The next step is the qualifiers, in which more than 90% of the contestants will be eliminated, leaving only 16 people to advance to the open-air competition.

After all, it is the first official martial arts conference, although the model transplants the tradition of the martial arts world, but because there is no ruler for reference, there are a lot of players who have signed up for this year's competition, and they are even more mixed, all walks of life have participated, and they all think that they have a chance to impact the championship, but they don't know that people with such thoughts may be difficult to enter even the top 50.

Therefore, it is very necessary to hold a qualifier and select the elite among them.

With the organizers hanging the schedule of the martial arts tournament decided by pre-draw on the wall, the qualifiers will soon begin.

Players find their own competition area according to the number plate obtained at the time of registration and the schedule map on the wall.

"Senior Brother Muyang, I'm in Ring 4." Oia finds the corresponding ring according to her number.

"I'm in Ring 9."

"I'm in ring 11."

Asso and Lida excitedly said that they didn't meet in the pre-selection, which shows that they were lucky.

Mu Yang took his number plate and said with a smile: "I'm in the 8th ring, our luck is good, we didn't meet in the pre-selection, you play normally, and you have a good chance of entering the top 16!" ”

When Oya and the other three junior disciples heard Mu Yang say this, they were immediately full of confidence, clenched their fists, and looked expectant. The whole fist shook slightly due to the force.

"Ah, Muyang, you're so fast." A man in an orange martial arts uniform squeezed out of the crowd and came to Muyang and them.

"Sun Gohan, you're also arriving very quickly!"

Mu Yang looked at the visitor with a smile.

Sun Gohan laughed: "It took a lot of time to come from the Five Elements Mountain, but I finally didn't miss the registration." As he spoke, he put his number plate in his hand and showed off, "Hey, what about your beautiful fiancée, why isn't she with you?" ”

Mu Yang smiled: "Mejia has actually come, but she hides in the crowd and refuses to show up. ”

Sun Gohan was stunned, reacted that this might be the fiancée's game, and shook his head: "I don't know what you're doing." ”

At this time, Mu Yang introduced Sun Gohan to his junior disciples, "Iya, Asuo, and Lida, this is the apprentice of the 'God of Martial Arts' Wutian Teacher - Sun Gohan, who has been cultivating in the temple with his senior brother for a period of time. ”

He said to Sun Wuhan again: "These three are my junior brothers, and they will also participate in this session of the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting." ”

"Hello." Sun Gohan greeted generously.

"Hello."

The three junior disciples also politely returned the salute, and the young man in front of him, like Senior Brother Muyang, had also received cultivation in the temple.

They had heard from their senior brother about the cultivation of the temple, and those who were qualified to practice there must be very great martial artists. What's more, the other party was still a disciple of Teacher Wu Tian, so several people looked at Sun Wuhan's eyes, in addition to surprise, they were also curious.

"You're welcome, by the way, what's your number?" Mu Yang smiled and asked about Sun Gohan's entry number.

"No. 532, No. 4."

"Didn't that collide with Oia?" Mu Yang said in surprise. The 768 players were divided into 16 rings, that is, 48 in each ring, and only one person could qualify in the end. The purpose of the world's No. 1 martial arts club is to determine the first place, which can be said to be very cruel.

"I'm also in ring 4, it seems that my luck is not good!" Oia said, shaking her head helplessly.

Originally, I thought that with his strength, he had the hope of qualifying, but who knew that the goddess of luck did not favor him so much, and actually divided him in the same ring as this Sun Gohan, that is the senior disciple of Teacher Wutian, a strong man who has also practiced in the temple, he has a premonition that the hope of qualifying is leaving him, is there anything more tragic than this?

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?!" Sun Gohan said in surprise.

But that's what the game is all about, and luck is also very important in the process.

"Don't be discouraged, it's important to participate, even if you meet Sun Gohan, you can experience a high-level battle process, isn't it a reward?"

Mu Yang patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

Oia adjusted her mentality, hugged her fists at Sun Gohan and said, "Please take care of me then." ”

Sun Gohan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you down when the time comes." ”

After speaking, he looked at the black crowd, shook his head and said, "There are so many people here!" ”

"yes." Mu Yang also nodded.

