Fenglei began to announce the rules of the competition and qualifying requirements, such as until the point is reached, no ruthless attacks, no magic weapons, etc., which are all familiar to the participating disciples and the public. ([] .)

The qualifying requirement is to select the top 100 from more than 300 elite disciples. Although it is roughly a chance of choosing one out of three, most people will still be eliminated. It depends on whose cultivation is better.

In fact, the disciples who can pass the two rounds of selection are all the elites among the elites. Except for a few perverts such as Xia Chen, most of the other disciples are in the middle, with almost the same strength. Whether they can win or not is ultimately a battle of wills.

After Feng Lei's announcement, Yang Quan and Chen Gulan took the stage to sing, while Xu Tianhong was the governor of the entire venue, inspecting whether there were any violations. More than a dozen second-level magical monks gathered around the arena, observing whether the participating disciples had cheated from four angles.

, the guards are extremely strict.

The disciple whose number was sung stepped forward to enter the arena and prepared to participate in the competition.

The rules of singing are that after the elders comprehensively evaluate the ranking and strength of the disciples in the first two rounds, they then choose to pair up and compete to avoid randomly selecting disciples who are too strong to kill each other.

Moreover, in the third round of selection, you will not be eliminated if you lose a match, but will adopt a points system. If you win four times in a row, you can directly qualify. And you will only be eliminated if you lose four times in a row.

"No. 7513, No. 8876, the first arena, prepare for the competition."

"No. 3529, No. 1271, second arena, prepare for the competition."

"No. 0632, No. 5788, the third arena, prepare for the competition."

"No. 8601, No. 4410, the fourth arena, prepare for the competition."

Yang Quan and Chen Gulan chanted to each other, and in the blink of an eye, eight disciples participated in the election and stood on the field.

The second-level magical monk who was in charge of the referee gave an order, and the eight disciples started fighting fiercely.

Several disciples were quite cautious at first. After slowly warming up, they quickly entered the state. They are all top ten acquired powerhouses, and each of them has two brushes. Now that the selection has reached the final stage, naturally they all

He played without any reservations and played brilliantly.

I saw that they attacked like tigers and defended like mountains. Their attacks were like thunderous blows, shocking and unpredictable. When not taking action, they were as quiet as virgins, dignified and steady. When they attacked, they were as fast as lightning, and the public was dazzled. They launched a burst of formations.

Shout wonderfully.

As the top ten disciples of Hou Tian, ​​​​everyone no longer uses acquired skills to fight against the enemy, but displays their unique skills, which are all magical skills. From time to time, Hou Tian fire and countless figures burst out, making even many

The first-level magical monks were also eye-opening and nodded in praise.

Half an hour passed quickly, and gradually, some of the disciples who participated in the election couldn't bear it anymore. They were defeated, and the public let out a series of regretful sounds.

In fact, the failure may just be an oversight, or just a little carelessness, and it may not necessarily be a lack of strength. But naturally there cannot be so much talk in the selection, and luck is also a part of strength.

Therefore, the winning disciples were not arrogant, and the losing disciples were not discouraged. Instead, they were silently preparing for the next competition.

The best thing is to have the last laugh. After all, there are not many perverts like Xia Chen, Wang Zhongdi and the Four Heavenly Kings. Most people are still uneasy about qualifying.

"No. 4439, No. 5781. The third competition."

"No. 8051, No. 0379, the fourth competition."

…

The voices of Yang Quan and Chen Gulan kept ringing. As the competition progressed, more and more disciples came on stage, and the atmosphere gradually became climax.

Outside the court, the public shouted loudly to support the disciples they liked or had placed bets on.

Of course, there are also the voices of people yelling after being disappointed, which is naturally the anger of those who lost the bet.

The exciting fights and competitions between disciples have become the biggest highlights. As the most powerful city in the Yanzhao region, with countless practitioners, naturally the most interested in this exciting selection method.

The magical cultivator watched carefully, mainly to see if there were any disciples with high potential, and to prepare to select and absorb talents. After all, some people were suitable for the first two rounds of selection, while some were suitable for the final round of competition, and were naturally fighting monks.

At the same time, he was commenting silently.

The monks the day after tomorrow also watched carefully, mainly to learn, broaden their horizons, and observe the competition between the top warriors the day after tomorrow. It was also of great benefit to their cultivation. Many bottlenecks in cultivation were solved by watching them.

As for the majority of the public, they are just watching the fun. For them, as long as the disciples participating in the election play wonderfully and make their blood boil, that is enough.

Scoreboards are hung on both sides of the arena and the mountain wall, showing the scores of the competition among the disciples, which can be seen by the public and the disciples themselves, so that the results of the competition can be seen clearly at a glance.

A few hours passed quickly, and the selection competition became intense. The expressions of the disciples also became focused, no longer as nervous as at the beginning, and they were enjoying the feeling brought by the competition.

"No. 1786 performed well. He defeated No. 3725 steadily. If I remember correctly, the two of them seemed to be very close in the first two rounds of selection. I didn't expect that the gap would show up as soon as they came on the field.

Now that we're out, we can still witness our cultivation by fighting."

