Whenever the wooden plate number is drawn, a special person will record it so that no mistakes will occur. At the same time, another empty wooden box is removed.
With the results of the first round of draws, the Top 100 Disciple Competition officially begins.
Who can be shortlisted for the top hundred, who can be shortlisted for the top ten outer disciples, and who can be shortlisted for the inner disciples, all start from this moment.
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Arena No. 7.
In the first round, No. 754 from the seventh level of martial arts faced No. 782 from the sixth level of martial arts.
Everyone knows the final result of a gap in realm. Unless they have a special trump card, they will definitely lose.
The consequences of a bad draw!
Of course, some people will ask why there are no separate rankings for junior, intermediate and senior levels. What seems to be a fairly easy problem will be very difficult once implemented, and it involves many problems.
In the end, disciple No. 754 defeated No. 782 with only five moves and successfully qualified for promotion.
The fighting style is brisk, fast, and takes the initiative... It has a huge effect on the disciples under the ring. The same moves can be used in this way, can be defended in this way, and open up a new path.
It is precisely because of the accumulation of martial arts that many disciples can't help but secretly remember it in their hearts and have a better understanding of the use of moves.
Don't underestimate the use of a move. It can play a big role accidentally. Usually, a new move can be used all over the world.
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High-level and low-level, the battle is simple, and the drawing of signatures in various arenas continues non-stop.
Lin Fei was not idle, he kept observing, and remembered the battles in the three arenas No. 6, 7, and 8, the three closest arenas.
After three months of experience, Lin Fei knew how to accumulate and digest various battles.
There is no limit to the sea of learning and hard work is a boat. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
There are countless outer disciples in the Divine Artifact Square who behave like Lin Fei.
Study, study again.
The day flies by.
Early the next morning, when a ray of morning sun rose, the Top 100 Disciples Competition began again in the Shenwumen Square.
"Round 78, No. 714 vs. No. 725!"
"Round 79, No. 680 vs. No. 845!"
"Round 80, No. 768 vs. No. 814!"
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A battle is not as long as a stick of incense or even longer as the outside world says. On the contrary, the winner is decided in a very short time, rather than endlessly playing house.
When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat can be achieved in a matter of seconds. One move or one flaw can often determine the outcome of a duel.
"Round 102, No. 707 vs. No. 736!"
The butler referee once again picked up the wooden sign and read out the number with an expressionless face, as if he had a deep grudge against the wooden sign.
After the announcement was over, someone in the crowd rose into the air, with an elegant posture, and landed directly on the ring. A master of the seventh level of martial arts, Li Feipeng, was somewhat famous among the outer disciples.
When Lin Fei heard his number reported, he took a deep breath. Knowing that it was his turn, he was not such a coward, so he walked up step by step.
When Lin Fei walked onto the ring, many outer disciples began to exclaim, obviously recognizing Lin Fei as a celebrity. He had previously beaten Zhang Wanshan's younger brother, and later fought with Jun Wuhui, known as the "little gentleman"
, everyone wants to see if Lin Fei is as awesome as rumored.
Under the ring, only one person was worried.
"Damn it, how did Xiao Fei meet this guy Li Feipeng? This guy has amazing physical skills and can often exhaust people's profound energy. He is the most difficult to deal with. He is also known as the "Little Flying Man"!" The expert was worried.
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Lin Fei stepped onto the ring.
Li Feipeng was excited and excited. He didn't expect that he would meet Lin Fei, who was rumored to be very powerful. He didn't care at all. He had heard that three months ago, Lin Fei's strength was only at the fourth level of martial arts. In three months, he had reached the fourth level.
How powerful it can be. As for beating Zhang Zhongshan and others, I don't believe it at all. Some people must be making fun of it.
"I'm so lucky. I'll be more famous when I defeat Lin Fei later. A low-level disciple didn't just stay in the audience, but came up and embarrassed me. Isn't he just beaten by me? Haha, it's such a sense of accomplishment."
Already."
When Lin Fei stood still, Li Feipeng laughed loudly and looked unscrupulously, "Junior brother Lin Fei, do you want to admit defeat now, or let senior brother send you down?" The following words, with an emphasis on tone, made it clear what they meant.
Li Feipeng's words attracted a lot of attention, and his face was even more proud. It seemed that he wanted this result and liked the attention of others.
Lin Fei is quite famous and has attracted a lot of attention.
Everyone wanted to see how powerful Lin Fei was, and who made the outer sect so powerful that he seemed to be a genius disciple. Everyone was waiting to see Lin Fei's jokes.
Li Feipeng is undoubtedly the most suitable to take action. His strength in the seventh level of martial arts is neither high nor low, just right.
Lin Fei touched his nose and said, "Junior brother doesn't like to be kicked out, but he does have a hobby. Do you want to know?"
From the beginning to the end, Li Feipeng did not even put on guard, thinking that Lin Fei Jinyu was defeated and vulnerable, and if he took action, he would be able to knock Lin Fei off the ring with just a few moves.
"Senior brother is in a good mood today. I really want to hear what his hobbies are. Could it be that he likes to kneel down and beg for mercy?" Li Feipeng laughed loudly, "If you really do this, I will accept it reluctantly. I will give you a decent defeat."
This way, you won’t be embarrassed!”
Lin Fei shook his head and smiled playfully, "Junior Brother, I like to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction, especially those who are mean-mouthed like Senior Brother!"
In an instant, everyone was laughing, grinning from ear to ear. This Lin Fei was too funny. Didn't we distinguish the occasion? How dare he say such a thing.
Li Feipeng's originally smiling face suddenly froze, with a very ugly look on his face. He lowered his face and sneered, "Okay, okay, you have the guts. Senior brother originally wanted to teach you a lesson, but now it seems you can get out of here."
Already."
"Really? You should be the one to get out?"
Everyone was surprised to find that Lin Fei was moving on the ring. His speed was unusually fast, so fast that no shadow could be seen. Some people even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had seen it wrong.
As soon as Li Feipeng raised his hand, his mysterious energy began to circulate, and he was about to use his fists. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air in his ears. The warrior's reaction was to move sideways and backhand with a "Dragon Swinging Tail". He didn't even have time to think about it.
How can the opponent break through the defense line? I sneered in my heart, how can I use this attack? I will make a "Dragon Tail Swing" to make you look good.
But before it was over, there was another sound of disdain in my ears.
"Your reaction is as stupid as a pig. I really don't know how you practiced it!"
With a sarcastic voice, Li Feipeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Is this really slow? This is too bullying.
Just when he thought about it, a huge force suddenly came out. Li Feipeng's whole face was full of shock. With that huge force coming, he felt like he had become a canoe in the face of the violent waves, and his whole body subconsciously flew out.
, it was too late to take any measures of resistance.
In the eyes of everyone, Li Feipeng fell out of the ring like a kite with its string broken, and his expression changed instantly.
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