Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mock Battle

Three days before the ranking battle, Mr. Wen led everyone to familiarize themselves with the competition venue in advance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From Lin Zhi's point of view, this place is just an ordinary square earthen ring, about half a person high, but Mr. Wen seems to have a sense of honor for this platform.

He patted the edge of the ring and said proudly: "My Dongyang County is the largest county in Xinping City, and every year, the talents transported by the main city are also the best in the city. ”

"Next month, you and the others will all go to Xinping City to receive more advanced teaching, but only the top three in this ranking battle will have the qualification to choose their own cultivation direction, and the others will study alchemy first."

"There are a total of 48 people in this group, and the draw is divided into 12 groups, and the top two in each group will be eliminated until the top three are produced."

"The rules are simple. A belligerent loses when they are judged defeated, concede defeat, or are knocked out of the ring. ”

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When Lin Zhi heard this, his eyelids jumped unconsciously.

Round-robin and knockout rounds are easy to understand, but what does he mean by "failed decision"?

She asked Li Meili softly: "Beautiful, is it up to Mr. Wen to decide who wins or loses?" ”

Li Meili cautiously raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Wen, and found that he was talking endlessly about the tradition and glorious significance of the ranking battle, so she whispered: "Yes, but this is a big matter, and he is not the only one, the main city of Xinping City will also send someone to jointly adjudicate." ”

Lin Zhi didn't think much about it, knowing that it wasn't for the dictatorship of this flattering Mr. Wen, he smiled heartily: "That's good......"

"Nyingchi!" Mr. Wen noticed her snickering again, and directly named her, "Laughing so happily, it seems that I am ready to do enough." Come on, come up and simulate! ”

"Simulation?" Lin Zhi was a little surprised.

"Come on stage." Mr. Wen surprisingly didn't scold her this time, but pointed to the ring gently, "This is an extremely rare opportunity to familiarize you with the venue and play better in three days." ”

Although Lin Zhi was a little puzzled, he also knew that this was indeed a good opportunity, so he went on stage to feel it.

Mr. Wen stroked his beard again, glanced in front of everyone, pondered, and said, "Find you an opponent, huh...... Liang An'an, you come to learn from Lin Zhi. ”

Liang Anan came out as he said and bowed slightly to Mr. Wen: "Yes, sir." "The elegant posture of everyone's ladies and the smug Lin Zhi made a judgment.

In fact, Lin Zhi's heart also has a lot of fluctuations. She has a certain confidence in her current strength. In addition to Lan Jia and Xiao Ling, who are completely impossible to defeat, Liang An'an, who is also strong, is her biggest hidden danger, and this simulated battle is her best chance to find out.

Liang Anan also stood in the ring and said to her softly: "Sister Lin, An An is polite." ”

"An An! Come on! Beat up Sister Sesame! Xiao Ling and a few of his doglegs shouted loudly.

Lin Zhi only felt a chill, and hugged his fist at Liang An'an and said, "Miss Liang is polite." ”

After the routine greeting, the eyes of the two girls became sharp and attentive at the same time. Between the lightning and flint, the spiritual energy overflowed.

Liang An'an's arm turned into a bladed spirit snake and struck at Lin Zhi's chest.

"An An! Slap her in the face! ”

Lin Zhi frowned slightly, stared intently at Liang An'an's movements, jumped up, and went straight forward to meet him!

Her steps were light and agile, her fingers hooked, and she grabbed up with lightning speed.

"Squeeze the pimple off her face!"

The two clashed, and Lin Zhi could clearly feel that whether it was spiritual power or speed, she was superior!