The rules for the preliminary round are very simple, that is, draw lots. Whether the opponent is strong or weak depends entirely on luck.

It is naturally a lucky thing to draw the weak, but it is not so lucky to draw the strong. Because everyone only has one chance to fight! If they fail, they will be eliminated.

There are a total of 200 people participating in the Lightning Hall preliminary competition. The first draw will be decided to take the first 100, and the second draw will be decided to take the first 50.

After everyone got the lottery draw, Deacon Ding's voice came again.

"Now please draw disciples from No. 1 to No. 5 to go to the ring."

The ring is very large and can accommodate ten people to fight together. In the first round, two hundred disciples and ten people fight together, saving time more than two people to fight together.

The battle rules are very simple: defeat the opponent, or one side takes the initiative to admit defeat!

"Look, Jiang Wujun is on stage!"

"Oh my God, who is so unlucky to become Jiang Wujin's opponent in the first competition."

The crowd suddenly became noisy, because Jiang Wuji had already taken the lead in walking on the ring, and they were already silent for Jiang Wuji's opponent.

In the previous competition, even if Jiang Wujin wants to let go, there is no way. Unless it is a competition for the last top ten, if Jiang Wujin is in a good mood at that time, he can still let go once. After all, the top ten are qualified to participate in the finals. Jiang Wujin is not very interested in the first place in the Lightning Hall preliminary round.

Soon, the other nine people also walked onto the ring.

Jiang Wujun said domineeringly: "Who got number one, get out of the ring by yourself. I'm too lazy to take action."

Jiang Wujin finished speaking, a thin cultivator smiled bitterly and raised his hand: "It's me, Shui Lincheng is righteous, but I will not admit defeat."

Obviously, this is the miserable young man who beat Zhongjiang endlessly.

Although he is not Jiang Wujin's opponent, he must be defeated without a fight. What if his ambition and courage can make Lightning Hall favor?

"Okay! I have the courage. But if I ask you to get out, you have to get out!"

roll!

Jiang Wujin's voice kept floating, and his whole body suddenly released a terrifying momentum. Under the cover of his aura, his opponent knelt directly on the ground.

Then, Jiang Wujian just stomped his feet on the spot.

boom!

With a dull sound, the cultivator's body flew directly from the ring.

Being knocked off the ring is also equivalent to failure.

He stomped his feet and defeated his opponent. This was Jiang Wuji's strength. He stood on the stage, his eyes were like a dragon, and he seemed to have the aura of looking down on the world. He looked at everyone with a domineering look, and then Jiang Wuji walked off the arena.

"Jiang Wujin, we love you. The number one this year must be yours!"

In the audience, the flower idiots who admire Jiang Wujin yelled to the sky and expressed their support for Jiang Wujin as soon as possible.

"This Jiang Wujun is so strong. Is the young master his opponent?"

In the audience, Fang Ling's voice came, and they had already lined up in.

Sima Han smiled and said, "Believe in the young master. As long as he takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done."

On the side, Meng Nishang just looked at Zhang Yifeng and didn't say anything, but it could still be seen from the hands she held, that she was a little worried.

After all, this is the Hidden Gate.

"It's not interesting."

On the ring, Jiang Wujin shook his head, then walked off the ring domineeringly. After he came down, the other eight people started fighting.

"No. 2, He family in xx City, He Ai Li, thirty years old, please give me advice!"

"No. 3, xx City, Hu Tiande, twenty-seven years old, please give me advice."

These contestants are much more polite to each other. They report their names and ages, and in addition to showing respect to their opponents, there is another point that allows Lightning Hall to judge their potential based on their age.

It doesn’t matter if your cultivation is weak. As long as you are not old and have potential, you still have hope of joining the Lightning Hall.

In short, for the top ten and to win the favor of Lightning Hall, everyone has exerted one hundred and two percent of their combat power. They have all shown their strongest side to Lightning Hall and to thousands of viewers.

Because among these audiences, their friends, their relatives, and those expectant eyes are their motivations!

Transformation!

On the ring, beastly spirit flew everywhere.

Various beast blood are breathtaking.

Almost all those who came to participate in the competition were beast cultivators, and those who did not have the awakened beast blood were not qualified to register. Zhang Yifeng could sign up because of Jiang Wujin'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 walked onto the arena. His number was No. 20.

"I'm No. 18, who's the same as me?"

On the ring, ten people told each other their numbers and looked for opponents.

Zhang Yifeng's opponent is a young man of about thirty-three or four. In China, he is middle-aged in his thirties, but in Hidden Sect, he is still a young man.

This young man is very ordinary but his cultivation is not ordinary. Unfortunately, he met Zhang Yifeng.

"Bailong City, Zhang Yifeng, twenty-one."

"Liefeng City is a family, and is a thirty-five."

The two reported each other's names and started a fight.

The man named Xingliu obviously did not underestimate the enemy. Even though Zhang Yifeng was fourteen years younger than him, he immediately transformed into a beast cultivator.

The beast blood obtained by Xinglie is the blood of a grizzly bear, and the bear blood is also considered a relatively powerful beast blood. It is stronger than ordinary beast blood.

After his transformation, his body became extremely tall, like a moving fortress. His palm turned into a bear's paw, which looked strong and powerful, giving people the feeling that Zhang Yifeng could be afraid of death with just one slap. Moreover, his aura was comparable to that of the late stage of the Grandmaster!

"It's that boy."

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 was going to make the first decision.

"Hmm? He didn't transform? Was he scared to death, or was he really not a beast cultivator?"

At first glance, Deacon Ding frowned. The boy's opponent had transformed into a half-orc, and the violent aura brought out a gust of wind. But Zhang Yifeng was still indifferent, even motionless! In his opinion, this boy was simply seeking death.

An ant is an ant, you will be defeated earlier to avoid embarrassment.

"Don't you transform?"

On the ring, the sound of Xinglie frowning came, and Zhang Yifeng did not change, making him feel that he was being looked down upon.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "No, attack."

"You are seeking death."

Xing Lie's eyes turned cold. This kid was looking for death, so he would be able to help him.

Xing Lie growled and launched an attack directly. His huge body ran, causing a strong wind. Then, he slapped Zhang Yifeng's head.

Zhang Yifeng was still motionless, and the other party's slap fell to his forehead.

"It seems that this year's game will be dead from the beginning."

Deacon Ding shook his head. In her opinion, this kid was dead.

If you have no eyes when you fist, you will have life and death.

Just as she was about to take her eyes away from watching the cruel scene, her body trembled suddenly.

That boy moved.
Chapter completed!