"There are still more than 80 people who are still here. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wang Xingyu said: "Instead of messing around, not only is it rude and meaningless, it is better for us to organize a one-on-one competition by ourselves." Just in the illusion world, even if you are killed or injured, you will not cause real damage. ”

He paused for a moment and glanced at Xuanbo: "On weekdays, because they are brothers in the same sect, it is always difficult to make a dead hand when fighting, so you have to take it easy." Now in this fantasy world, there is no such limitation, we can let go of our hands and feet, have a good fight, and distinguish who is strong and who is weak......"

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of several other people had lit up, and Yu Zhi patted his thick thighs and laughed wildly: "It's so good, I have long wanted to fight with some masters in the door, but I didn't expect to finally find an opportunity now!hahaha!"

Xuanbo touched his chin, looked at Wang Xingyu and smiled: "Yes, there is revenge and revenge, it is excellent!"

Even Wu Enming, who had never spoken, was quite moved, and a little cold flashed in his eyes.

Liu Qinghuan saw that everyone was immersed in imagination, and coughed softly: "But I don't know how to sort it out?"

"Draw lots?" Xuan Bo said, and shook his head again: "It's not good, it's very likely that you won't be able to draw the person you want to fight with." ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Xuan is too anxious, we still have more than eighty people here, even if we fight in pairs, there are still about twenty people in two rounds." As long as you are a master, you are afraid that you will not be able to enter the final stage? When the number of people is small, wouldn't it be beautiful to be able to get a good ranking if you agree to fight again?"

In the third or fourth round, if there is an opponent who wants to play against each other, they can make an appointment with each other, and if not, they will continue to draw lots.

After the discussion, the four groups of people went back to their own queues.

Liu Qinghuan and Xuanbo returned to their team's protective array, and when they saw that most of them had finished pranayama, they shared what they had just discussed with everyone.

When many people heard this, they clapped their hands and prepared to do a big job.

The protective array was also withdrawn, and there was no longer a team, and the disciples of the Wenshi faction, who had been fighting each other before, gathered together affectionately again.

Everyone relaxes, and the next competition depends on the individual's ability, and if you can't win, your own strength is not good, and there is no need to complain.

Wang Xingyu took out a lottery holder, and everyone went to draw lots one by one. Now there are eighty-four people in total, which is exactly the right match.

Liu Qinghuan drew the sixty-sixth, Bai Fengming came over and saw it, and said with a bitter face: "Senior Brother Liu's number is quite auspicious, but I drew the forty-fourth...... It's over! I'm sure I've run out of luck this time......"

Liu Qinghuan patted him on the shoulder speechlessly to show comfort.

The platform is big enough, so five games can be arranged at once. Because of his lack of scruples, the battle on the field was very fierce, and all kinds of means came out together, attracting applause from others.

And in the martial arts arena outside the illusion, Mengxu Zhenjun shook his head funny: These little guys are quite capable of tossing, and they actually organized a competition by themselves.

Offstage, the eighty-four disciples all closed their eyes tightly, their whole bodies were shrouded in a layer of rich green qi, and they sat cross-legged in place, as if they had entered a dream.

However, as the battle inside progressed, people kept suddenly opening their eyes, and after a trance, they were taken out of the field by the monk Tsukiki, who had been guarding the side.

Soon, there were only nine remaining disciples left in the field, except for one disciple who was practicing qi at the eighth level, the others were all at the ninth level of qi training.

Mengxu Zhenjun was a little surprised, this disciple of Zhulin Mountain had persisted for a long time, and he didn't even appear now. He was about to enter the illusion to take a look, when he saw the disciple open his eyes.

Liu Qinghuan flew to the viewing platform of the martial arts arena with a foundation building monk, and glanced back, there were still seven people sitting there.

This competition is much more difficult than the previous wheel battle.

Although the wheel battle is difficult, because the strength of the opponent is uneven, you can still break through it by luck. And the last one-on-one in the illusion, after the previous series of chaotic battles, all the ones who survived were the best among the disciples, and the battle was even more intense.

In the first two rounds of the competition, although Liu Qinghuan worked hard, he defeated his opponent smoothly. And in the third round, he was lucky to have a bye, and he went directly into the competition of the last eleven people. However, in this round, he encountered Wu Enming as an opponent.

Liu Qinghuan had already seen the battle between Wu Enming and Sikong Xinming, and he was already very aware of this person's strength, but it wasn't until he faced it off that he found that the pressure was great! He tried his best, but he was still defeated by the opponent's overwhelming sword momentum, coupled with the gap in cultivation, this defeat was almost doomed.

On the other hand, he still underestimated the terrifying nature of sword cultivation a little.

They regard themselves as their swords, and the sword is themselves, and even the sword in their hands will slowly affect their character. Wu Enming, for example, is as cold as a sword in his hand.

And from his previous observation of the three Zhulin Mountain disciples who had already cultivated sword intent, he could clearly feel that their sword intent was very different from Wu Enming's sword intent.

He seemed to understand a little, why Uncle Ji would say that the disciples of Zhulin Mountain were not sword cultivators, but Taoist cultivators. The sword cultivator will be affected by the sword in his hand, but the "Bamboo Heart Seed Swordsmanship" is the sword in his hand forged by the Dao in his heart.

"Senior Brother Liu, you're out!"

Suddenly, a shout interrupted Liu Qinghuan's contemplation. He raised his head and saw Bai Fengming striding towards him.

Bai Fengming was very unfortunate that in the second round of the competition, he drew a nine-foot Han Yu Zhi ......

"Hahaha, you're amazing!" Bai Fengming patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "He actually rushed to the top ten, go back and tell Lin Guang, he will definitely be shocked!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled embarrassedly: "Hehe, it's just good luck." ”

Bai Fengming shook his head and sighed: "What kind of luck is good or bad, you completely rely on your own strength to fight, and I rely on luck all the way......"

"Why would Senior Brother Bai say such a thing. Liu Qinghuan interrupted him and said seriously: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to fight at all when I met Yuzhi." It's not a matter of luck at all. Besides, luck is also a part of strength, and no matter how many people ask for it, they can't ask for it. ”

He was about to say another when he suddenly heard the voice of Mengxu Zhenjun: "Disciples within a hundred, come back to the field." ”

He looked down and saw that everyone in the field had escaped from the illusion.

He and Bai Fengming flew back into the martial arts arena, looked at the Mengxu Zhenjun who stood up, and waited for him to speak.

Seeing that everyone was together, Mengxu Zhenjun nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, being able to enter the top 100 in this big competition has proven your ability." Take a look at your tokens, which have your position in this contest. ”

Everyone bowed their heads and took out tokens, and Liu Qinghuan's own token had an extra "nine" on it in addition to his name.