"Why did you suddenly change the rules of war?"

Yi Ranchen's face showed a little dissatisfaction, and the sect didn't pay attention to the rules.

It's obviously a one-person fight, but today everyone suddenly got a notice that they were going to change the rules of the game.

It became a defensive battle, and the number of original fighting platforms was increased to 100.

Monks are randomly assigned to each fighting ring to defend the ring, and the winning monk can choose to attack the ring master at will.

Each ring will only accept a maximum of 20 challenges a day, and in the end, only one person will be left in each ring, leaving the 100 people to enter the finals.

"Wouldn't that rule be too unfair? Some people are physically exhausted, and I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand these attacks. ”

The disciples of the same sect as her agreed, what kind of defense competition, isn't this a wheel war?

Isn't this obviously giving these low-strength monks a disadvantage?

I don't even give them a chance anymore, like the previous one-on-one style of play, at least everyone can play regardless of the strength or weakness.

Now that it has become this kind of challenge, of course, everyone will avoid the strong and not fight, and the poor will be attacked in a unified manner.

It's really a loss for a disciple of average strength like them.

"Although it's not fair, it meets the standard of the strong in the immortal cultivation realm, and no one outside will give you fairness and opportunities."

Wang Menzhengyi, who had been standing by and listening for a long time, interjected.

"What the junior brother said is not wrong, there is nothing wrong with this way of playing, it is just a temporary change in the rules of the game, which is really unpleasant." Yi Yanchen said.

She knew in her heart that there was nothing wrong with this competition system, the strong in the immortal cultivation world were respected, and no one would justify anything for the weak.

If you lose, you lose, and the humble strength can't rely on anyone, this kind of competition system can screen out the strong well, and the weak can be quickly eliminated.

"In my opinion, senior sister, you don't have to worry too much, the sect has its own sect judgment, and the sudden change of the competition system may also be the result of careful consideration!"

Wu Suyou saw that everyone was arguing, and couldn't help but open his mouth to persuade Yi Zhanchen.

In fact, the rules of the game are nothing in his eyes, if an opponent punches him, winning is his ability, and losing is the opponent's strength.

There is nothing to dispute, weak and strong food is the rule he imprinted in his bones.

"Senior brother, what you said is very true, I think too much."

After Yi Ranchen's mind calmed down, he was not so angry, and if he had his own thoughts of the sect, it would not be harmful to these disciples after all.

And even if these little disciples are angry and angry, they can't change the facts.

There is nothing wrong with the competition system itself, and the sect is not something that she Yi Ranchen can hinder in a word.

After thinking about it like this, Yi Yanchen was finally able to relax and concentrate on preparing for the competition.

The three of them were precipitated, but the decoration next to them was noisy and still discussing.

"But to be honest, if a strong disciple is arranged in the ring first, wouldn't it have to fight many battles?"

"That's true, but doesn't this prove that this disciple's strength is profound?"

"That's right, I don't know who will be able to count to the end in this ring."

………

"Disciples, the champion on each stage has been decided, if you have a red token in your hand, please find your ring according to the number on the token, and the remaining disciples can challenge the disciples on the stage at will."

"But remember to hand over your token to the deacon in the ring when you challenge."

"Now the game begins."

As Wang Zhengdao's words fell, the disciple began to check his token, looking for his ring.

Wu Suyou took out his token from the storage bag, and there was a red eighteen on it, and it was really unfortunate that he was selected in the first round.

can't go to the ring to challenge others, Wu Suyou has some regrets in his heart.

He asked the two people next to him about the status of the tokens, and learned that he was the only one of the three.

Wu Suyou smiled helplessly: "Then it seems that my luck is quite good." ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, I don't think it's difficult to hold the ring with your strength." Wang Men Zhengyi comforted on the side.

Yi Ranchen looked at Wu Suyou with an envious expression: "Senior brother, it's actually very good to be able to choose the champion, at least you don't have to compete with other disciples for the ring that you can fight." ”

The corners of Wu Suyou's mouth twitched a little: "Senior sister, it's really strange to comfort people." ”

"Okay, you go to the ring and stay there, we'll also hurry up and play a ring to accompany you!" Yi Zhanchen covered his lips and smiled.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go first.

”

After Wu Suyou said goodbye to the two, he found the No. 18 ring, He stood on the ring and looked up, and the law enforcement monk of the eighteenth looked a little familiar.

"Uncle Shi, haven't we met!"

The law enforcement monk looked down at him: "This nephew, we have indeed met, and your last competition is the platform I watched." ”

"So I really have a great fate with my uncle!" Wu Suyou said with a grin.

The deacon's disciple saw that he was funny and quipped, "You kid fight well!" Don't play lip service, the ring can't be played by lip service! ”

Wu Suyou laughed and said, "Why don't you make a bet with me?" ”

"Bet on what?"

"Bet I'll always be standing on this platform."

"Heh, you kid has such a big breath."

The law enforcement disciple looked him up and down a few times, wondering in his heart, it turned out that this was the descendant of the ancestor, and there were many differences between the Tao and what he imagined.

He also thought that disciples like them should be disciplined and self-reliant like the ancestors, and be humble.

Unexpectedly, this disciple is quite interesting, compared to the two, he prefers this kind of disciple, it looks more intimate and more real.

"Haha, newborn calves aren't afraid of tigers."

"Good boy, I'm betting with you today, what do you want as an additive?"

Because the game hasn't started yet, the two of them are chatting here, it's not a violation, it's just that the role of the deacon's disciples is only to deal with some emergencies and event reports.

It doesn't have any real impact on the game, so even if two people chat, no one cares.

"I don't have any ideas, I don't know what Uncle Shi wants to gamble on?"

The deacon disciple thought about it, the last person of this kid was the ancestor, and his own ancestor Chaoyang Zhenjun also cared much about him.

Such a person will make friends in the future, maybe he will give himself a lot of help, why not use this matter to build a good relationship with him?

Thinking so in my heart, the deacon disciples did the same.

"Why don't you invite the winner to a drink if he loses?"

Young monks, they will become familiar with a meal on weekdays, no matter who wins or loses, the purpose of their friendship can also be achieved, this is not a loss-making business.

"Hahahaha, that's what I mean, then Uncle We'll make up our minds!"

Hearing him say this, Wu Suyou has a lot of good feelings for this uncle in his heart, this person is quite in line with his mind, maybe he is worth handing over.