Chapter 906
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Wan Li Yu
The rules of the preliminary round are very simple, that is, drawing lots. Whether the opponent is strong or weak depends entirely on luck.
Drawing a weak person is naturally a lucky thing, but drawing a strong person is not so lucky. Because everyone only has one chance to fight! If you fail, you will be eliminated.
A total of 200 people participated in the preliminary round of Lightning Hall. The first draw will determine the top [-], and the second draw will determine the top [-].
After everyone had drawn lots, Deacon Ding's voice came again.
"Now please invite the disciples who have drawn numbers one to five to step onto the ring."
The arena is large enough to accommodate ten people fighting together. There are 200 disciples in the preliminary competition. Ten of them fight together, which saves more time than fighting with two people.
The rules of the battle are simple, defeat the opponent, or one party will voluntarily admit defeat!
"Look, Jiang Wuyuan is on stage!"
"Oh my god, who is so unlucky to be Jiang Wuwen's opponent in the first competition."
The crowd suddenly became noisy, because Jiang Wuwu had taken the lead on the ring, and they were already mourning Jiang Wuwu's opponent.
In the previous competition, even if Jiang Wuyue wanted to give in, he couldn't. Unless it was the final battle for the top ten, if Jiang Wuyue was in a good mood at that time, he could still give up. After all, the top ten will qualify for the finals. Jiang Wuyuan was ranked first in the preliminary round of Lightning Hall and was not very interested.
Soon, nine other people also stepped onto the ring.
Jiang Wuwu said domineeringly: "Whoever gets the number one should get out of the ring. I'm too lazy to take action."
After Jiang Wuwen finished speaking, a thin cultivator gave a wry smile and raised his hand: "It's me, Shuilincheng, for justice, but I won't admit defeat."
Obviously, this is the miserable young man who drew Zhongjiang Endless.
Although he is not Jiang Wuwu's opponent, he cannot lose without a fight. What if his ambition and courage can win the favor of Lightning Hall?
"Okay! You have the courage. But if I tell you to get out, you have to get out!"
roll!
Jiang Wuwen's voice kept floating, and his whole body suddenly released a terrifying aura. Under the influence of his momentum, his opponent knelt directly on the ground.
Afterwards, Jiang Wuwu just stamped his feet on the spot.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the cultivator's body flew directly off the ring.
Being knocked off the stage is also equivalent to failure.
Stomp your feet to defeat your opponent. This is the power of Jiang Wuwu. He stood on the stage, his eyes were like a dragon, and he seemed to be looking down on the world. After giving everyone a domineering look, Jiang Wuyuan walked off the stage.
"Jiang Wuwen, we love you. The number one spot this year will definitely be yours!"
In the audience, the nymphomaniacs who admired Jiang Wuwen shouted to the sky and immediately expressed their support for Jiang Wuwen.
"This Jiang Wuwu is so strong. Is Young Master his opponent?"
Fang Ling's voice came from the audience, and they had already lined up to come in.
Sima Han smiled and said: "You have to believe in the young master. As long as he takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done."
On the side, Meng Nichang just looked at Zhang Yifeng and said nothing, but it could still be seen from the hands she held that she was a little worried.
After all, this is a hidden door.
"It's boring."
On the ring, Jiang Wuwu shook his head, and then walked off the ring domineeringly. After he came down. The remaining eight people then started fighting.
"No. 30, He family in xx City, He Aili, [-] years old, please enlighten me!"
"No. 27, Hu Tiande, xx City, [-] years old, please enlighten me."
These contestants are much more polite to each other. They reported their names and ages. In addition to showing respect to their opponents, the other thing was to let Lightning Hall judge their potential based on their age.
It doesn't matter if your cultivation level is weak. As long as you are young and have potential, there is still hope of joining the Lightning Hall.
In short, in order to be in the top ten and to win the favor of Lightning Hall, everyone exerted [-]% of their fighting power. They all showed their most powerful side to Lightning Hall and thousands of viewers.
Because among these audiences are their friends, their relatives, and those expectant looks are their motivation!
Transform!
In the arena, the beastly spirit was flying.
All kinds of animal blood are amazing.
Those who came to compete were almost all beast cultivators. Those who had not awakened beast blood were not eligible to register. Zhang Yifeng was able to register only because of Jiang Wuyuan's words.
Time passed, about half an hour later.
The fourth group of people began to take the stage.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng also stepped onto the ring. His number is NO.20.
"I am No. 18, who is like me?"
