Jiang Shusheng returned to Mr. Liu's mansion and began to write day after day.

Time flies, time flies. The annual Ground Ranking Tournament is coming as scheduled, and everyone is gearing up, looking forward to shining in the ring and winning applause.

The competition is divided into ten groups, and each group will select the top ten, and the top ten of these ten groups will form the top ten players of this time, that is, one hundred players.

Then the 100 places will compete again, and the rankings will be ranked according to the competition points, and then the top 10 players in the competition points will face off in the ring.

In view of the fear of having a particularly good luck, I have not met a strong opponent, the points obtained by luck are higher, the ranking is relatively high, and I can't distinguish the real top strength, so the top ten fights are fought one by one, that is, everyone has to fight the remaining nine people once. In this way, the top 10 rankings are carried out according to the wins and losses.

Through Mo Bai's narration, the grouping of the Holy Dragon Temple is as follows:

An Ran and Tang Tianle are in a group.

Sakura Ki herself is in the third group.

The stones themselves are in four groups.

Matcha and Aoi are in five groups.

The rest of the Holy Dragon Temple did not participate in the competition of the Ground Ranking Competition. Shi Dun and the Tree Demon were based on Jiang Shusheng's instructions and did not participate in the competition of the Ground List Competition, and Fu Bai and Bai Xiaosheng were not good at fighting.

In the past six months, Stone, Matcha and Xiaokui have all broken through to the realm of martial artists. Although there is still a little gap between the newly established martial artists and the old students who have achieved martial arts for a while, it is not so obvious.

"Every time you win a ring match, you get a point, all right, let's get started. The sound of ink and white fell, representing the beginning of the ring match.

An Ran came to the waiting area, waiting for herself to be drawn. Looking at the battle on the field, An Ran couldn't raise any interest, such a battle, in his opinion, was really a bit weak.

"In the next game, An Ran will play against the black eight. ”

Before An Ran could play, he saw a young man full of anger appear in An Ran's sight, with a black mask on his face, only leaking a pair of calm eyes. Wearing a black cape, a blood-colored skull printed on the back, and holding two black scythes, the whole look looks creepy.

The black old eight jumped forward, and appeared in the ring in the next moment, the cloak behind him swishing in the wind. Holding his scythe high in both hands, he shouted loudly, "Scarlet Skeleton!"

"The blood-colored skeleton and blood flower dance, only my eighth master is eternal. ”

"The blood-colored skeleton and blood flower dance, only my eighth master is eternal. ”

"The blood-colored skeleton and blood flower dance, only my eighth master is eternal. ”

......

With the shouting of the black old eight, countless people around him shouted loudly with the same shape of the black old eight, and in an instant, the ring here became the focus of attention of countless people in this group.

An Ran looked at such a momentum, such a shape, and was speechless, didn't she just fight in the ring?

An Ran didn't jump up like the black old man, and walked to the ring step by step, every step was extraordinarily calm, but with every step, the thunder arc on his feet was condensed.

"you, you're still a beautiful chick. However, the eighth master will not pity the jade, so when I meet the eighth master, I can only blame you for being unlucky. After the black old man finished speaking, a thick black mist appeared behind the cloak, gradually blocking the entire ring.

An Ran watched as he was gradually surrounded by black fog, blocking his vision, his brows were slightly clustered, and he thought in his heart: "It looks like a little strength, I hope it's not an embroidered pillow." ”

"Boom... Little girl, do your strongest defensive state, the scythe in my hand doesn't recognize people, this is the first battle of the eighth master, or you can also be your eighth master merciful, give you three seconds to prepare, three seconds later, slowly enjoy the eighth master's trial from hell, truly..."The voice of the black old man came from all directions, and the last oozing laughter has been echoing in An Ran's ears.

