The people of the crocodile group looked at each other, not understanding what Wen Yiming meant by the falk oil, Gong Bin also didn't understand, but he also knew that it was not a good word, smiled coldly, got up again, beckoned the team members to go and register, and pointed at Wen Yiming before leaving, and nodded his finger, "Does the guard chief bow Hao know?" is one of today's judges, wait to be killed." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info hum!"

Wen Yiming knew that this matter could not be good, and he had no way to reverse it, so he gave Gong Bin a middle finger, "Stupid, Nima can kill me." ”

In Sai Yaren's pretended treacherous smile, Gong Bin nodded viciously, waved his hand and led people away, Sai Yaren was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he whistled twice, and was slapped on the top of his head by Yiqing and a pastry, as if he was styling hairspray.

Wen Yiming sensed that Gong Bin had gone to the high platform alone, and exchanged words with a forty-year-old middle-aged man for a while, pointing in his direction from time to time, he knew that the middle-aged man should be the guard longbow Hao, and there was a ghost fire in his heart, and the killing machine was already running around in his body.

The whole registration process took more than an hour, and with a dull horn blowing, the arena gradually fell silent.

A middle-aged man in armor with 10,000 characters on his chest, a military general who was in the early stage of cultivation, strode into the middle of the ring, and jumped into the ring in the middle, almost roaring, "A certain is a wolf attacking Wei Biao, the captain of the bee army, whether he is alive or dead, he is disabled, who dares to seek revenge before attacking Yutang Mountain, kill-!"

Wei Biao's angry roar exuded a trace of murderous aura, his hand touched the war knife on his waist, and when the aftermath settled, he then roared: "Each person's number plate has a number, start from the first number to the cross ring, be optimistic about your own number, the number of thirty in the ring does not maintain the number of two, and those who do not come to the stage will be automatically eliminated." Those who fail to lift the iron pier and walk in a circle will automatically roll down; those who come to the stage must report their team and name, and can only admit defeat in the battle, and once the battle is over and want to admit defeat, they must wait until the next challenger comes to the stage to enter the battle, and the two sides of the battle exceed 60 numbers, and the judgment is up to its own decision. The loser is regarded as a negative contest, and kills! Now, the contest begins!"

There are many rules, and others have nothing to do, and when they first entered the northern Xinjiang, they were completely shocked by this inhuman rule. Especially the last one, if you are judged to lose 60 in the competition, you will be killed, which is completely desperate.

As soon as the roar fell, Wei Biao turned around and stepped into the cross ring, standing on the edge, and acting as the on-site referee.

A man who was less than thirty years old stepped into the arena, jumped up, and turned around in a dashing manner to clench his fists towards the judging area, "The villain hangs Liu Bi, a member of the Heavenly Mercenary Group, please be merciful for a while." ”

As he spoke, he hugged his fists around again, and before he could walk to the iron pier, he was kicked down by Wei Biao and fell to the audience at a loss.

Wei Biao coldly glanced at Liu Bi, who slowly got up and didn't dare to make a sound, and scolded: "Hang the sky, right? There is no opponent, why are you reporting your bird name? Do you want to fight with Lao Tzu? What a fuck!"

Laughing in the field, Wei Biao swept the rest area on the edge of the arena and shouted: "Special rookies, give Lao Tzu a long memory, start timing from the moment you get in the ring, Lao Tzu repeats it again, and the dozen people who can't lift the iron pier to walk around will eat Lao Tzu's kick." No. 2, which miscellaneous skin is it, and he still hasn't come up with Lao Tzu. ”

In addition to the laughter in the audience area, the rest team on the edge of the arena was silent, all of them forced their breath, afraid of leaving a bad image for Wei Biao.

A shirtless man almost ran to the ring, rushed up and almost hit the iron pier, leaned over and grabbed the edge, and lifted the iron pier with a loud shout, his face was flushed, and before he was halfway, Wei Biao took the iron pier with one hand, and then kicked it away.

