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

Five days after the blink of an eye, the 50 disciples had decided to take a day off as usual before the third round. This time the real name was announced. In addition to the disciples who perform well on weekdays, there are also some unexpected superiors who are lukewarm, down-to-earth and diligent.

The rules of the Swiss round were introduced earlier, but they are not complicated either. After calculation, Sumire determined the specific number of rounds, and the first round was randomized, and then the score was as high as possible to the high score, and the low score was to the low score.

The winner gets 10 points, the draw is 5 points, the loser gets 0 points, and the top 10 with the highest total points are chosen. However, due to the announcement of their names, everyone made targeted preparations. They usually get along well and know their own characteristics more or less.

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

Guan analysed each of the 50 players, rated them, and estimated the results of the first round and the minimum number of points each player needed.

For example, in the S-shaped file, its strength is significantly stronger than that of a piece, and Zheng Xinkai is the only one. He plays round after round, and as long as he continues to win seven games, he can get the top 10 points for promotion.

1. The strong, with Zeng Keer, You Yu and Xiao Lei as the main players, won all the weak and all the strong, and maintained Zheng Xinkai's level. They can basically move forward.

In the second division, the Volkswagen players will win all the matches against the weak, maintain the balance with the strong, give up the match against Zheng Xinkai, save their stamina, and still have the hope of qualifying.

These things are like throwing effervescent tablets into a glass of water and gurgling to stir everyone's enthusiasm. Some even open the door and set the odds.

At this point, the so-called top ten prizes are almost guessed.

There are only two words: congenital!

At present, there are 17 innate masters in the Ming Dynasty. The Taoist temple also has three promotions, for a total of 13. There are three in Phoenix Mountain, plus the old man of Meishan.

The outside world doesn't know if the government exists, but if you think about it on your toes, it certainly is.

In addition, there are non-governmental forces, such as shamanism, which has maintained the image of a darling since the northwestern diocese was purged by Lao Gu. However, in terms of their genetic and secret methods, it is not difficult to cultivate innateness.

In the seventh year of the original constitutional calendar, the situation was reversed. Now is the era of cultivating immortality 2.0. Any organization that wants to share a piece of soup must have natural leadership.

Therefore, the disciples had a score in their hearts, and the next thing was a stronger desire to win. Fifty people would definitely peck at each other a plate of really awesome chicken, well, it's still a plate of chicken.

......

Mauritius, Siberia.

Siberia begins with the Ural Mountains to the west, ends with the Chukotka Peninsula to the east, the Arctic Ocean to the north, and the Transkhingan Mountains to the south. It has a very large area and is roughly divided into the western plains, the central plateau, and the eastern mountains.

The climate here is very cold and the population is very small. After the change, it has become a world-famous death penalty area. Although it is now gradually stabilizing, some special areas around the world have been formed, 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 western and central parts are relatively normal, while the northeastern part is completely occupied. In the summer, it's warm outside, and snow is flying all over the sky. Looking around, we can see a vast white world.

In this near-pure color of heaven and earth, a small black dot moves rapidly in the snow. The man was wearing a large black robe, and his hood completely covered his face.

She ran for a while, stopped in front of the flowing glacier, and looked up. A cold wind mixed with snow particles and ice spikes tore over the hood, revealing short chestnut hair and a white female face.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are slightly thick, sexy and hard at the same time, and the most special thing is that the eyes, like Quinta, have a black pupil and a silver pupil.

“......“

She looked at it for a while, and her silver pupils suddenly flickered, as if coated with a layer of silver luster, and then a light flew out, turning into a vague human virtual body.

It flew high in the air, circled a few times, and returned to its eyes.

"After chasing me all the way, I haven't lost it, fool!"

The woman was very disdainful, put on her hood, and walked back, heading straight for the south-central direction.

Her feet walked very fast. The soles of her shoes were covered with snow, covered with a thin layer of frost. Slipping and falling 100 meters away at a time. It didn't take long for her to reach the snowy border, and after one more step, a few withered snowflakes fell.

There was no day or night inside, but outside it was dusk and the setting sun was red, dragging a long trail over the vast wilderness.

The woman walked for a while, and suddenly an abandoned town appeared in front of her, and another long-damaged road passed through. There's still a long way to go back to the fortress, so she heads into town to take a break.

"Look at these desolate, repentant people, the punishment of the gods is coming, we will return to our homeland, you will not live forever......"

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

The murderous aura of his whole body skyrocketed, with a look of surprise and fear on his face. The next second, she climbed over the roof and looked around, but no one was there.

The sunset, which is about to sink, seems to carry the chill of the night, burrowing into the tailbone and rising all the way. She just felt that her back was getting colder and colder, and she didn't care about any materials. She pulled out a remnant of a shadow and fled.

"Whoa!"

She plunged headlong into a small broad-leaved forest in the west, the branches rustling.

The breath always follows slowly, penetrating each leaf, along the veins of the grass stems, the texture of the trunk, penetrating every thread, making me feel clearer and clearer.

Expansive, cold, sharp, unforgiving!

She wasn't even sure if the other party was human or if the ancient beasts and ghosts that had offended the wasteland were playing with themselves.

She could only run away desperately.

At first, the woman also tried to walk through the place where the buildings gathered, but she soon found that it had no effect. This seems to be the most common air. You can't see or touch it, but it's always haunting you.

From the wilderness to the forest to the meadow... From the town, for two whole days, the more women fled, the deeper the fear.

The tremendous pressure forced her to have no time to think, and even, vaguely, there was a strange consciousness that hinted that she was going to a safe place. She unconsciously approached the teaching base, breathing behind her with no sign of slowing down.

"Wheezing... Wheezing ......"

On the third night, the sun still set.

The women had reached their limit, rolling and crawling in a large larch forest, in a trance, when suddenly a figure appeared in their sight, the same black robe.

"Lilia!"

The man found the woman and ran over to her and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you so late?"

"I, I ......"

The two men closed their mouths at the same time and looked at a hill not far away.

The pine forest still glows like blood, dragging out a thin and long shadow, unreal and unreal, like real or fake.

The visitors walk slowly, but every step is like stepping on a fine loose rhythm of the wind, which blends perfectly with the atmosphere here, vast and deep, full of natural harmony.

"Oh? ”