As soon as Wu Jian's words fell, the crowd below immediately began to discuss, and many people's faces were dissatisfied.

Of course, there are exceptions to this, such as Wei Duzun, Wind River, or Bai Bing and her followers.

Although they don't want to admit it, their strength is indeed far beyond their peers, even if they are the first to defend on stage, they will face two or three opponents at most, but they are not afraid at all.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet, listen to what I have to say, I don't know if you remember that at the beginning of the first round, I reminded you to collect as many invitation tokens as possible?

Yes, that's right, the order of the third round of the competition is determined by the number of tokens you hold!

The person with the least tokens will come to power first, and so on, so it can be said that the people who hold the most tokens will probably not even need a decent competition in the end!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, which can really be described as a few joys and a few sorrows, for those who hold many tokens, they are naturally full of joy, and those who have just hunted ten coins are crying and sad.

"Brother Hua, how many tokens do you have?" After listening to Wu Jian's explanation of the rules, Yang Zhi asked Hua Xiong on the side.

If there is one who has the least to worry about in this third round of competition, I am afraid that it is Yang Zhi.

Even if he didn't meet Bai Bing's file before, he had nearly five hundred rings in his ring, and then he continuously scraped Jin Yuan, Bai Bing's tokens, and now the number of tokens on his body has already exceeded 1,000, it is likely that in this last competition, he will not have to go on stage at all.

"All my previous tokens were robbed by Ge Shan's little white face, but then I took his storage bag, and the total number was close to two hundred, so I shouldn't have to be the first to go on stage!" Hua Xiong laughed, and there was no worry on his face.

"Two hundred? I'm afraid it's not enough!"

Yang Zhi glanced at Hua Xiong, this kid was hurt a lot by Ge Shan before, especially now that Wei Duzun and the others saw him standing with him, if he would take the initiative to challenge Hua Xiong, then the consequences would be a little troublesome.

"Here are five hundred tokens, you take it, it should be enough for you to go to power in the last round. ”

Yang Zhi said, and divided five hundred pieces from the storage ring to hand them over to Hua Xiong.

But seeing the latter, who was still smiling just now, his face suddenly changed, and he looked at Yang Zhi in surprise and said, "Yang Zhi, what are you doing here?

"Why did Brother Hua say this?"

"In the first two rounds, with the help of your brother, I successfully advanced, and I am already very grateful, but in the third round, I want to fight a ...... by myself"

Hua Xiong said, with a hint of essence in his eyes: "The path of a martial artist must be to overcome obstacles and ride the wind and waves, if you hide under the wings of others everywhere, and you can't even maintain a basic heart of a strong man, then what is the road to attack the strong? Yang Zhi, I treat you as a brother, I know that you have good intentions, but I am also a martial artist, I hope you understand me!"

Seeing the sharpness in Hua Xiong's eyes and the strong fighting intent surging from his body, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Zhi's mouth.

This Hua Xiong is nervous, and he seems to be reckless and bold in doing things, but he is also a man, since he chooses a more difficult path to go by himself, he can only bless him!

"Alright, I think you're almost rested, now, please take out the invitation tokens you have collected, put them in front of you, and I will designate who will start the stage according to the number of tokens each of you.

Of course, as a privilege for those who collect more tokens, not only do you have the right to come to power later, but if you want to fight any opponent in advance during the game, you can also ask me!"

The sound of Wu Jian sounded again, and then everyone took out the tokens from their respective storage bags, and then Yang Zhi noticed a detail, among the ninety people, only he and Wei Duzun had the Sumeru ring, and the others, including Feng Madness and Bai Bing, were all used storage bags.

"Wow, look, who the hell is that kid? One person has more than three hundred tokens!"

"Shhh, be quiet, you don't even know him, right? That's Han Xiaotian of Fenglin Villa, a top martial artist of the ninth level of cultivation, his strength is unfathomable, and it is certainly not a problem to grab three hundred!"

"Oh my God, my eyes are right? The number on that man's head turned out to be more than 1,200? He ...... Wind River: The Killing God of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest?"

"Also, look at Wei Duzun, the number on his head is also close to one thousand, damn, how much strength is this?

Just as everyone put the token on the ground, they saw a wave of the sleeve of the sword robe, and a number was suddenly accurately displayed on the top of everyone's heads.

Yang Zhi originally thought that if the number of about 1,000 tokens was not the most, at least he could rank in the top three.

But when he looked at the numbers on Wei Duzun and Feng He's head, he realized how naïve his thoughts were.

But what shocked him the most was far more than that, Yang Zhi never imagined that among the ninety contestants, the one who obtained the most tokens was not Feng He, or Wei Duzun, or Bai Bing, who had been sacked by himself, but one of the men of medium stature, a lower martial artist with an eighth-level cultivation, looming on his forehead, as if he had a third eye.

The number on his head turned out to be a terrible 1,923 pieces.

Yang Zhi was obviously not the only one who noticed this person, and many people around him couldn't help but gasp after seeing the number on that person's head, and even Wu Jian, who was presiding over the game, couldn't help but glance at that person.

"Who is that person?" asked Hua Xiong next to Yang Zhichao.

"It's close to two thousand, how is it possible! Could it be him?" Hua Xiong didn't hear it, he just looked at the man with three eyes in a daze, talking to himself, and only replied after a long time: "Chen Han of the Chen family, have you noticed that there is an eye-like mark on his forehead? According to legend, it is a unique martial spirit that has been passed down from generation to generation in their Chen family, the star-eyed martial spirit, it is said that as long as he is stared at by the star-eyed, he will be confused, and finally become an idiot who has lost his consciousness!"

"It's so amazing, the Chen family must be very famous in the Xia Kingdom!"

"No! On the contrary, the Chen family is just a small family, although the family legend martial arts spirit is very magical, but for more than a hundred years, I have never heard of any amazing and brilliant juniors, and even that Chen Han has never heard of any amazing achievements.

The reason why I know him is because the family has some business dealings with the Chen family, and others are afraid that they have never even heard of the name of this family!"

The two were discussing here, Yang Zhi suddenly felt a sense in his heart, looked up, and saw the three-eyed Chen Han's eyes sweeping straight towards this side, a pair of cold eyes shining, revealing a trace of bloodthirsty impulse.

Hua Xiong's face changed, "That guy noticed us!"

Yang Zhi's eyes condensed slightly, and then he smiled: "It's okay, if you have a choice in the ring for a while, if you have a choice, you'd better avoid this person, I always feel that this person is a little evil!"