaocheng second-level Holy King!
This person is none other than the Third Heavenly King of the Outer Sect, Jiang Ming.
"Is there anyone who can fight with me?"
Under the ring, an unlucky peak first-order holy king came on stage.
"Zhao Lin, I am willing to fight with you." Zhao Lin is a rare female outer sect strongman.
After jumping onto the ring, take action immediately.
"Golden Flower Finger!" Zhao Linyu tapped her hand lightly, and five points of golden light shone on the entire audience, making it very dazzling.
Many viewers closed their eyes.
Zhao Lin was hiding in the golden light, making it difficult to distinguish her figure.
Whoosh——
Suddenly, a plain hand suddenly came out from the golden light and struck Jiang Ming's body.
At this time, Jiang Ming was unable to open his eyes under the glare of the golden light.
This palm was silent and Jiang Ming was unable to guard against it.
However!
ah--
A scream and scream came from within the golden light.
Zhao Lin's delicate body seemed to fly upside down after being electrocuted.
I saw Jiang Ming's shoulder slowly retracting.
Just now, Jiang Ming knocked Zhao Lin away with just a shake of his shoulders.
"How dare you display your ugliness even though you are a trivial person?" Jiang Ming opened his eyes lightly and said coldly and arrogantly.
"Who else?" Jiang Ming scanned the audience, but no one continued to fight.
Another fast battle.
The many group battles that followed were remarkable, but far from as stunning as the current one.
Even if Su Yu is in the tenth battle.
Except for Su Yu, there is no Saint King in this group!
Flying across the arena, Su Yu released a trace of the Holy King's aura and looked around the twenty-nine people: "If there is a challenger, please fight as soon as possible and fight quickly!"
He can't wait to fight the strongest person in the meteor, enter the inner gate, and take Xian'er away!
Hmm? The outer disciples in front of the arena were all strangers, and no one knew this fourteen-year-old first-order holy king.
"I, Liu Bao, will give it a try." A half-step holy king jumped onto the ring.
He is about twenty-five years old, with a fierce expression and full of evil spirit.
"Liu Bao? It is said that he has challenged the first-order Holy King and never failed. He has been hunting in the mountains all year round and has rich experience in actual combat. Many people who have just joined the Holy King find it difficult to deal with him."
Licking his lips slightly, Liu Bao secretly thought that if he could defeat this little holy king, even if it was difficult to reach the top nine, if he could enter the top 100 in such an amazing way, he would definitely become famous.
"Drink!" As the name suggests, Liubao's moves are concise, crisp, fast and fierce.
In the blink of an eye, a punch hit Su Yu's face.
Seeing that Su Yu's movements were so slow, he was overjoyed. He was indeed a junior who had never experienced actual combat and had improved with drugs.
However, Liu Bao's punch made it difficult to go down.
Because a trace of Su Yu's silver hair floated over and lightly touched his fist, his fist instantly condensed into ice, then spread all over his body and turned into an ice sculpture.
From beginning to end, Su Yu never made a move.
"Are there any others?" Su Yu glanced at the remaining twenty-eight people indifferently.
Under the ring, there was silence, the Holy King was indeed powerful!
In this group, Su Yu has no doubts about advancing to the top 100.
The few who noticed this battle were envious and jealous, especially the defeated peak first-order holy kings, who were even more angry: "What's so great about relying on luck? If it were me, why worry about not being able to kill the top 100?"
Although Su Yu ended the battle quickly, he was not surprised, but rather despised.
The next twenty battles were uneventful.
On the contrary, several people with better luck appeared, which made the audience feel resentful.
Wu Pangyun's opponent only had a small-scale first-level holy king, and he was defeated easily.
Yun Yan was in a similar situation to Su Yu. There was no Saint King in the group.
The top 100 contestants are competing, headed by the three kings, and three unfamiliar rookies with great luck are also the focus of attention.
"The top ten competition begins now! A total of one hundred and two people will be randomly divided into nine groups. The strongest person in each group will advance!"
