Lin Dongtian is in the Ding ring, number 1314, and the number of the two people in the surrounding image array will automatically appear, and the winner will automatically participate in the next round of the game. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, the game began.

In the T-shaped ring, the duel at the moment is No. 396 and No. 75.

Both are very young and come from the same sect.

Sure enough, after the two of them came to the stage, No. 75 arched his hand to No. 396 and said, "Senior brother, senior brother is not your opponent, I abstain." ”

After that, the seventy-fifth stepped down.

The first scene ended, and the onlookers were shocked, but they also understood.

Fighting in the same door, no matter who wins or loses, the winner has to consume a little spiritual power and reduce the combat effectiveness, which will have a more or less impact on the next battle.

"Thank you, junior brother!" Number 396 said.

……

The next one is a showdown between No. 157 and No. 881.

"Disciple of the Heavenly Dome Academy." Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, looked at the number one hundred and fifty-seven on the stage and said.

Eight hundred and eighty-one looked at the other party, he was a young man in his twenties, his face remained unchanged, he was a casual cultivator, there was no sect of teachers, but it did not affect that he was facing a disciple of the three major academies.

"Please advise!" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy on the one hundred and fifty-seventh saluted slightly, and on him, he could clearly see the imprint of the academy.

"It's really worthy of the disciples of the three major academies." The crowd of onlookers saw the young man's childish face, but he exuded the spirit of a strong man.

Bite......

With a crisp sword roar, a bright light flashed.

The young man took out his sword, with the sword qi of Sen Ran, and rolled towards the scattered cultivation youth.

The speed of the shot is eye-catching.

The young man's eyes were constricted, but he was not flustered, and with a big slap of his hand, a spear pierced out from behind, and swallowed it like a poisonous snake with lightning speed.

An inch long and an inch strong, the spear was like a fierce snake out of a hole, and it intercepted the young man's sword.

The blade of the sword was as thin as fine paper, but it did not tremble when it touched the spear.

The two of them each took a step back.

The young man's face did not change, but the young man's expression was still the same, holding the long sword in his hand, the human sword was one, and the Tiangang swordsmanship unfolded.

The young man has a long spear, the marksmanship is tame, and it spreads out like a big river, and the momentum is thin, and the young man's swordsmanship is firmly suppressed.

Soon, the boy began to show his defeat, and his body kept retreating.

Soon, with a bang, a long sword flew high, and a spear was coldly pointed at the young man's throat.

"You've lost!" The young man looked at the young man coldly and said.

Eight hundred and eighty-one won.

……

The next few battles were all exciting, the battle continued to be white-hot, and the whole square erupted in bursts of cheers.

Some people say that in the A-word ring, someone was crippled by his opponent.

Some people also say that in the unitary character ring, the enemies actually met, and the fate was so unfortunate that they were automatically arranged to fight together, and finally took revenge.

Every battle was transmitted in the surrounding image array, and the onlookers could see it clearly.

……

In the T-ring, a player looks at his opponent lying on the ground, turns away, and the victory is already decided.

Three hundred and thirty-three wins.

She is a friar from the six sects of the Southern Academy.

……

"The next one, one thousand three hundred and fourteen, two hundred and ninety-eight." The image rune array clearly showed Lin Dongtian's number.

The crowd was excited again, waiting for their showdown.

As for who the numbers 1314 and 298 are, many people do not know and do not care.

What they want to see is blood and fierce battles.

Lin Dongtian walked through the crowd and towards the ring, and when he got closer, he jumped lightly and stood on top of the ring.

……

In the crowd, Mama He rubbed her eyes, looked at the figure on the image array, blinked, and bumped Lu Gong next to her with her elbow: "Hey, Old Man Lu, is it Brother Lin in the stand?" ”

Lu Gong heard the prestige, looked at the back in the ring, and rubbed his eyes, it was too familiar.

He hurriedly shook Zhang Gong: "Brother Zhang, do you see if that is Brother Lin?" ”

Zhang Gong, who was still happily explaining the battle just now to a few aunts in the neighborhood, said impatiently when he heard this: "What is Brother Lin not Brother Lin?" Didn't you watch me busy? ”

"Xiaohe, why don't you come to my house tonight, and I will give you a detailed answer." Zhang Gong stroked Xiaohe's shoulder and said softly.

