"I didn't expect that only so many people came out!"

Glancing around, Lin Xiao sighed inwardly. There were thousands of people who entered the ruins at that time, but less than half came out. And those who didn't come out stayed in the ruins forever.

The elimination rate is more than half, and being eliminated is equivalent to death.

You must know that it is not easy for those who can participate in the martial arts grand event. Who is not the most famous genius in each major area? One in ten thousand, but so many people have fallen in the preliminary competition, which is tragic.

But on the contrary, the auras of those warriors who came out were much stronger than half a year ago, and there were many who broke through one, or even two or three cultivation levels. Of course, the increase in strength was not only reflected in the cultivation level, but also

There are other improvements.

All in all, many warriors have benefited a lot from going in and out of Ruin No. 37, with happy faces and high spirits. This is also the reason why many warriors want to participate in the martial arts event despite being desperate.

Of course, by the end of the preliminary round, most of the warriors have achieved their expected goals. As for qualifying for the group stage and qualifying, only some experts among the experts will think about it and are qualified to think about it.

As for Lin Xiao, with his current strength, he would feel sorry for himself if he didn't get a high ranking.

"Okay, it looks like everyone is here!"

Directly in front of the square, there is a viewing platform, where those high-level mainland people sit.

Surrounding the square are circles of auditoriums, with high-level officials from all major power sects sitting on them.

It goes without saying that this square is where they will fight next.

"It's been a month. I wonder how many people from our Ten Thousand Blood Sect have come out? I don't know how Luo Ying, Lin Xiao and the others are doing?"

In the audience, Niu Heng frowned, looked at the figures in the square, and whispered.

"Estimated, one-third, maybe less!"

Mo Yunhan said in a deep voice, after the preliminary round of the last martial arts competition, only half of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect came out.

But this time, it is the golden age, and the competition is more fierce than before, and it is not ordinary fierce. In each region, talented masters are emerging one after another, and the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, which has been stagnant, is naturally very dangerous.

In fact, one third is his conservative estimate. In fact, it may be less, and he has been mentally prepared.

As for the senior leaders of the other major forces, some were relaxed and relaxed, talking and laughing to themselves, obviously very confident in their disciples, while others were frowning and a little nervous.

In the square, the warriors who were originally scattered were looking for their companions and gradually gathered together.

Lin Xiao also found Luo Ying and others. What surprised him was that in addition to Luo Ying and others, several Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciples also gathered over.

Gathering together with their companions, these warriors immediately started chatting and discussing things in the ruins.

"Okay, be quiet!"

At this time, a sound suddenly resounded through the square, sounding like a loud bell.

Immediately, the whole place fell silent.

On the viewing platform, a figure stepped out, it was Wu Feng, a strong man from the Tianlei Sect.

Wu Feng is tall and muscular, like an iron tower, with thunder and lightning flashing in his eyes, giving people a very powerful feeling.

With every step he took, the space rippled violently.

Arriving at the square, Wu Feng glanced at the crowd below, nodded slightly, and said quietly, "Relic No. 37 is closed. The preliminary round is over. A total of 509 people have passed!"

Upon hearing this number, both in the square and in the auditorium, there was a gasp of air.

There is no doubt that this is the highest elimination rate in the preliminary rounds since all previous martial arts events. More than half of the warriors died in the preliminary round, which shows how fierce the competition was in the six months in the ruins.

Of course, the flow of time in the ruins is different from that here. In the outside world, only one month has passed.

"The situation is not good."

Niu Heng's brows deepened, and Mo Yunhan shook his head and sighed, leaving it to fate. He just hoped that at least Luo Ying and Lin Xiao were still safe.

As for the top leaders of other forces, many of them looked condensed and no longer as relaxed as before.

You must know that the elimination rate in the last preliminary round was only one-third, but this time it was a full two-thirds, almost twice as much. Moreover, there were more warriors participating this time.

However, the expressions of some of the top leaders of the big forces remained unchanged. They were confident that even if the elimination rate increased, those eliminated would be disciples of other middle and lower-level forces and would have little impact on them.

"Now, everyone has returned to their respective sects. I have something to explain!"

Wu Feng said.

"The Beiyuan Dragon Python Clan is here!"

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a ray of light rising into the sky from somewhere in the auditorium, transforming into the form of a dragon and python.

Although it is not a real dragon, the dragon python has dragon horns and claws. It has a huge body and floats in the air. Looking down from below, it is very domineering.

Whoa! Whoa...

Immediately, the warriors of the dragon python clan flew away in the direction of the dragon python's light.

"The Blood Witch Clan is here!"
Chapter completed!