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The rules of the preliminary round are simple, and that is to draw lots. Whether the opponent is strong or weak depends on luck.

It is naturally a lucky thing to draw the weak, but it is not so lucky to draw the strong. Because everyone only has one chance to fight! If you fail, you will be eliminated.

A total of 200 people participated in the preliminary round of the Lightning Hall. The first lottery will determine the top 100, and the second lottery will determine the top 50.

After everyone had drawn lots, Deacon Ding's voice came again.

"Now please draw the disciples from one to the fifth to come into the ring."

The ring is large and can fully accommodate ten people to fight together. There are 200 disciples in the preliminary round, and 10 people fight together, which saves more time than two people fighting.

The rules of the battle are simple, defeat the opponent, or one side will take the initiative to admit defeat!

"Look, Jiang Wuhen has come to power!"

"Oh my God, who is so unlucky to become Jiang Wuhen's opponent in the first competition."

The crowd suddenly became noisy, because Jiang Wuhen had already taken the lead in the ring, and they were already mourning in silence for Jiang Wuwu's opponent.

In the previous competition, even if Jiang Wuhen wanted to release the water, there was no way. Unless it is the final top ten competition, if Jiang Wuhen is in a good mood at that time, he can still release the water once. After all, the top 10 will qualify for the finals. Jiang Wuhen didn't have much interest in being the first in the preliminary round of the Lightning Hall.

Soon, nine other people also walked into the ring.

Jiang Wuhen said domineeringly: "Whoever gets the No. 1, get out of the ring by yourself." I'm too lazy to do it. ”

Jiang Wuhen's words fell, and a thin cultivator smiled bitterly and raised his hand: "It's me, the water is in the city of justice, but, I won't admit defeat." ”

Obviously, this is the miserable youth who drew the endless middle river.

Although he is not Jiang Wuhen's opponent, he can't be defeated without a fight. What if his ambition and courage can favor the Lightning Hall?

"Good! Have courage. But if I tell you to get out, you'll have to get out! ”

Get lost!

Jiang Wuhen's voice kept drifting, and his whole body suddenly released a terrifying momentum. Under the shroud of his momentum, his opponent knelt directly on the ground.

Then, Jiang Wuhen just stomped his feet on the spot.

Rumble!

With a muffled sound, the cultivator's body flew directly from the ring.

Being knocked out of the ring is also tantamount to failure.

Stomp your feet and defeat your opponents. This is the strength of Jiang Wuhen. He stood on the stage, his eyes were like a dragon, and he seemed to have the momentum of looking at the world. glanced at everyone domineeringly, and Jiang Wuhen walked out of the ring.

"Jiang Wuhen, we love you. This year's number one is definitely yours! ”

In the audience, the who admired Jiang Wuhen shouted at the sky, expressing their support for Jiang Wuwu for the first time.

"This Jiang Wuhen is so strong. Is the young master his opponent? ”

In the audience, Fang Ling's voice came, and they had already lined up to come in.

Sima Han smiled and said, "You have to believe in the young master." As long as he makes a move, there is nothing that cannot be done. ”

On the side, Meng Nishang just looked at Zhang Yifeng and didn't speak, but it could still be seen from the hands she held that she was a little worried.

After all, this is a hidden door.

"It's boring."

In the ring, Jiang Wuhen shook his head, and then walked out of the ring domineeringly, after he came down. The other eight men then began to fight.

"No. 2, He Jia, XX City, He Aili, thirty years old, please advise!"

"No. 3, XX City, Hu Tiande, twenty-seven years old, please advise."

These contestants are much more polite to each other. They report their names and ages, and in addition to showing respect to their opponents, another point is to let Lightning Hall judge their potential from their age.

It doesn't matter if you are weak in cultivation, as long as you are not old and have potential, there is still hope to join the Lightning Hall.

In short, for the sake of the top ten, in order to get the favor of the Lightning Hall, everyone exerted one hundred and two percent combat effectiveness. They all showed their most powerful side to the Lightning Hall and to thousands of audiences.

Because among these audiences, there are their friends, their relatives, and those expectant eyes, all of which are their motivation!

Transform!

In the ring, the beast spirit is flying.

All kinds of beast blood are breathtaking.

Almost all of the people who came to participate in the competition were beast cultivators, and those who did not awaken the blood of beasts were not eligible to sign up, and Zhang Yifeng was able to sign up because of Jiang Wuhen's words.

Time passed, about half an hour later.

The fourth group began to come to power.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng also stepped into the ring. His number is twenty.

"I'm number eighteen, who's like me?"

In the ring, ten people, saying their numbers to each other, looking for opponents.

Zhang Yifeng's opponent is a young man of about thirty-three or four, in Huaxia, his thirties are middle-aged, but in Yinmen, he is still young.

This young man looks very ordinary, but his cultivation is not ordinary, but unfortunately, he met Zhang Yifeng.

"White Dragon City, Zhang Yifeng, twenty-one."

"Gale City Shape Family, Form Spirit, Thirty-Five."

The two exchanged their names and a battle began.

The man named Xinglie obviously did not underestimate the enemy, even if Zhang Yifeng was fourteen years younger than him, he also carried out the beast cultivation transformation for the first time.

The beast blood obtained by Xinglie is the blood of a grizzly bear, and the bear blood is also a relatively powerful beast blood. It's a little more powerful than normal beast blood.

After his transformation, his body became extremely tall, like a mobile fortress. The palm of the hand turned into a bear paw, which looked strong and powerful, giving people the feeling that a slap could make Zhang Yifeng afraid of death. And his aura is comparable to the late stage of the grandmaster!

"It's the kid."

At this moment, Deacon Ding saw Zhang Yifeng, and she still remembered this arrogant boy. After all, when this kid first came to sign up, he arrogantly told her that he was going to decide first.

"Huh? Doesn't you change your body? Was he scared silly, or was he really not a beast cultivator? ”

At first glance, Deacon Ding frowned. This kid's opponent has transformed into a half-orc, and the furious aura is rolling up gusts of wind. But Zhang Yifeng was still indifferent, even motionless! In his opinion, this kid is simply looking for death.

Ants are ants, and they should be defeated early, so as not to be ashamed.

"Aren't you going to change your body?"

In the ring, the sound of Xinglie's frowning came, and Zhang Yifeng did not move, making him feel that he was being despised .

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "No, let's attack." ”

"You're looking for your own death."

Xinglie's eyes were cold, this kid is looking for death, then he will be fulfilled.

Xinglie let out a low roar and launched an attack directly, and his huge body ran up, bringing gusts of wind. Then, he slapped Zhang Yifeng's head.

Zhang Yifeng was still motionless, still falling from the other party's slap towards his head.

"It looks like this year's competition is going to die at the beginning."

Deacon Ding shook her head, in her opinion, this kid was dead.

Fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are fateful.

Just as she was about to look away from the cruel scene, her body shuddered.

That kid, moved.