"At the end of the second round, the winners are Zheng Xingxing, Zeng Keer, Lei Xiao, Rong Zhi, Su Xingzhou, You Yu, Wang Rong, Tao Yi, Xi Jun......"

Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and the fifty disciples had already decided, and they would rest for one day as usual before the third round of competition. This time, the real name was announced, and in addition to the disciples who performed well on weekdays, there were also some tepid, down-to-earth and diligent unexpected ascendants.

The rules of the Swiss wheel have been introduced earlier, but they are actually not complicated. After calculation, Xiao Jin determined the specific number of rounds, the first round was random, and then tried to score as high as possible, and low score to low score.

10 points for a win, 5 for a draw, 0 points for the loser, and the top 10 with the highest total score will be selected. And because of the announcement of the name, everyone has targeted preparations, gets along with each other on weekdays, and has a little understanding of their respective characteristics.

Of course, the most lively people are not the parties, but those who eat melons.

Guan Mengyi analyzed the fifty people one by one, set the rating, and estimated the results of the first round of battles, and the minimum number of points each person needed.

For example, the S file is obviously stronger than a cut, and only Zheng Xingxing is alone. He played by the round, and as long as he maintained all seven wins, he could get points to move up to the top 10.

A-file, with strong strength, mainly Zeng Keer, You Yu, and Lei Xiao, win against the weak, win against the strong, and keep the peace against Zheng Xingxing, and basically be able to advance.

B file, the public players, win against the weak, keep the tie against the strong, give up on Zheng Xingxing, save physical strength, and also hope to advance.

And so on, like throwing an effervescent tablet into a water glass, and goo-to-gu mobilized everyone's enthusiasm. There are even people who open the market and set the odds.

And on this one, the so-called top ten rewards have almost been guessed.

Just two words: congenital!

At present, there are seventeen innate masters on the bright side, and there are seventeen in Xia Kingdom, and three more people have been promoted from the Daoist Academy, a total of thirteen, and three in Phoenix Mountain, plus the old man in Meishan.

The outside world does not know whether the government has or not, but if you think about it with your toes, there must be.

In addition, there are also civil forces, such as shamanism, which has maintained the image of a good baby since the northwest diocese was purged by Lao Gu. However, in terms of their inheritance and secret methods, it is not difficult to cultivate innateness.

The immortal calendar has entered the seventh year, the situation has been turned upside down, and now it is the era of cultivating immortals 2.0, and any organization that wants to get a piece of the pie is at least a given.

So the disciples have a spectrum in their hearts, and what follows is a stronger desire to win, and fifty people are gearing up, which is bound to present a very wonderful rookie pecking at each other, well, it's still a rookie.

…………

Mao, Siberia.

Siberia stretches from the Ural Mountains in the west, to the Chukotka Peninsula in the east, to the Arctic Ocean in the north, and to the Trans-Khingan Mountains in the south.

The climate here is harsh, the population is sparse, and it has become a world-famous death zone after the change. Although it is now gradually stabilizing, some special zones around the world have taken shape, just like the former Chocolate Hills of the Philippines, the Salar de Uyuni, the Magic Well of Brazil, and the Danxia Landform, which have become new coordinate wonders.

The west and center are relatively normal, and the northeast has completely fallen. It's a warm summer outside, and the snow is flying all over the sky, and you can see a vast white world and endless world.

And in this almost pure color of the world, a small black dot is speeding through the snow. The man was dressed in a wide black robe with a hood that completely obscured his face.

She galloped for a moment, stopped by a flowing glacier, and looked up. The cold wind, mixed with snow particles and ice spikes, tossed the hood, revealing short chestnut hair and a white female face.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are slightly thicker, sexy and hard coexist, and the most special thing is that the eyes, the same as Quinta, one black and one silver.

“……”

She watched for a moment, and her silver pupils suddenly flickered, as if coated with a layer of silver-plated luster, and then flew out with a ray of light, turning into a vague humanoid virtual body.

It flew high into the air, hovered for a few breaths, and then returned to its eyes.

"Chased me all the way, and I didn't get rid of it, idiot!"

The woman was very disdainful, put on her hood and walked back, running straight in the direction of Zhongnan.

Her feet are fast, the soles of her shoes are close to the snow, and a thin layer of frost is attached, and she is a hundred meters away. It didn't take long for her to reach the edge of the snowfield, and she stepped out again, bringing a few withered snowflakes with her.

Inside, there is no day and night, and there is no sunshine, but outside it is dusk, and the blood-red sunset that wants to fall drags out a long sorrow on the vast wilderness.

The woman walked for a while, and suddenly a deserted town appeared in front of her, and another long-broken road passed through it. It was still a long way to get back to the stronghold, so she entered the town to take a break.

"Look at these desolate and unrepentant men, the judgment of the gods is coming, and we will return to our homeland, and you shall not have eternal life......"

The woman muttered to herself, found a relatively clean room, and was about to get some food, when suddenly a spirit, like a fried cat, flashed black and silver pupils at the same time.

The murderous aura skyrocketed, and there was a look of shock and fear on his face. The next second, she climbed onto the roof and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

The sunset seemed to carry the cold of the night, burrowing into his tail vertebrae, and swooping all the way up. She only felt that her back was getting colder and colder, and she didn't care about any supplies, pulled out an afterimage and turned around and fled.

"Whoa!"

She plunged headlong into a small broad-leaved forest to the west, and the foliage rustled.

The breath always followed unhurriedly, through every leaf, along the veins of the grass stems, the texture of the trunk, the slightest penetration, making myself feel more and more clearly.

Vast, slaughtering, sharp, ruthless!

She wasn't even sure if the other party was a human, or if the ancient beast elves who had inadvertently angered this wasteland were playing tricks on themselves.

She could only fight with all her strength and run frantically.

At first, the woman also tried to pass through the place where the buildings gathered, but she soon found that nothing worked. It's like the most ordinary air, you can't see it, you can't touch it, but it's always around you.

From the wilderness to the forest to the meadow...... After coming out of the town, for two whole days, the more the woman fled, the deeper the fear became.

The pressure forced her to think, and even vaguely, there was a strange consciousness that hinted that she was going to safety. She unconsciously approached the stronghold of the sect, and the breath lingered behind her, showing no sign of slowing down.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

By the evening of the third day, the sun was still there.

The woman had reached the limit, and she was crawling through a large larch forest, and in a trance, there was suddenly a figure in her sight, the same black robe.

"Lilia!"

The man spotted the woman and ran over and said, "What's the matter with you, so late?"

"I, I ......"

Both of them closed their mouths at the same time, and their eyes were on a low hill not far away.

The remnants of the pine forest, the glow like blood, dragged out a thin long shadow, illusory, real and false.

The visitors walked very slowly, but every step was like stepping on the rhythm of the pine wind, perfectly blending with the breath here, vast and profound, and full of natural harmony.

"Oh? ”