The competition between the top 32 and the top 16 is over, except for Zhen Cheng and Wu Lei who killed their opponents, the other competitions are basically over after separating the winners and losers, and there are no more lives.

After a day off, the draw for the round of 16 was still held at dusk.

In order to avoid the last incident, this competition was presided over by the Eighth Ancestor and the Second Ancestor in person. Wu Xin and Zhen Cheng could only stand aside and watch, waiting for the draw like everyone else.

The competition of hundreds of people, now there are only sixteen people left, and if you go further, you can get the dust pill.

Sixteen into eight will automatically produce eight, and the other two will be produced from the failed eight.

The rules formulated by Zhen Cheng are similar to the Shijie Cup football match in the secular world. It's just a bit brutal to pick the remaining two from the eight losers.

The eight losers are going to stand in the ring together, and the remaining two of Zuihou make it to the top ten.

After the top 10 are generated, take a three-day break, and then continue to draw lots!

Of course, after entering the top ten, you will have a dust pill, if you don't want to have a more haode ranking, it is not impossible to give up the next competition.

It seems to be the consensus of everyone that cultivators should look down on fame and fortune. But thinking about the first big competition of Jindanmen, the seats of these top ten masters are still very attractive.

"Zhen Cheng to Wu Lei!" The Eight Ancestors held a bamboo tube with a special signature number inside. In front of everyone's eyes, the second ancestor came to draw lots, and then the eighth ancestor announced the results aloud.

Zhen Cheng and Wu Lei were the third to be drawn, and the eighth ancestor raised the two sticks above his head, as if to tell everyone that our lottery was really fair, and after turning around, Zuihou stared at Zhen Cheng and said, "If it's okay, the two of you come to the front and sign your names!" ”

"Yujian is a rookie, you can definitely enter the quarterfinals this time!" What strength Wu Lei has, Wu Xin knew it when he first saw Wu Lei in Savage Mountain. Zhen Cheng can slap the opponent casually, and he can abuse him as much as he wants.

Wu Xin, who had been worried that Zhen Cheng would draw those old men, was extremely happy and waited for Zhen Cheng to come forward and sign his name. But the strange thing is that Zhen Cheng actually stood in place stupidly, motionless.

"Silly, hurry up and sign the word!" Wu Xin didn't dare to shout, so he pushed Zhen Cheng and reminded in a low voice.

Zhen Cheng was stunned, Wu Lei had already signed his name, and stood beside the Eighth Ancestor with a confident face.

Zhen Cheng came back to his senses, and walked towards the Eighth Ancestor with slow and heavy steps.

Long Feifeng Wu signed his name, and Zhen Cheng bowed respectfully to the second ancestor and the eighth ancestor.

"Something?" Zhen Cheng bowed silently, which made the Eighth Ancestor very puzzled and annoyed, "The lottery hasn't been completed yet, hurry up and talk about something!" ”

The second ancestor sat without saying a word, looking at Zhen Cheng majestically. If Zhen Cheng dared to talk nonsense in public, the second ancestor decided to humiliate Zhen Cheng.

"May I ask the two uncles, can't I change my current competition with Wu Lei's junior brother?" Zhen Cheng's voice is not high, and the speed of speech is neither fast nor slow.

"Nonsense! Of course! Do you dare to question the fairness of our draw? The Eighth Ancestor's face darkened, and he asked rhetorically in an unkind tone.

"If I give up this competition, can I still participate in the loser's competition?" The rules are set by Zhen Cheng, but with the two ancestors and eight ancestors, Zhen Cheng still has to let the two of them give themselves a definite answer.

When he found that the second ancestor appeared at the lottery site, Zhen Cheng knew that today's lottery was not simple! What kind of cultivation he is doing now, Yizu and the others must know. In such a situation, I was separated from Wu Lei, how to fight this competition?

If you win Wu Lei in public, it will be equivalent to humiliating an ancestor, so how can you mix it up next? If he is like everyone else, pretending to admit defeat in the competition, not to mention the dust reduction pill, losing face in such a way is definitely unbearable for Zhen Cheng.

It's easy to win Wu Lei, but if you want to win the competition, it's difficult. Under the trade-off, Zhen Cheng felt that it was better to challenge the high difficulty.

Although on the surface, it seems that I have suffered a bit by doing this, but in fact it is not. Except for the scene between himself and Wu Lei, the other fights must have been fierce. Everyone knows that it is easy to defeat one person, but it is difficult to defeat seven. But this may not be the case, although the losers are eight, but there may not be many who are really combative.

If you give up the competition with Wu Lei, you can save time to cultivate, and you can deal with those seven losers with leisure. Wouldn't it be better to stand out from the crowd of eight?

"Give up?" The second ancestor's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Zhen Cheng like a monster.

"Okay!" Wu Lei, who was standing beside the second ancestor, was full of excitement. I was very proud in my heart, hum, at a critical time, you are still afraid of your ancestors! usually looks like a cow, but at a critical time, it is not a flattering product.

“weishenme？” The Eighth Ancestor was straightforward, blurted out, and scolded, "If everyone gives up, then what's the point of the competition?" How can we account for it without a reasonable reason? ”

The other people who came to draw lots also looked at each other, and some good things had already begun to whisper.

"Is Zhen Cheng having a problem with his brain, he won Wu Lei and was in the quarterfinals, why did he give up?"