Wei Biao didn't shout, but Wu Xiu, who was on the stage's turn, had already rushed out at the moment when the man was kicked, which made Wei Biao very satisfied and gave the clever Wu Xiu an encouraging look.

Wen Yiming asked Amon and Zhong Xiaoshan, knowing that the number plates of the two were one hundred and three and twenty-seven respectively, and he was three hundred and thirty-two, only to know that the number plates were issued casually and not in order.

At this time, the encouraged martial arts cultivator had already completed the initial test, and was waiting for a tall man to rush out to lift the iron pier.

"Xiaoshan, you are the twenty-seventh, can the iron pier work?" Wen Yiming took out a bottle of powerful potion and handed it over.

Zhong Xiaoshan looked at the two people who had already started fighting in the ring, and took the powerful potion without politeness, and said, "I can barely lift it!"

Wen Yiming had a number in his heart, and it was estimated that Zhong Xiaoshan would not be able to complete it within ten numbers, so he transmitted the sound to Yun Duo and said: "Yunduo, when you enter on the 26th, you are going to increase Xiaoshan's strength and hide a little." ”

After speaking, he pulled Yiqing and Saiyaren to block the clouds.

The battle on the field is quite fierce, sixty is one minute, to decide the winner, almost all means, to fight to the death.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the ring has changed hands several times, and in the desperate situation, where a little bit is stopped, it is all a trick to try to divide the winner within sixty.

One of the martial cultivators who lasted the longest also only accepted three challenges and was defeated, and almost every battle would see blood and even be disabled, but there was no death yet.

In the follow-up, there were two martial cultivators who insisted on reaching sixty numbers, and the martial cultivators who were sentenced to lose were beheaded by Wei Biao on the spot, making the next competition comparable to an inhuman fighting beast.

As there is more and more blood in the ring, the atmosphere in the arena begins to be depressed, and it is a life if you are not afraid of death, all of them tighten the entire heartstrings, and secretly decide to go on stage and shoot ruthlessly, the sooner you solve the battle, the higher the safety. This makes the fight in the future even more tragic.

The audience area was different, one by one roaring, applauding again and again when they saw the blood soaring, and instructed their followers to keep betting in the gambling area.

After the twenty-fourth martial arts cultivator held on for a while, he sat cross-legged directly, not wasting a little rest time, while slowly pranayama, while watching the twenty-sixth fly onto the stage, the iron pier rose in response to the loud shouts, and walked a circle in seven seconds, and after putting down the iron pier, he didn't have time to catch his breath and gave up his hand to sign up, "Crazy knife team members, Wu Jiang!"

The defending champion has held the name and does not need to report it again. Wu Jiang's voice fell without hesitation, and the single knife that had already been sacrificed went straight to No. 24.

Wen Yiming secretly sighed that this way of playing is cruel enough, the wheel battle is to make the opponent unable to rest, saying that it is to give the defender a thirty-second rest time for each game, in fact, from the end of the battle to the challenger entering the stage and then lifting the stone pier, and then self-registration number, the thirty seconds are arranged quite compactly, just right.

And the defender can't rest at all, he is always on guard, and the super fast pace is quite draining.

After a fight, you can't admit defeat, you have to do it in the battle, and the slightest distraction in the battle will lead to a different place, this rule is indeed ruthless enough, and Wen Yiming has to accept it.

After No. 24 challenged No. 23, he had consumed too much physical strength and true yuan by No. 25, and his arms were even more bloody, and he couldn't even stop the blood.

"Wow!" the audience roared and cheered, this was the first person to win by killing since the competition, and won many people's bets, and ordered his subordinates to shout Wu Jiang's name.

When the 24th showed signs of defeat, Zhong Xiaoshan had already squatted off the bench, adjusted the center of gravity to the best state, filled the true qi, and rushed out just waiting for the defeat on the 24th.

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