On the ring, ten people said their numbers to each other, looking for their opponents.
Zhang Yifeng's opponent is a young man who is about 33-30 years old. In China, people in their [-]s are middle-aged, but in Yinmen, they are still young.
This young man looks very ordinary, but his cultivation is extraordinary. Unfortunately, he met Zhang Yifeng.
"Bailongcheng, Zhang Yifeng, 21."
"Liefeng City Xingjia, Xinglie, 35."
The two exchanged names and started fighting.
The man named Xinglie obviously did not underestimate his opponent. Even though Zhang Yifeng was 14 years younger than him, he immediately transformed into an animal.
The animal blood Xinglie got was the blood of a grizzly bear, and bear blood was considered a relatively powerful beast blood. It's more powerful than ordinary animal blood.
After his transformation, his body became extremely tall, like a mobile fortress. The palms turned into bear paws, which looked powerful, giving people the feeling that Zhang Yifeng could be scared to death with just one slap. And his aura is comparable to that of a late-stage Grandmaster!
"It's that kid."
At this moment, Deacon Ding saw Zhang Yifeng, and she still remembered this arrogant boy. After all, when this boy came to sign up, he arrogantly told her that he would be the first to decide.
"Huh? He didn't transform? Was he scared, or is he really not a beast cultivator?"
At first glance, Butler Ding frowned. This kid's opponent has transformed into a half-orc, and his violent aura stirred up gusts of wind. But Zhang Yifeng remained indifferent, even motionless! In his opinion, this kid was simply looking for death.
Ants are ants, so be defeated as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.
"Aren't you going to transform?"
In the ring, Xinglie's frowning voice came, but Zhang Yifeng didn't change his shape, making him feel that he was being slighted.
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "No, just attack."
"You are seeking death."
Xinglie's eyes turned cold, this kid is looking for death, so let him be killed.
Xinglie let out a low roar and launched an attack directly. His huge body started running, bringing with it gusts of wind. Then, he slapped Zhang Yifeng on the head.
Zhang Yifeng remained motionless, and the other party's slap fell on his forehead.
"It looks like this year's game will be dead from the start."
Deacon Ding shook his head. In her opinion, this boy was dead.
Fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are determined by fate.
Just when she was about to avert her eyes from seeing that cruel scene, her body suddenly trembled.
That kid moved.
Drawing a weak person is naturally a lucky thing, but drawing a strong person is not so lucky. Because everyone only has one chance to fight! If you fail, you will be eliminated.
A total of 200 people participated in the preliminary round of Lightning Hall. The first draw will determine the top [-], and the second draw will determine the top [-].
After everyone had drawn lots, Deacon Ding's voice came again.
"Now please invite the disciples who have drawn numbers one to five to step onto the ring."
The arena is large enough to accommodate ten people fighting together. There are 200 disciples in the preliminary competition. Ten of them fight together, which saves more time than fighting with two people.
The rules of the battle are simple, defeat the opponent, or one party will voluntarily admit defeat!
"Look, Jiang Wuyuan is on stage!"
"Oh my god, who is so unlucky to be Jiang Wuwen's opponent in the first competition."
The crowd suddenly became noisy, because Jiang Wuwu had taken the lead on the ring, and they were already mourning Jiang Wuwu's opponent.
In the previous competition, even if Jiang Wuyue wanted to give in, he couldn't. Unless it was the final battle for the top ten, if Jiang Wuyue was in a good mood at that time, he could still give up. After all, the top ten will qualify for the finals. Jiang Wuyuan was ranked first in the preliminary round of Lightning Hall and was not very interested.
Soon, nine other people also stepped onto the ring.
Jiang Wuwu said domineeringly: "Whoever gets the number one should get out of the ring. I'm too lazy to take action."
After Jiang Wuwen finished speaking, a thin cultivator gave a wry smile and raised his hand: "It's me, Shuilincheng, for justice, but I won't admit defeat."
Obviously, this is the miserable young man who drew Zhongjiang Endless.
Although he is not Jiang Wuwu's opponent, he cannot lose without a fight. What if his ambition and courage can win the favor of Lightning Hall?
"Okay! You have the courage. But if I tell you to get out, you have to get out!"
roll!
Jiang Wuwen's voice kept floating, and his whole body suddenly released a terrifying aura. Under the influence of his momentum, his opponent knelt directly on the ground.
Afterwards, Jiang Wuwu just stamped his feet on the spot.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the cultivator's body flew directly off the ring.