An Ran looked around, there was only a thick black fog, and the so-called black eight's figure could not be found at all, even so, it was impossible to wait for those three seconds, An Ran's hand suddenly thundered, a lightning bolt split, and the thick black fog was split, but An Ran did not find the figure of the black eight, and after a while, the crack that was split by lightning was then covered by the black fog, and the entire ring was pitch black again.

Since a lightning bolt doesn't work, go ahead and add more.

An Ran's body turned rapidly, and every time he turned in one direction, a bolt of lightning burst out. By the time An Ran finished turning around and returned to his original position, eight lightning bolts had already burst out, but everything was between the calcium carbide sparks, and it was only a matter of a moment.

An Ran looked around, but didn't find the figure of the black old eight, could it just be that he was avoided?

"In that case, let's have an all-round one. Thunderland Lotus - Blooming. As soon as An Ran's voice fell, a lotus flower that was quietly blooming floated out of his hand, but this lotus flower was completely compressed by countless thunderbolts and was blooming at a speed that seemed extremely slow.

It's too late, it's fast, the lotus flower that seems to be blooming slowly has turned into a huge lotus, which has been magnified countless times, An Ran stood on top of this lotus, and infinite thunder and lightning were released from the petals, and the infinite black mist was retreating outward with the lotus as the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the black fog of the entire ring disappeared, the current ring turned into a sea of thunder and lightning, and endless thunder arcs flickered, but no one found the figure of the black old eight.

An Ran was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked up and found that the black old eight was rushing towards him with a hurry. The two black scythes, like reapers from hell, reveal an eerie aura.

"Bloodhell-Scythe. ”

The scythe in Hei Laoba's hand emitted two blood-colored blades, and rushed towards An Ran in a cross.

"Lei Lian-Bang. ”

An Ran didn't have time to react, a miniature version of the Thunder Lotus rushed towards the two blood-colored blades, and the Thunder Lotus collided with the blood-colored blades, reducing most of the attacks of the two blood-colored blades, looking at the blood-colored blades that continued to attack.

"Thunder arc step - flash. ”

An Ran flashed, dodging the two blood-colored blades, and the two blades slashed on the ground of the ring, and a ravine suddenly appeared.

The crowd of blood-colored skeletons in the audience all cheered at this time.

"The eighth master is mighty, the eighth master is mighty!"

......

An Ran ignored the cheers from the audience, and was just about to attack, the vitality in his body was stunned, and the speed of the vitality decreased rapidly, An Ran's face showed a trace of anger, looking at the eyes of the black old eight, a little angry.

"Boom... But it seems to be too late, my Bloody Hell's Mist isn't that fun, or you think I'm not attacking you, it's really making you gather your strength and let you find me? It's just for you to absorb a little more poisonous mist. Hei Lao Ba said with a smile, he is really a person who will do anything to win.

An Ran said angrily: "You are despicable, you actually poisoned?"

The thunder element in the body was rapidly mobilized, and he wanted to force the toxins in his body outward, but he found that the more he mobilized the vitality in his body, the more the toxins spread, and the situation in his body became more and more serious.

"Boom... Don't waste your efforts, my blood hell mist is to devour vitality, if you are forced out so easily, then I don't have to mix up. My blood-colored skeletons don't have to be mixed up. Boom... Prepare to accept the sanctions of the Eighth Master. Boss Hei looked at the pretty beauty, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart.

"Such a beautiful beauty, suitable for being caught and taken back as Mrs. Zhai, is it insulting my eighth master's majesty to be bullied like this?" The eighth master did not hide his inner thoughts, but said loudly, as if it was for himself, it seemed to be for An Ran, and it seemed to be for the members of the blood-colored skeleton in the audience.

At this time, the members of the blood-colored skeleton in the audience all cheered: "The eighth master is mighty, first win the ring, and then take the beauty." ”

When Hei Laoba heard this, he smiled and said: "Since my brothers have said so, then don't blame me for being black-hearted, beauty, my Hei Laoba is here." ......"

An Ran's brows furrowed, as if she had made a decision.