"The format of the competition is a two-elimination system! Everyone is qualified to defeat twice. If you lose once, you can continue to challenge once. If you lose both times, you will be eliminated on the spot!"
Although this method is slightly time-consuming, it is relatively fair.
Those who had followed Su Yu, their eyes lit up, and the corners of their mouths were filled with amusement: "It seems that Su Yu and that Wu Pang Yun have used all their luck, and they are actually assigned to a group with Jiang Ming, the Three Heavenly Kings."
"Haha... That's good. How can a group of people with greater luck be qualified to win the honor of being among the top 100? Only by kicking them out as soon as possible can the level and specifications of the Meteorite Competition be revealed. Not just any cat or dog can become famous at will."
On the stage.
"The first battle, Jiang Ming versus Wu Pangyun!" The referee will arrange the competition from high to low based on the players' cultivation levels.
Hearing this, many viewers couldn't help but feel happy. It started with the king versus the lucky rookie, which was interesting!
Wu Pangyun swallowed hard and secretly thought that it was bad luck. He thought he could still make it to the top nine, but among the top 100, he encountered the three kings!
Jiang Ming stood with his arms folded, his eyes indifferent, and he said arrogantly: "Take action! Your good luck has been exhausted!"
Gritting his teeth, Wu Pangyun suddenly took action!
"Moon-Breaking Palm!!" The divine skills were perfected, infused with all the aura of the Dacheng first-order holy king, which was extremely terrifying.
Jiang Ming stood still, his eyes indifferent, and his eyes did not reflect Wu Pangyun's figure at all.
His eyes at this moment are very subtle, and they perfectly explain what it means to be arrogant!
Boom——
Wu Pangyun's palm struck Jiang Ming's chest with a bang!
However, Wu Pang Yun was like shaking a huge boulder!
puff--
The infinite force of the shock shook his internal organs and caused him to vomit blood on the spot!
"Wupang Yun, defeated!" the referee announced coldly.
There was a lot of teasing in the audience.
"Have you finally revealed your true colors? Zhao Lin was knocked away. He was stupid enough to bombard her a few times. It would be strange if he didn't vomit blood!"
Wu Pangyun was so ashamed that he could not bear the sound of teasing.
"The second battle, Jiang Ming versus Su Yu!"
When he came off the stage, Su Yu passed by him and walked up to the ring.
Because he was too sensitive and there was a gap between the two of them, Wu Pangyun always felt that Su Yu showed a mocking look when he passed by him.
"Su Yu!" He shouted in shame, Wu Pangyun stopped and stared at Su Yu's back.
Su Yu turned back calmly: "What's the matter?"
Seeing Wu Pangyun's glare, I felt confused in my heart.
Where did he provoke Wu Pangyun?
"You surnamed Su, don't be complacent! You and I are equally powerful, but I was defeated, how can you be any better? If you humiliate me now, aren't you afraid of being humiliated later?" Wu Pangyun said angrily.
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood Wu Pangyun's mentality at the moment.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a mocking arc: "Trash!"
"If you want my ridicule, you can do it." Su Yu looked helpless, turned around and walked onto the ring.
"You!!" Wu Pangyun's face turned green and red.
"Okay! Let me see how you end up later!"
Jiang Ming stood proudly, his eyes still filled with defiance, and there was no trace of Su Yu.
"Another junior with great luck..." Jiang Ming sighed softly, feeling helpless and shameless.
"You are not worthy of fighting with me, but this is an arena, so Jiang has no choice but to do it!" A trace of deep disgust condensed on his face: "So! Take action! Fight quickly!"
It seemed that even being in the same arena with someone like Su Yu who relied on luck would make him feel disgusted.
"A quick victory? Okay! That's what Su has in mind!" Su Yu's eyes were flat: "So, please take action, otherwise, you won't even have a chance to take action!"
There are three updates today, and one more at twelve o'clock.