And now when I take a closer look, I find that it is really not a false name, and the martial arts realm is as unfathomable as an abyss, which is awe-inspiring. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time, they all understand that Deng Yi will be their strongest enemy.

Deng Yi also didn't dare to slack off, got up and saluted one by one, these three people are all young men, at this moment, they can have the strength to enter the sainthood, all of them are the top talents of existence, worthy of respect.

Wang Ningyu also got up and greeted each other one by one, although they had already greeted each other before, but now it was different.

As the only woman, Wang Ningyu has a feeling of being alone, but at the same time there is a trace of bitterness, she is the only one present who relies on external forces to enter the sainthood, and she can't help but feel a little sad.

"Everyone has their own path, and your path seems narrow now, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't go further. It's a wonderful world, and no one knows what the future will look like, so you don't need to worry about it. Deng Yichuan said with relief.

Wang Ningyu's heart was full of warmth, and he nodded sweetly to Deng Yi, and the haze in his heart was suddenly swept away.

The position where Deng Yi and the five people sat was a luxury box, and ordinary players sat in the public seat below, because the ticket price was not expensive, only one or two pieces of silver, so the audience was innumerable, dense, and could not be seen at a glance.

Don't worry about sitting far away and not being able to see clearly, this is the open sky game, and the perspective of sitting in any position is the same as that of the front row, which can meet the best needs of every player.

The reason why the audience is only to set off the atmosphere of the arena, otherwise Pangu can allow any player to watch the game at any time from any position, and it is also a 360-degree all-round viewing without dead ends.

With the passage of time, the change of power, the annexation of some small countries, and the remaining 163 national divisions in the world, each with 100 World Championship places, for a total of 16,300 people.

There are more than 16,000 people, and the first thing to do is naturally the knockout round.

In the first round of elimination, the opponents of the players are nine first-class masters arranged by the system, each using different martial arts and blades. Players must kill them in turn, and the top 50% of the shortest time will advance to the next round.

"Deng Yi Daoyou, don't you observe our opponents?" As soon as the rules of the first round came out, Deng Yi sat cross-legged and began to meditate and practice with his eyes closed, and Shujat asked.

"There's no need to waste this time, knowing the enemy too thoroughly makes it even more boring to play." Deng Yi said.

"Makes sense." Watt nodded, and began to meditate as well.

The others followed suit, and all began to meditate with their eyes closed and their internal strength.

In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that although they are talking about it so much, in fact, it is because the players below are too weak to be worth the waste of energy on them who have become a saint and powerhouse.

The first round took nearly an hour, and then the second round began, this time against no one, but 8 different types of Trap Beasts, all of which had first-class strength.

Players need to make these trap beasts lose their combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time, and the top 50% of the shortest time to use will also advance to the next round.

In the face of these invulnerable iron bumps, all the players feel a headache, this is definitely a very test of will and energy, it is impossible to determine the victory or defeat with one move, you can only grind slowly.

But no matter how much headache you have, you have to bite the bullet, and the players have no choice.

The second round was intense and lasted four and a half hours. The long and fierce battles made the players as tired as dogs.

But the audience is cool, thousands of battles can be switched at will, you can watch whoever you want, watching these guys who are high up on weekdays being abused, I can't help but feel secretly happy, you also have today!

The short one-hour break ended quickly and the third round of eliminations began.

The opponents in this round are seven people, all of them are first-class and high-class strength, and they also hold different blades, but they are practicing the same kind of martial arts, and they have formed a set of combined attack formations, once they are operational, the attacks are endless, and they are very powerful.

This time, the rules have also changed slightly, and instead of taking the player who beats their opponent the fastest, the top 50% who hold the longest time will advance to the next round.

In other words, the vast majority of players in this round will be abused badly.

The audience is very enjoyable, whenever someone is abused to the point that his nose and face are swollen, and he is killed by various blades in various ways, they will clap their hands and shout hello, and the atmosphere is very warm.

The fourth round was even more inhumane, and it was actually a break into the formation, and the top 50% of the farthest broke through advanced to the next round.

