Chapter 922: Start of semifinals

Zihuang laughed and said, "Brother Zhang is not even afraid of corpse beasts. Compared with me, I am afraid that he will give more."

Zilan said in surprise: "Is it so powerful?"

"How can the people I make friends with be ordinary? By the way, Brother Zhang, what about the Taoist brother?"

Zihuang still remembered Jia Youde, in his eyes, that wretched Taoist priest was also hidden.

"I don't know, I'm not with him. Brother Zihuang also came to participate in the competition?" Zhang Yifeng frowned, Zihuang couldn't see through, and intuitively told him that Zihuang should be very powerful.

Before Zihuang spoke, Zilan hummed: "My third brother even refused the invitation of that sect. How can he care about the little talent contest. My third brother is second in talent, and there is no hidden door. Who dares to claim to be number one! Shi Feiyan of the Shi family is not qualified."

"Shi Feiyan..."

Zhang Yifeng's body trembled, Shi Feiyan had a few fate with him, and he also had some fear in his heart for this woman riding a flying magic weapon. Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyan's talent is not as good as Zihuang. Moreover, what kind of school is the school in Zilan's mouth?

Hidden door, are there any hidden existences that he doesn't know?

"Sister, don't praise your third brother, at least don't say that in front of Brother Zhang. As for Brother Zhang, you seem to be a lot stronger if you haven't seen him for a while.

Zihuang's eyes have been staring at Zhang Yifeng. If you look closely, you will find that his eyes are pale purple. It looks weird.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "It has indeed improved a bit."

Zihuang laughed: "Brother Zhang, then I wish you first place. The rematch is about to start, and I won't bother you. Brother and sister, you should also adjust your breath. I will show you in the stands later. Come on"

Zihuang's words fell, and he had turned to the stand.

The two brothers Zi Rui also bid farewell to Zhang Yifeng and returned to their team.

Soon, the morning sun rose, and the first ten people at the entrance of the Eighth Hall arrived.

The rematch is about to begin.

At this moment, an old man walked up the ring.

"It's time. There are 80 disciples participating in the semi-finals this time. As usual, the semi-finals will be held for three days. Your opponents will all be decided by drawing lots. Good luck."

The old man's voice was hoarse and vague, but it was full of awe-inspiring smell. His cultivation is definitely not weak.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a box appeared in the center of the ring, filled with bamboo sticks, a full 80 pieces.

The rules of the semi-finals are different from the preliminary rounds, and the semi-finals will be held for three days.

On the first day, the top ten are divided.

On the second day, the top five were divided.

On the third day, the top three were decided.

The purpose of this is to allow the contestants to have enough time to rest, and the other is to collect money! After all, you have to buy a new ticket every time.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng came to the box and randomly drew out a lottery with the words forty engraved on it. In other words, he was the last to fight.

Originally, Zhang Yifeng thought that the rules of the semi-final match were the same as the preliminary round, which was a competition of ten men and ten men.

But in fact, he was wrong. In the big ring, he had already drawn a circle.

Each circle is about two meters.

The number is written on the circle, from one to forty, that is to say, eighty people fight together, and in one breath, the first forty must be decided!

Sure enough, the elder's voice verified his guess.

"Please go to the corresponding battle circle according to your number and prepare to start fighting."

Eighty people, fight together. Definitely save time.

Zhang Yifeng bowed his head, looking for circle 40 on the ring, and finally found the circle forty fighting far away.

"I don't know who will be my opponent."

Zhang Yifeng's mouth showed a wistful smile, no matter who was his opponent, he would not accept mercy.

In the rematch, he must blaze a trail.

In order to seize a city, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kill the gods.

He is about to set the identity card of Wangcheng.

At this time, there is no one in the 40th circle. It seems that no one else has drawn the same bamboo stick.

Zhang Yifeng had nothing to do with him, and turned his head to look at the nearby circles. He found that there was a young man standing on the 39th and 38th circles, waiting for the arrival of the opponent.

These young people Zhang Yifeng don't know, but the young people who can participate in the semi-finals are not weak. These seemingly face-to-face people may be a dark horse hidden deeply.

No matter which world, there is no shortage of geniuses, some geniuses, usually forbearing, will burst out with amazing combat effectiveness at a critical moment.

He himself is one of them.

At this time, all the disciples who had drawn the lottery were very worried. They only hoped that they would not meet the first or second person at the entrance of the Eighth Hall. Otherwise, there is no chance of entering the top forty.

"It's getting started!"

Compared with the feeling of anxiety and anxiety during the competition, the spectators under the ring are much more relaxed. They wished the battle would start early, and then there would be a battle that would excite them and make their blood boil.

At this moment, the mood of all spectators is not calm.

In the arena, the bamboo sticks have been drawn, and everyone is walking towards their respective arenas, and some are already standing on two people.

At this time, a young man walked slowly towards the forty circle. His eyes were calm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Look, it's Liu Xiaohu! He walked towards the 40th circle."

"Liu Xiaohu is the first person in Flame Hall. Who is his opponent? Hey, it's Zhang Yifeng just now!"

"This Yifeng is mostly tragic, and I ran into the first person in the first battle. Most of them couldn't even make the top 40."

"Zhang Yifeng?"

Finally, Liu Xiaohu stopped in front of the 40th circle.

"It's really circle number 40."

"Will there be a miracle next? Does this Zhang Yifeng really have capital, or is it sensational?"

The spectators were all nervous, and he found that they actually looked forward to Zhang Yifeng's battle!

"Do you know me?" Zhang Yifeng looked at the young man, his body trembled.

"You were so arrogant just now that I didn't know it. Although you want to teach you a lesson, you are lucky. I am not in this circle."

Liu Xiaohu spoke lightly, then turned and walked into the 39th circle.

"I'll go! Not circle forty!"

The disciples who had been paying attention to the two were instantly disappointed. Originally thought that there would be a fierce battle, but didn't expect Liu Xiaohu to just say hello to Zhang Yifeng.

It's as uncomfortable as being interrupted in the middle of peeing.

"Hey, don't be disappointed. Look, there's another person here. That person seems to be the third person in Flame Hall, Ye Bohu."

Suddenly, there was a surprise from the crowd. Everyone looked up and found that another young man was walking towards the circle where Zhang Yifeng was. Someone had sharp eyes and recognized him. The third person in the flame hall youth, Ye Bohu! That is, the young handsome guy who had a holiday with Zhang Yifeng just now.