Wang Sishuo cried loudly, he didn't want to die yet, he was the second level of true elixir, and it was certain to enter the cultivation world, so why did he choose to go against Liu Wuxie.
The reality is cruel. When they took this step, this outcome was already destined.
The Tianfu Kingdom and Tianxiang Kingdom were completely wiped out, with no one left.
"is this real?"
Qin Lei rubbed her eyes and couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. So many true elixir ancestors were all dead.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and even the geniuses of the empire were not calm. Liu Wuxie's killing methods were too ruthless.
Almost all of them were killed with one move, without even giving them a chance to fight.
None of the ten envoys on the monument spoke, they watched quietly from beginning to end.
"Brother Yu, can we compete for ranking?"
Fan Lin gnawed ten chicken legs in seven days, threw away the chicken bones in his hand, and asked Yu Tianyi.
The other eight people looked at Yu Tianyi together, waiting for his answer.
"We, the Dugu family, have decided to take this boy, and none of you are allowed to rob him from us!"
Dugu Yang grinned and greeted everyone in advance. He was optimistic about Liu Wuxie.
"Fart, your Dugu family is ranked ninth, what qualifications do you have to choose? This kid is very talented and should join our Zixia sect."
You compete with me. Realm does not represent the only one. They value Liu Wuxie's future potential more.
The ten people, representing their respective sects, select good seedlings and return to the sect. Not only will their faces be bright, but they will also receive heavy rewards from the sect.
“Let’s start ranking!”
Yu Tianyi spoke, interrupting the argument between them.
Everyone calmed down their expressions. The next competition for rankings was particularly cruel. There were only one hundred places, and there were more than a thousand people who had received two dragon auras.
On average, only one out of ten people can enter.
Not many people give up competing for rankings, return to the secular world, become the ancestors of true elixirs, and enjoy glory and wealth.
"Everyone be quiet, if you are willing to participate in the ranking competition, go to the right side, and those who give up will go to the left side."
Yuhuamen Xijian said loudly, interrupting the discussion below.
It’s finally time to enter the competition for rankings, and I will quickly forget about what happened just now.
Scattered, more than 1,100 people entered the right side, and the remaining nearly 2,000 people stood still.
"Wuxie, have you decided?"
Fan Zhen looked at Liu Wuxie eagerly. After today, they may be people from two different worlds.
"Thank you, Dean, for your cultivation over the past six months!"
Liu Wuxie bent down and bowed, raised his head, and walked to the right with determination in his eyes.
Qin Lei and Luo Zhaojun looked at Liu Wuxie's back, with a trace of envy and a trace of hope flashing deep in their eyes.
"I hope he can go further and the outside world is more suitable for him!"
The corners of Fan Zhen's eyes were moist, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
Liu Wuxie did not go to the crowd, but stood alone in a corner, particularly conspicuous.
After the division was completed, Jiang Kaicheng fell down from the monument and stood in front of everyone.
"Twelve hundred people, six hundred numbers. If you draw the same number, you will be your opponent. Number one will fight against number one, number two will fight against number two, and so on."
Jiang Kaicheng briefly explained the rules. The competition for ranking is random, and no one knows who his opponent is.
Everyone couldn't wait and were gearing up one by one.
"Here are all the number plates. Come forward and take one each!"
He took out a huge box and could only put one arm in. No one could see the number on the number plate inside, so he had to rely on luck.
One after another, they came forward and pulled out a number plate from the box.
"What number did you draw?"
The genius who got the number card asked in a low voice to the people around him.
"I am number 30!"
Everyone communicated in low voices and looked for their opponents.
There are fewer and fewer number plates in the box, and more than half of the people have gotten their own numbers.
"I am number one, who is my opponent?"
The genius who got the No. 1 card shouted loudly that he should be the first to go on stage. The winner would advance to the next round and the loser would leave.


Chapter completed!