The way the players died in this round is even more bizarre, and it is normal to boil and drown, such as ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, such as being crushed into a meatloaf by a giant ship, which is all home-cooked food.

There is only what you can't think of, and there is nothing that you don't have here.

The fifth round is five alien beasts, the sixth round is four shadow assassins, the seventh round is an illusion, and the eighth round is a saint-level opponent.

In short, except for the first two rounds of players who can defeat their opponents, the latter is basically abused to the end. Only a few extremely strong players can barely resist one or two, and everyone else is as miserable as they are.

Everyone understands a truth, the Nine Heavens Martial Arts Conference is not so easy to participate in, and the prizes are not so easy to get.

The ninth round, which can also be said to be the final round, is a war between players and players, with the remaining 54 people screened from the first eight rounds competing for a place in the top 27.

Well, the top 27, this number feels weird no matter how you look at it, very weird. Is it thirty-nine twenty-seven? What is this arrangement? Whether it is the audience or the players, they are all confused about this.

What can really understand the truth is the five saint-level players in the luxurious box who have been meditating and cultivating so far.

One-on-one matches, real strength collisions, in order to give the audience a better viewing experience, only two groups at the same time each time.

Those who can break all the way here are all super-first-class masters, and there is not much difference between each other's strengths and weaknesses. It was also very time-consuming, with 27 matches lasting a full day and a half.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's an exciting time to finally decide the top 32 players in the world after three days of intense competition."

At the end of the 4-hour break, Pangu had a bad taste for a short and chubby ugly host, with a fat body and a strange outfit, which even made it difficult to distinguish his gender, and the only thing desirable was his magnetic and charming voice.

This wonderful host spoke amazingly as soon as he appeared.

What the? Top 32? Is there any mistake, it's obviously the top 27, why did it suddenly become the top 32? Everyone gathered face to face, even the contestants were confused, and they didn't understand what the hell was going on.

However, the wonderful host did not give everyone more time to think, holding the microphone in one hand and pointing to the sky with the other, and announced loudly: "Next, let's randomly assign opponents for the top 32 players!" Big screen, scroll up ......"

As soon as the host's voice fell, eight huge screens appeared in the sky, and the background of the screen was the wonderful picture of the top 27 competition, and strings of words that were too fast to read were rolling wildly on it.

After scrolling for about a minute, the host shouted, "Come on, let's count one, two, three." ”

"1, 2, 3 stop!" The audience shouted loudly.

"It's out!" The host shouted again in an extremely excited voice: "In the first matchup, Deng Yi, one of our five seeded players, will face Lee Jae-hee, who is known as the martial god." Here's two of them! ”

Rumble! The audience exploded instantly.

"Didn't Deng Yi not participate in the competition? Why did it suddenly become the top 32 again? ”

"Stupid, you, you said you were seeded. Ma Dan, actually parachuted directly to the top 32, which is a bit excessive. What does this make other desperate players think? ”

"That's it, and there is no relevant information revealed in advance, Nima is still 5 at a time, I really don't know what the hell Pangu is doing, it's too much."

"Now Lee Jae-hee is miserable, I can't stand this face beating, the key is to beat myself, who to reason with!"

"Not only Lee Jae-hee, but the face of the entire cold country was beaten by themselves, and they lost face and face!"

"It's just that Pangu is too insidious, he actually came out like this without saying a word, and the pit people don't bring it so ruthlessly!"

"That's it! And Master Deng is too enduring, he was scolded like that on the forum, he still didn't say a word, if he explained, it wouldn't be like this. ”

"I don't think people even bother to explain ......"

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, some questioned, some ridiculed, and more gloating, and it was very lively.

Even the know-it-all couldn't help but sigh on the forum: If the matter is not until the end, never make a conclusion, I can be regarded as a teacher.

Of course, the most exciting are the players of the Chinese and Han countries.

Huaguo players are remorseful, the more severely they scold, the more embarrassed they are at this time, and their intestines are remorseful, and they blame the idol in their hearts, the heroes of Huaguo, and the biggest hero of Huaguo.