"This is not necessarily true. No. 1,216 and No. 8,544 are inseparable. Their rankings in the first two rounds are also very similar. In fact, this also varies from person to person, or maybe someone has preserved their strength.

, the true level was not really revealed until this moment.”

"This junior No. 8801 is very good. He has extraordinary comprehension ability. Not only does he have magical powers and techniques, but he also seems to have improved slightly in battle. This is really commendable. Zhang San, go check it out and see his background power.

How about it? If you can’t qualify, can you be absorbed into our organization?”

"There are so many powerful senior brothers... I really opened my eyes. They can use the means that they usually only have in their dreams without any effort. How do they do it? I seem to understand a little bit...

"

"Yes, this punch is called the Tiger Down the Mountain. I have used it before, but it doesn't have the solemn imagery of this senior brother's attack. It's really far behind. However, another senior brother blocked it even better. It's breathtaking.

I was so far gone."

"Good fight, good fight. You see how energetic I am, and I wish I could punch you too. It's a pity that my parents didn't give me a spiritual root, so I never have the ability to sense Qi, and I can't practice. It's really heartbreaking.

Absolutely."

"Why don't you beat him to death? You idiot, you are really a 250. You caused me to lose fifty vitality pills. I send my greetings to all the women in your family..."

…

Inside and outside the stadium, countless people were talking about the many disciples who were participating in the election. They were excited, serious, frustrated, angry, smiling...all kinds of emotions.

Xia Chen sat bored in the stands, waiting for the trumpet to be sung. He had been waiting for several hours, but his turn had never come. Watching others compete, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

"I haven't fought with anyone for a long time. I don't know how strong I am now. I can only feel that I am much stronger than before I participated in the selection, but I don't know how strong it is."

"But when I meet Zhao Huayang and Zhan Peng again, even if I don't rely on any magic weapon, I am confident that I can fight them purely based on their cultivation. This is not an unwarranted expansion of self-confidence. It is a pure spiritual feeling. Although I am still in the acquired realm, I still have supernatural powers.

I am no longer afraid of first-level monks."

"In addition to the incredible strengthening of my physical body, I have been struggling in the fifth-level five-element restriction, and I have entered the realm very quickly. The origin of the heart restriction. I can spread it casually and send and receive it as I wish. It is almost my strongest method."

"Of course, my skills have not fallen behind. The so-called one-level knowledge and all-level knowledge, whether it is cultivation, strength or skills, are actually making great progress in a subtle way, making my strength increase exponentially."

"These are my accumulations. They are extremely powerful. As soon as I step onto the threshold of magical power and become a magical power, these accumulations will turn into incomparable power. Maybe in the realm of magical power, I will be able to leapfrog challenges without fear at all.

A monk who is in the second level of magical power to drive away objects, or even the third level of magic power."

Xia Chen clenched his fists and thought with pride. He had a clear judgment on his own strength. What he needed to overcome now was the last one foot away from the threshold of magical power.

Suddenly, he felt a cold gaze staring at him. The gaze was like substance, as if it had turned into a sharp sword and was about to penetrate him.

Xia Chen didn't raise his head or meet his gaze. He knew exactly who was looking at him. Since he didn't want to compete with the other party for the time being, there was no need to cause unnecessary provocation.

Emperor Wang slowly withdrew his murderous eyes, his face expressionless. He was a little unsure whether Xia Chen really didn't feel his murderous intent, or whether he didn't want to respond at all.

If it's the former, then this guy is too slow. If it's the latter, it's outright contempt.

Judging from Xia Chen's strength, it is 99% likely to be the latter.

Infinite anger suddenly arose in the heart of the King of Kings. Who is he? He is a powerful disciple who has completely surpassed the four legendary kings. He is a model for the younger generation that the Yanzhao Alliance will launch, and he is a being destined to achieve supreme glory.

Who is this Xia Chen? How dare he despise him? The Emperor is not afraid of Xia Chen's anger, he is not afraid of Xia Chen's shouting, and he is not afraid of Xia Chen's provocation, but the most unbearable thing is Xia Chen's disregard.

"Xia Chen, I will definitely kill you." Emperor Wang Zhong thought through gritted teeth.

Xia Chen didn't know that because he didn't want to fight, he would make Emperor Wang Zhong furious. If he knew, he would have slapped his thigh, and he would have been shot while lying helplessly.

"No. 9527, No. 1286, the first competition." Yang Quan's voice had always been calm and loud, but at this moment, there was suddenly something strange.

The entire arena was originally noisy with people cheering and shouting, but after hearing this sound, it instantly became silent, and even the six disciples who were still in the arena closed their mouths tightly.

Outside the stadium, the buzz of tens of millions of people stopped instantly. Everyone excitedly looked at the light curtain on the mountain wall, looking at the first arena, and never looked at the other three arenas again.

After a few breaths, a tidal wave of sound resounded for hundreds of miles.

"Xia Chen, Xia Chen is going to appear, it's great."

"We must win, Xia Chen. I finally waited for you to appear on the stage. I will burst into tears with excitement."

"My idol will definitely win, come on!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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