The rules of the preliminary round are very simple, that is, drawing lots. Whether the opponent is strong or weak depends entirely on luck.
It is lucky to draw a weak one, but it is not so lucky to draw a strong one. Because everyone only has one chance to fight! If they fail, they will be eliminated.
There are a total of two hundred people participating in the preliminary round of Lightning Hall. The first drawing of lots will determine the top 100, and the second drawing of lots will determine the top 50.
After everyone had drawn lots, Deacon Ding's voice came again.
"Now please invite the disciples who have been drawn numbers one to five to step onto the ring."
The arena is large and can accommodate ten people fighting together. There are two hundred disciples in the preliminary round, and ten people fighting together saves more time than two people fighting.
The rules of the battle are very simple, defeat the opponent, or one party voluntarily admits defeat!
"Look, Jiang Wuwu is on stage!"
"Oh my God, who is so unlucky to be Jiang Wuwen's opponent in the first competition?"
The crowd suddenly became noisy, because Jiang Wuyuan had taken the lead on the ring, and they were already mourning Jiang Wuyuan's opponent.
In the previous competition, even if Jiang Wuyuan wanted to give up, there was nothing he could do. Unless it was the final battle for the top ten, at that time, if Jiang Wuyuan was in a good mood, he could still give up. After all, the top ten are qualified to participate in the finals. Jiang Wuwu vs. Lightning Hall
First place in the preliminary round, not much interest.
Soon, nine other people also entered the ring.
Jiang Wuwu said domineeringly: "Whoever gets the number one should get off the ring. I'm too lazy to take action."
After Jiang Wuwen finished speaking, a thin cultivator gave a wry smile and raised his hand: "It's me, Shuilincheng, for justice, but I won't admit defeat."
Obviously, this is the miserable young man who drew Zhongjiang Endless.
Although he is not Jiang Wuwu's opponent, he cannot be defeated without a fight. What if his ambition and courage can win the favor of Lightning Hall?
"Okay! You have the courage. But if I tell you to get out, you have to get out!"
roll!
Jiang Wuwen's voice kept floating, and his whole body suddenly released a terrifying aura. Under his aura, his opponent knelt directly on the ground.
Afterwards, Jiang Wuwu just stamped his feet on the spot.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the cultivator's body flew directly off the ring.
Being knocked off the stage is also equivalent to failure.
Stomping his feet, he defeated his opponent. This was the strength of Jiang Wuwu. He stood on the stage, his gaze was like a dragon, and he seemed to have the aura to look down on the world. He looked at everyone with a domineering look, and then Jiang Wuwu walked off the stage.
"Jiang Wuwen, we love you. The number one spot this year will definitely be yours!"
In the audience, the nymphomaniacs who admired Jiang Wuwen shouted to the sky and immediately expressed their support for Jiang Wuwen.
"This Jiang Wuwu is so strong. Is Young Master his opponent?"
From the audience, Fang Ling's voice came, and they had already lined up to come in.
Sima Han smiled and said: "You have to believe in the young master. As long as he takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done."
On the side, Meng Nichang just looked at Zhang Yifeng and said nothing, but it could still be seen from the hands she held that she was a little worried.
After all, this is a hidden door.
"It's boring."
On the ring, Jiang Wuwu shook his head, and then walked off the ring domineeringly. After he came down, the other eight people started fighting.
"No. 2, He family in xx city, He Aili, thirty years old, please enlighten me!"
"No. 3, Hu Tiande, xx City, twenty-seven years old, please give me some advice."
These contestants are much more polite to each other. They report their names and ages. In addition to showing respect to their opponents, they also allow Lightning Hall to judge their potential based on their age.
It doesn't matter if your cultivation level is weak, as long as you are young and have potential, there is still hope of joining the Lightning Hall.
In short, in order to be in the top ten and to win the favor of Lightning Hall, everyone exerted 120% of their fighting power. They all showed their most powerful side to Lightning Hall and thousands of viewers.
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Because among these audiences are their friends, their relatives, and those expectant looks are their motivation!
Transform!
In the arena, the beastly spirit was flying.
All kinds of animal blood are amazing.
Those who came to compete were almost all beast cultivators. Those who had not awakened beast blood were not eligible to register. Zhang Yifeng was able to register only because of Jiang Wuyuan's words.
Time passed, about half an hour later.
The fourth group of people began to take the stage.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng also stepped onto the ring. His number was No. 20.
"I am number 18, who is like me?"
On the ring, ten people said their numbers to each other, looking for their opponents.
Zhang Yifeng's opponent is a young man in his thirties or so. In China, a man in his thirties is considered middle-aged, but in Yinmen, he is still a young man.
This young man looks very ordinary, but his cultivation is extraordinary. Unfortunately, he met Zhang Yifeng.
"White Dragon City, Zhang Yifeng, twenty-one."
"Liefeng City Xingjia, Xinglie, thirty-five."
The two exchanged names and started fighting.
The man named Xinglie obviously did not underestimate his opponent. Even though Zhang Yifeng was fourteen years younger than him, he immediately transformed into an animal.
The beast blood that Xinglie received was the blood of a grizzly bear. Bear blood is considered a relatively powerful beast blood. It is more powerful than ordinary beast blood.
After his transformation, his body became extremely tall, like a mobile fortress. His palms turned into bear paws, which looked strong and powerful, giving people the feeling that one slap could scare Zhang Yifeng to death. And his aura was comparable to
Late stage of Grandmaster!
"It's that boy."
At this moment, Deacon Ding saw Zhang Yifeng, and she still remembered this arrogant boy. After all, when this boy came to sign up, he arrogantly told her that he would be the first to decide.
"Huh? He didn't transform? Is he scared out of his wits, or is he really not a beast cultivator?"
At first glance, Deacon Ding frowned. This boy's opponent had transformed into a half-orc, and his violent aura stirred up gusts of wind. But Zhang Yifeng remained indifferent, even motionless! In his opinion, this boy
It's simply courting death.
Ants are ants, so be defeated as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.
"Aren't you going to transform?"
On the ring, Xinglie's frowning voice came, but Zhang Yifeng did not change his shape, making him feel that he was being despised.
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "No, just attack."
"You are seeking death."
Xinglie's eyes turned cold, this kid is looking for death, so let him be killed.
Xinglie let out a low roar and launched an attack directly. His huge body started running, bringing up strong winds. Then, he slapped Zhang Yifeng on the head.
Zhang Yifeng remained motionless, and the other party's slap fell on his forehead.
"It looks like this year's competition will be dead from the start."
Deacon Ding shook his head. In her opinion, this boy was dead.
Fists and feet have no eyes, life and death have fate.
Just when she was about to avert her eyes from seeing that cruel scene, her body suddenly trembled.