"Are you stupid? Who is Wu Lei's descendant, have you forgotten? Zhen Cheng This is a disguised flattery and easing relations! Last time, because of the lottery, Zhen Cheng lost the identity of the young master, this time, he definitely wants to make a sycophant! ”

"Not necessarily, there must be something hidden! Could it be that Zhen Cheng was seriously injured when he fought against Liu Qiang? ”

"Nonsense! One trick solves it, and I get a bird injury! ”

Although the voices of the people were not loud, the Eighth Ancestor and the Second Ancestor all heard it.

"It's time to tell us why, otherwise, we can't say yes! Be fair! The second ancestor motioned to Wu Lei not to speak, and asked majestically and fairly, "If you think there is a problem with the way we draw lots, you can bring it up!" If you give up the competition in public, what will it make other people think? Do you want others to think that our Jindan Gate can't tolerate outsiders? ”

As if he expected that the Eighth Ancestor and the Second Ancestor would not agree immediately, Zhen Cheng bowed again without hurry, and then said in a serious voice, "Although I have entered the Jindan Gate for the shortest time, I have never regarded myself as an outsider. My masters, my master, didn't treat me as an outsider. I do this today, there are three main reasons, first, Wu Lei and I are brothers in the same sect, I remember the first day of apprenticeship, the master and his old man warned us, not to kill each other, if there is any conflict of interest, the older should be polite to the young! If I compete with Wu Lei's junior brother, it will be against the master's wishes, and I will violate the door rules, so I want to abstain and let Wu Lei's junior brother advance, and I will challenge the more difficult and dangerous competition! ”

"Oh-" The crowd suddenly realized, and some of the older monks nodded in appreciation.

"What else?" Zhen Cheng's reason, in the eyes of the Eighth Ancestor, is simply a fart. Now it's a competition, how can you be polite? If all the courtesy comes first, then what kind of dust pill is still fighting for, it is better to forget one by one. But Zhen Cheng's reason is also difficult to refute, because there is indeed a rule in the door rules that respect the old and love the young.

"Second, I don't compete with Wu Lei's junior brother because I have been inspired by the previous competitions! In the last few days of cultivation, I have realized some things, so I want to seize the time to cultivate! I think the two masters also know that sometimes, once the opportunity arises, you have to seize it! I don't want to miss the opportunity to become enlightened because of the competition! ”

"That's a good reason!" The second ancestor nodded yes, although the eighth ancestor still wanted to scold Zhen Cheng for a few words, but he couldn't find a reasonable excuse and reason.

"Third, Senior Brother Wu Lei, although he is lower than me in terms of cultivation, he is from a famous family! As the saying goes, if you go out of the door, I don't dare to say that I will definitely win! Because I am in a hurry to enlightenment, when I am distracted, I may lose! So the result is also five or five. Wu Lei's junior brother can advance to the top 16, and he must also have outstanding skills, so it is not a wise move for me to take the initiative to admit defeat! ”

"Oh! Truly! The Eighth Ancestor and the Second Ancestor glanced at each other, and felt that Zhen Cheng's reason was reliable.

Zhen Cheng's voice was loud, and many of the people who came to draw lots also stopped talking and began to think about their next competition.

Although Zhen Cheng abstained, he still has a chance to compete for the remaining two places! Although there are only four quarter-finals, it will take three days to complete. Zhen Cheng waits for work, and once he and others fail, he has to face to face with Zhen Cheng. Although Zhen Cheng's cultivation is only in the middle stage, if he and the others fail, will he definitely not be injured?

Except for the uneven strength of Zhen Cheng and Wu Lei's competition, the other competitions are all equal. Like Zhen Cheng, who took the initiative to abstain and admit defeat, other people really can't do it.

"Silly!" The big haode opportunity was just let go, and Wu Xin stomped his feet angrily. But since Zhen Cheng has made a decision, Wu Xin can only support it. complaining about Zhen Cheng in such a public, Wu Xin would not do it.

"Your reason is tenable, since you choose to give up, then sign it and wait to participate in the loser's competition!" The first ancestor's order was to keep Zhen Cheng out of the top ten. Zhen Cheng gave up, Wu Lei was successfully promoted, and he had an explanation from the first ancestor.

As for whether Zhen Cheng can rush out of the eight losers, it depends on the situation of the quarterfinals.

"Thank you, Second Master! Thank you, Uncle Bashi! Zhen Cheng bowed respectfully again and said in a deep voice, "When the competition comes, I won't go!" In order to hurry up and cultivate, I will go back to the medicine garden now! ”

"Yes!" The second ancestor spoke, looking at the back of Zhen Cheng leaving, and a thick killing intent burst out of his eyes.

"What a disappointment! I wanted to have a big fight! Depressed! Everyone cast their eyes on Zhen Cheng, and Wu Lei felt very uncomfortable. Skinless and faceless complained loudly, hoping to attract everyone's attention.

"Keep the draw going!" The Eighth Ancestor glared at Wu Lei and continued to shout loudly. I don't know Weishenme, Zhen Cheng withdrew from the competition, and the Eighth Ancestor also felt that Yi Xing Shan couldn't lift his spirit.

PS: Because of the duty, the master didn't even eat dinner, so he hurried up! Looking at the flower list and not moving, the master is really in no mood! Not a single flower has risen, how can it be embarrassing! Don't look at the quantity, look at the quality, the Master's attitude is also worth a few flowers, right? Hurry up and put a few flowers on your shoulders to comfort your master's wounded heart, okay?