"Dead ghost, I'm not afraid that my old Zhu will come back and kill you." Xiaohe glanced at Zhang Gong and sneered.

"Look!" Lu Gong turned Zhang Gong's head, and the latter had to look in the direction of Lu Gong's finger.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Lin?" He said in surprise.

"It's just, doesn't he know how to cultivate?" He looked at He Ma and Lu Gong and asked in surprise.

……

In the ring, Lin Dongtian was standing, and opposite him was No. 298, from Sanxiu.

He was the same age as Lin Dongtian, he looked thinner than Lin Dongtian, his face was pale, but his lips were bright red like blood.

Lin Dongtian squinted his eyes, the man in front of him gave people a very dangerous feeling, his realm had reached the blood training stage, and he stood in front of him, as if there was a beast staring.

When Lin Dongtian was looking at him, he was also looking at Lin Dongtian, and at this time, his eyes were also slightly constricted.

Lin Dongtian gave him the feeling that it was like a deep pool, bottomless, the secret method he had cultivated, he could peep at the other party's slight cultivation, Lin Dongtian's cultivation was indeed the same as him, and it was the same period of blood training.

But it felt even more dangerous to him.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous signal suddenly came from his mind, his already pale face changed even more, and a huge and incomparably powerful force suddenly came from the back of his neck, silently, and an extremely cold aura was about to burst out from his whole body.

But his eyes were black, and at the last moment of his coma, he only felt a strong palm hit his stamina.

The audience was stunned.

"What's going on?" Everyone looked at each other, and they really didn't understand, why did one of the two who was still standing at the beginning fall?

Under the T-ring, the crowd was talking, looking at Lin Dongtian, but his face was full of doubts.

But when it fell on those monks, their faces changed dramatically.

They didn't know Lin Dongtian, but they saw Lin Dongtian's shadow.

Ghostly speed, ghostly erratic.

"Did you see that?" In the crowd, a monk asked his companion.

"Senior brother, I didn't see it." The companion shook his head and said.

"Have you seen this man?" Among the monks gathered on the side of the Heavenly Dome Academy, when they saw Lin Dongtian's movements, they asked.

"I've never seen or heard of this person." Everyone in the same house shook their heads and said.

Suddenly, the voices of discussion rang out.

"So it's him?" Some people recognized Lin Dongtian, the person who had been in the preliminary competition, so these people immediately told the people around them what they had seen and heard that day.

"That's what you said he was doing when he was playing?" The person next to him asked incredulously.

"That's natural, he was motionless at the beginning, and the opponent flew out of the ring like this, and then I heard that it was someone who was powerful, so he knocked the opponent out of the ring with one move." The man said triumphantly, as if he had a share of his credit in the game that day, and he looked at others with a happy face.

"You know, this is the most open game since the start of the battle, hehe!" He looked at Lin Dongtian on the stage and said with a happy smile.

……

In the ring, Lin Dongtian looked at the two hundred and ninety-eight who had passed out in a coma, and then looked down and walked away.

When the noisy crowd saw him coming down, they suddenly quieted down and automatically made way for him.

Look at him, as if looking at a monster.

"Brother Lin, why did you go up and down again?" In the crowd, Mama He's loud voice sounded.

Everyone looked, but it was He Ma who greeted Lin Dongtian beside her.

"Go up and walk!" Lin Dongtian smiled and walked towards He Ma and Lu Gong.

"North Street's flatbread Mama?" Among the mortals, someone immediately recognized He Ma, and looking at He Ma's familiar face, a flash of lightning suddenly passed through his mind.

"He's Master Lin? Master Lin who disappeared for nearly half a year? The man looked at Lin Dongtian's back, and finally remembered the scene when he went to Taixue Mansion to ask for a sketch last year.

"Who is Master Lin?" The person next to him immediately asked.

"He is Master Lin, the Master Lin who makes Du An paper expensive." The man pointed to Lin Dongtian's back and said.

Wow......

The crowd erupted again.