Being knocked off the stage is also equivalent to failure.
Stomp your feet to defeat your opponent. This is the power of Jiang Wuwu. He stood on the stage, his eyes were like a dragon, and he seemed to be looking down on the world. After giving everyone a domineering look, Jiang Wuyuan walked off the stage.
"Jiang Wuwen, we love you. The number one spot this year will definitely be yours!"
In the audience, the nymphomaniacs who admired Jiang Wuwen shouted to the sky and immediately expressed their support for Jiang Wuwen.
"This Jiang Wuwu is so strong. Is Young Master his opponent?"
Fang Ling's voice came from the audience, and they had already lined up to come in.
Sima Han smiled and said: "You have to believe in the young master. As long as he takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done."
On the side, Meng Nichang just looked at Zhang Yifeng and said nothing, but it could still be seen from the hands she held that she was a little worried.
After all, this is a hidden door.
"It's boring."
On the ring, Jiang Wuwu shook his head, and then walked off the ring domineeringly. After he came down. The remaining eight people then started fighting.
"No. 30, He family in xx City, He Aili, [-] years old, please enlighten me!"
"No. 27, Hu Tiande, xx City, [-] years old, please enlighten me."
These contestants are much more polite to each other. They reported their names and ages. In addition to showing respect to their opponents, the other thing was to let Lightning Hall judge their potential based on their age.
It doesn't matter if your cultivation level is weak. As long as you are young and have potential, there is still hope of joining the Lightning Hall.
In short, in order to be in the top ten and to win the favor of Lightning Hall, everyone exerted [-]% of their fighting power. They all showed their most powerful side to Lightning Hall and thousands of viewers.
Because among these audiences are their friends, their relatives, and those expectant looks are their motivation!
Transform!
In the arena, the beastly spirit was flying.
All kinds of animal blood are amazing.
Those who came to compete were almost all beast cultivators. Those who had not awakened beast blood were not eligible to register. Zhang Yifeng was able to register only because of Jiang Wuyuan's words.
Time passed, about half an hour later.
The fourth group of people began to take the stage.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng also stepped onto the ring. His number is NO.20.
"I am No. 18, who is like me?"
On the ring, ten people said their numbers to each other, looking for their opponents.
Zhang Yifeng's opponent is a young man who is about 33-30 years old. In China, people in their [-]s are middle-aged, but in Yinmen, they are still young.
This young man looks very ordinary, but his cultivation is extraordinary. Unfortunately, he met Zhang Yifeng.
"Bailongcheng, Zhang Yifeng, 21."
"Liefeng City Xingjia, Xinglie, 35."
The two exchanged names and started fighting.
The man named Xinglie obviously did not underestimate his opponent. Even though Zhang Yifeng was 14 years younger than him, he immediately transformed into an animal.
The animal blood Xinglie got was the blood of a grizzly bear, and bear blood was considered a relatively powerful beast blood. It's more powerful than ordinary animal blood.
After his transformation, his body became extremely tall, like a mobile fortress. The palms turned into bear paws, which looked powerful, giving people the feeling that Zhang Yifeng could be scared to death with just one slap. And his aura is comparable to that of a late-stage Grandmaster!
"It's that kid."
At this moment, Deacon Ding saw Zhang Yifeng, and she still remembered this arrogant boy. After all, when this boy came to sign up, he arrogantly told her that he would be the first to decide.
"Huh? He didn't transform? Was he scared, or is he really not a beast cultivator?"
At first glance, Butler Ding frowned. This kid's opponent has transformed into a half-orc, and his violent aura stirred up gusts of wind. But Zhang Yifeng remained indifferent, even motionless! In his opinion, this kid was simply looking for death.
Ants are ants, so be defeated as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.
"Aren't you going to transform?"
In the ring, Xinglie's frowning voice came, but Zhang Yifeng didn't change his shape, making him feel that he was being slighted.
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "No, just attack."
"You are seeking death."
Xinglie's eyes turned cold, this kid is looking for death, so let him be killed.
Xinglie let out a low roar and launched an attack directly. His huge body started running, bringing with it gusts of wind. Then, he slapped Zhang Yifeng on the head.
Zhang Yifeng remained motionless, and the other party's slap fell on his forehead.
"It looks like this year's game will be dead from the start."
Deacon Ding shook his head. In her opinion, this boy was dead.
Fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are determined by fate.
Just when she was about to avert her eyes from seeing that cruel scene, her body suddenly trembled.
That kid moved.