There are indeed a little more people who come to participate in the world's first martial arts meeting this time, looking at their full ambition one by one, presumably the vast majority of them are running for the championship or ranking, right? Of course, there are also many prescient people like Oia, Asso, and Lida, who have the idea of "focusing on participation" from the beginning, and never expect to win the championship.

And for them, what Mu Yang and Sun Gohan can do is not to let each other leave regrets in the game.

At this moment, a gong sounded, and a staff member with a loudspeaker announced: "All the contestants, please come to their respective rings, the competition will start soon." ”

"Let's go, the game is about to begin."

"I wish you all the best of luck." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he walked towards the No. 8 ring.

"Come on!"

Sun Gohan and the others also got serious, nodded, and went to their respective arenas.

At this time, in front of the No. 8 ring, Mu Yang glanced at the black crowd in front of him, although it was grouped, there were only 48 people in each group, but because some of the contestants were particularly huge, one person occupied a large area, and it still looked very crowded.

As the referee on the side of the ring announced the numbers of both sides of the match, Mu Yang saw a gray-haired werewolf and a stout man in animal skin enter the ring.

Soon the game began, and the gray werewolf roared, roared and clenched his fists, and smashed hard at the strong man. The fierce battle attracted bursts of exclamations from the contestants in the audience.

Mu Yang looked at it calmly and shook his head slightly.

The above two people are obviously not descendants of the traditional genre, and their movements and routines are very rough, relying on brute strength...... It seems that with the gradual officialization and expansion of the world's No. 1 martial arts club, the contestants have begun to lose their level, and they really dare to go to the ring.

"There is more than brute force, but there is no order, and those who don't know think they are two woodcutters."

Mu Yang just glanced at it twice, and he roughly knew the result of the game, in fact, for this kind of competition without any foundation and very similar strength, it is the most difficult to tell who wins and who loses, because everything is possible! But comparatively speaking, the werewolf has a better chance of winning. Sure enough, not long after the game began, the gray werewolf gradually gained the upper hand with its bestiality.

"It's clear that werewolf is going to win."

The contestants in the audience exclaimed and began to comment.

"Boom!" The gray werewolf jumped up and slammed an attack on the strong man's chest, and the strong man fell to the ground and let out a violent tremble.

As the referee blew the whistle, the gray werewolf roared to win the match and advance to the second round of the tryouts.

The competition continued, with 48 players in Ring 8 and 24 matches required for the first round of selection. Mu Yang stood in the corner with his hands on his chest, and he was about to fall asleep after seeing the boring game.

Hey, this year's contestants can't do it!

Mu Yang's eyes looked around boredly, and he saw the situation in the ring next door.

The girl in a light cyan cheongsam named Merry stepped into the ring at this time, and her opponent was a shirtless man.

Mu Yang looked at it, and couldn't help but smile on his face, Mei Li's opponent was actually the third runner-up of the so-called World Fighting Championship that provoked the Tianxinliu Martial Arts Hall a few days ago - Oman.

"It's really a narrow road, this guy just lost to Niss, and now he actually committed it in the hands of Mejia, it's really bad luck."

Mu Yang shook his head, but he wanted to see how Mejia, disguised as "Merry", bullied that ignorant but arrogant martial artist.

"Little girl, I'll let you strike first."

Martial artist Aman behaved quite generously, since he was knocked down by Niss with a punch, he could be regarded as a painful lesson and reflected on his previous arrogance, but he would never have thought that a girl he casually met in the martial arts club looked so delicate, but in fact he was also a very powerful master.

“…… Then you're going to lose. The other party's cold voice came.

"Huh?"

Aman's eyelids jumped, as if he sensed a hint of something wrong, and as soon as a hint of foreboding rose in his heart, he heard a thud and a thump in his chest. The violent impact immediately sent his heart into arrest, and Aman's face began to turn blue, and his brain fell backwards in a dizziness.

"How can this be, this woman is also so powerful!"

“…… Could it be that this is the world's No. 1 martial arts association? ”

In the moment before he lost consciousness, Aman's face was full of incredulity, and he actually lost to a girl about twenty years old. Knocked down with just one blow, is his third-place finish in the martial arts world made of mud or water? It's too weak!

No, it's not that he's too weak, it's that those martial artists are too perverted.