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Chapter 815 Winning or Losing

Before the chess game, Long Tian asked someone to scatter Ding Xuan into the small porcelain cup and set it out in turn.

His eyes raised slightly, and he looked at everyone with a expressionless face.

"Everyone, I know you are all coming for the life and death situation, so let's open the skylight and say something bright! If you want to enter my life and death situation, you must abide by the rules of my life and death situation! Anyone who enters will not have mysterious energy!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"No mysterious energy? What does it mean?!"

"Can we destroy our mysterious energy?"

“…”

Amid all kinds of suspicions, Long Tian was too lazy to explain.

"Behind me is Dingxuan San. If you take it, the mysterious energy will be curbed and cannot be used! Take Dingxuan San and you can enter the chess game. The winner will enter the gate of life and death, and the loser will come to me to get the antidote!!"

With a slightly tilted head, he signaled the servants to take Dingxuan San out.

"People, please?!"

Someone decisively took Dingxuan San and poured it on.

But some people still hesitated and after picking it up, they finally let it go.

Without the mysterious energy, they can't play in the life and death sect, so why do they have to die?!

After hesitation and doubt, only more than 300 people drank Dingxuan San.

When Ling Luoyu held his head up and sniffed Dingxuan San, his eyes flashed over a familiar face.

Gu Lan!

He actually drank Dingxuan San as well.

Gu Lan's eyes looked away at that moment.

Those who drink Dingxuan San will get a license plate and draw lots to play chess. Those who are eliminated will have the next one to make up for it.

Ling Luoyu's license plate was No. 137, but he was drawn in the first round and stood in the chess game.

"Dong!"

The sound of war drums came dull and the beating was shocking.

Long Tian stood on the high platform, sat in a deep state, beside him, sitting in turn with the head elder of Longhu Villa, Yue Ya and the three brothers of the Long family, accompanying the last seat.

Long Jun stood on the front side of the platform, with three wooden boxes in front of him.

The wooden box on the left says win, and the wooden box on the right says lose.

"Everyone, I believe everyone knows the rules, so I won't waste my time! The selection is very simple! There are sixty people in the chess game, one-on-one duel, and the winner is definitely the same! As for whether your opponent is strong or weak, it depends on your own luck!"

No matter how weak your cultivation is, you can still win the life and death gate when you encounter a bad cultivation.

No matter how high your martial arts are, you may encounter opponents who will lose and withdraw from the situation.

Therefore, whether you can enter the gate of life and death is not based on your personal strength, but on the will of God.

The Long Army called the order and the drum sounded suddenly.

The selection begins.

He pulled out two number plates from the wooden box in the middle.

"Ninety-one, two hundred and seventeen!"

The two people responded and walked towards the red area in the middle.

"Two people, it's very simple. Those who are eliminated will lose!"

Long Jun made an invitation gesture.

"please!"

With a shout, the two of them suddenly took action.

With the sound of "bang" the two of them faced each other with four fists, fighting in close combat.

Such fighting boxing tests the fighting skills and martial arts skills, which are of certain differences.

Not long after, one person was beaten out.

Long Jun glanced at the sign in his hand and threw it at the wooden boxes on both sides with expressionless faces.

"Ninety-one wins, two hundred and seventeen out...Assistant 203, one hundred and fifty-nine, against seventy-two, two hundred and ninety-one..."

The two candidates who were named went to the position where the duel had just finished, while the two candidates who were named went to the red area and fought in close combat.

Time passed minute by minute, and as noon approached, it was finally Ling Luoyu's turn.

“…Fighting one hundred and thirty-seven, one hundred and ninety-six…”
Chapter completed!
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