"Is it a violation to play with blessings?" Luo Jia thought about it carefully, as if there was no such rule in the rules.

"Although there is no explicit rule, the mighty gods have never been allowed to interfere in regular competitions. The Heavens Race is the ability of the younger generation of players, otherwise the world's luck will be distributed directly according to the strength and weakness of the realm masters from all walks of life, so why bother to start a spiritual cultivation competition. ”

Aoba believes that most of the players' coaches have already filed a complaint with the organizing committee, just like him.

The demigod blessing is greater than the explosive potion reaction, and Qianshan shouldn't have participated in the first place.

The organizing committee initially agreed to Qianshan's participation, probably for the sake of his resurrection, thinking that he would not be able to get the ranking anyway, just to experience the atmosphere of the Youth Championships, and if anyone complains, the results will be canceled after the competition.

But now Qianshan's results are too good, as if he was enlightened by the wind god, Wenbi entered the second, if Wubi is also a little stronger, the total score can be in the top three.

The organizing committee is likely to make mistakes and pass the buck, and wait until they receive the world's luck to determine whether the results count.

When the results of Wenbi came out, Luojia broke the record again with a score of more than 10 points.

Several records in the past are from the Jialan Realm, and although they have been recognized by the Heavens Comprehensive Law Alliance, all walks of life believe that they contain water.

This time, the record comes from the official Heavenly Competition, and it is the Life Realm Vine Star City that has just ended the chaotic war, the law fluctuations have not completely subsided, and the spiritual power of the Creation Realm Field is not perfect, coupled with the influence of psychological factors, this should not be Luojia's best result.

Those who watched the game sighed: He is worthy of being a talented player who can shout the slogan of "invincible peers".

Whether present or not, professional scouts who pay attention to the results of the game have recorded the name of Luo Tiannu.

Before the martial arts, many players took the stage to draw lots to match their opponents.

This time, in accordance with the latest rules promulgated by the Zhutian Comprehensive Law Alliance, the round-robin system is a round-robin system, and all players fight against each other.

100 players, you have to play 99 rounds.

There are too many games, and it is naturally impossible to play only one game a day as in the past, but to shorten the game time, playing two games a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

That's it, the whole Wubi will also last for a month.

Because it is going to be played for everyone anyway, the lottery is no longer so important, everyone's interest is not high, the eyes of Qianshan are not right, there is no warmth when there is no condolence, it is sour and cold, and the sight is like a frozen lemon.

If it weren't for the camera balls around, I'm afraid it would have been sneering.

Xingliuhe crushed the small ball in his hand, watched the green grass float to the top of his head, searched left and right, and saw Luojia with a small grass growing above his head, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"It's not that bad luck, is it?!"

Luo Jia also had a cold face, feeling extremely unlucky.

She hates planetary life, the shell is hard, the blood is too thick, she can only rely on the war spirit to send her life to sharpen, the first game consumes too much world power, and the next game will be difficult to fight.

"I suggest you throw in the towel." Luo Jia pulled the corners of his mouth, and gently turned the small world that floated back: "This time I have a few new war spirits, all of them have the magic power to attack the core of the world, and the power of the world is more majestic and heavy than before, how many times can your little star resist?" Four times? Five times? Or seven times eight times? ”

Xingliuhe hugged the small world and snorted heavily towards Luoga.

"Humph! You don't care how many times I can resist, even if I lose, I will consume the power of your world, drag your world down, and let you not be defeated in the next game, and you will not be able to win the championship! ”

"Hehe, then you can only not lose the next round of the next round." After Luo Jia finished speaking, the psychological warfare was over, and he turned around and flew towards the Creation Field.

"It won't be me anyway." Xingliuhe was very hard in his mouth, but he was full of tears in his heart.

He didn't want to fight the pervert at all, and neither did Little Star.

But admitting defeat in the first game is a bad sign.

"I have such a good relationship with you, you can't let me, anyway, I won't affect you to win the championship, and it can save you the power of the world."

Starstream River muttered and flew up to the Creation Field after Luoga's ass.

"If I let you, wouldn't it be a match-fixing? No way. Luo Jia snorted back, then pointed to the other side: "Your safe zone is over there." ”

"It's obviously human, and it's not human at all." Xingliuhe glanced at Luo Jia resentfully, and flew to the opposite side.

The two of them were talking trash talk, as if they had turned against each other, and the audience watching from the sidelines was particularly worried.

There was a barrage in the live broadcast room, half of which was to persuade Luo Jia not to provoke Xingliuhe, lest the opponent be annoyed and angry and really fight with her;

The other half persuades Xingliuhe not to make his temperament hard, no matter how rigid the little star is, the power of the world can't fight the Tiannu, no matter how good the situation is, it will be a lose-lose, what should I do in the next game? Losing one round in ninety-nine rounds is nothing.

When it was really time for the game, Luo Jia delegated the battle to the war spirit, Emperor Ye coordinated, Mr. Kong Ming formulated the battle plan, and Lu Xiaoji, who was good at making friends, was in the middle to contact and reconcile the atmosphere.

There are many war spirits, in order to show their faces in front of Luo Tiannu, and in order to grab credit, everyone is scrambling to fight, especially the few war spirits who have not yet been on the field.

The last to appear were the eighteen gods of Tiance Mansion and their eighteen armies and regiments, with 50,000 soldiers.

Thanks to the postponement of the competition, the cultivation of the soldiers has all broken through the heavenly level under the conditioning of Luojia for more than a month, and although the cultivation of the divine generals is only the peak of the heavenly level, they have all activated their exclusive supernatural powers.

Tens of thousands of soldiers appeared in the arena, the generals rode horses and tigers, the power of the world around them flowed, the soldiers were also full of armor, the weapons were shining, and the battle clouds above their heads formed a giant dragon, raising their heads and preparing for attack.

"No, such a big formation, do I thank you for being able to afford it, or thank you for being too affordable!" Starstream River was taken aback.

Time didn't allow him to think too much, and the bell was already ringing for the start of the game.

Xingliuhe didn't want to admit defeat before the fight started, so he pulled out the little star, directly used the planet as a weapon, and smashed it towards the center with the most soldiers.

"Gale!"

The 50,000 soldiers roared in unison, the battle clouds above their heads became more condensed, and the dragon swung its tail and threw the little star that smashed over like a big shuttlecock with the help of its strength.

The little star circled around the air a few times and smashed into the corps again.

"Gale!"

The soldiers roared again, and the dragon changed its position, pressed its horns against the smashed star, and then shook its head to throw the star away.

And over and over again.

On the Genesis Field.

The little star is like a leather ball, bouncing around, but the ball is too heavy, too hard and too big.

The dragon also became more and more agile in battle, from shaking its head at the beginning of the tail swing, and gradually soaring through the clouds, flying around the little stars like a play bead.

Xingliuhe saw that Xiaoxing was having fun, and saw that the spirit of the soldiers in the arena was gradually tired, and the world consumed was not a few, and he suddenly felt that he had a plan and buried himself in regulating the world.

The audience watched you go back and forth to shoot the ball, some watched it with relish, and some couldn't cry or laugh.