Almost instantly, Deng Yi's forum area was filled with apologies. Almost more than half of the billions of players in Huaguo have blamed him, and they are full of repentance at the moment.

And the players of the cold country are as disgusting as eating flies, choking in their throats and unable to swallow and spit out, how uncomfortable and uncomfortable they are. It's just that the original picture was quick to talk, and he said all the cruel words, but now it has become a loud slap on his face.

The only hope left is that Lee Jae-hee can defeat Deng Yi so that he can regain face. It's just that the next host's words instantly shattered the thoughts of players in the cold country.

"Wait, I want to ask, what are the basic conditions to become a seeded player and go straight to the top 32?" One of the contestants asked unwillingly.

The host glanced at him, smiled ecstatically, and said: "The basic condition for becoming a seed player in this Nine Heavens Martial Arts Conference is to enter the sainthood, as long as you become a saint powerhouse, you can also enjoy the treatment of a seed player."

But next time, next time, or next time, the conditions for becoming a seeded player in the round of 32 may be different, only more demanding. Because there will always be only eight spots for the top 32 seeds. Dear contestants, do you understand? ”

After speaking, the host rewarded the contestant with an ecstatic flying kiss, which scared him all over.

In the face of the host's explanation, all the contestants fell silent. Sanctification! Well, there's really nothing wrong with letting them go straight to the top 32.

In the face of the strong saints, the players are very self-aware, knowing that they have no chance in front of them, and the gap is too big, so big that people can't find the confidence to win.

However, they are all full of resentment against Pangu's method, originally everyone was gearing up and preparing to compete for the first place, but now it is good, and it is good to directly parachute into five mountains, which instantly shattered everyone's thoughts, which is too cruel.

We should also remind you to some extent, so that everyone can be prepared, and it will not be like now, with ups and downs and extreme discomfort.

No matter what other people's mood is, anyway, Lee Jae-hee's mood is like turning over the river and the sea, and the embarrassment is no longer enough to describe.

In short, it's like being constipated for a few days, and my face is blue and purple for a while, how ugly and ugly it is.

Deng Yi put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and didn't even look at Li Zaixi.

This is contempt, naked contempt, and he doesn't even choose a weapon, and he doesn't slap his face like this, Li Zaixi couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Deng Yi, as the head of a faction and a lord, so insulting, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you for losing your temperament?" ”

Deng Yi smiled when he heard this, and said, "Li Wushen, don't laugh, please please." ”

"You ......" Deng Yi didn't argue with him at all, but Lee Jae-hee was speechless.

In retrospect, I have always been shouting like a clown jumping off the beam, in addition to adding to the jokes, it is to bring humiliation on myself, and who else can I blame.

"Die!" Lee Jae-hee only felt that his face was hot, and he couldn't help but roar angrily, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Deng Yi in the heart.

Deng Yi always stood with his hands in his hands, without moving, and let the long sword stab at him.

With a ding, Lee Jae-hee's long sword seemed to be stabbed on an iron plate, and it was difficult to move in.

"Ahh Lee Jae-hee shouted, holding the sword in both hands, steadying the horse under his feet, and using the strength of his whole body to push suddenly, and suddenly the long sword was bent into a bow shape under the push of the huge force.

However, Deng Yi always carried his hands behind his back, didn't move, and didn't even look at Lee Jae-hee, as if it wasn't him who was competing now, and it wasn't him who was stabbed by the sword.

Lee Jae-hee exerted his strength to eat, his face turned red, like a monkey's buttocks, but it was useless, and the long sword never advanced except for bending more and letting out an overwhelmed moan.

"Hey, you've let me down." Deng Yi sighed lightly, the muscles in his heart shook, and Lee Jae-hee flew out with a sword like a broken sandbag.

Burst! A mouthful of blood spurted out, Li Zaixi held the long sword, climbed up with difficulty, and looked at Deng Yi with hatred, this mouthful of blood was not beaten, but angry.