At this moment, Yang Zhi's heart moved again, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that in the crowd, Bai Bing was staring at him coldly, and there was a trace of coldness flowing from his deliberately cold face.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Zhi understood why this chick was like this, just looking at the poor "26" number on her head, she didn't hate herself! But this didn't make any sense, even if Yang Zhi didn't snatch her token earlier, Bai Bing would only have a total of less than three hundred yuan, and in the team of ninety people, he couldn't rank in the forefront.

"Now I announce that the thirty people with the lowest number on their heads will immediately come to the stage to defend the ring, and those who are next to them will immediately come to the stage to make up for the defeat of someone in the ring!" Wu Jian said sharply.

No matter which plane of the world, geniuses are always a minority, and not everyone like Yang Zhi or Na Chen Han and Wei Duzun can be invincible at the same level, and even achieve a leapfrog challenge.

Therefore, the number of participants who can have thousands of tokens is only five fingers.

I saw that almost all of the defenders who came to the stage in the first round were holders of more than ten or twenty tokens.

And the most unexpected thing is that Bai Bing, who is as famous as Wei Duzun Fenghe and others, is also among the first batch.

"How is it possible? Listening to Miss Bai Bing of the Snow Pavilion, according to legend, her combat power is amazing, even against the killing gods of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, she may not be half a point weaker, how can she only have more than twenty tokens?"

"Cut, it's hard to explain, it must be that the little princess Bai Bing is kind-hearted and can't bear to plunder other people's tokens, otherwise you think that with her strength, there will only be those few tokens?"

When everyone saw the white ice on one of the battle platforms, they couldn't help but talk about it.

Maybe it's because beauties are born with a bit of good popularity, but these people have found a very suitable reason for her to come to power in the first round.

However, this kind of reason is undoubtedly harsh to Bai Bing's ears.

She was not afraid of the first batch of appearances, but Wei Duzun, Feng He and others who were at the same level as her were still standing in the audience, which made her feel extremely embarrassed, and her gaze at Yang Zhi became even more and more cold.

"Okay, then, according to the number of each person, find an opponent to challenge on stage!"

When the first thirty people stood on the high platform, Wu Jian immediately announced that the thirty people behind the row would come to the stage to attack.

The number of candidates who also belong to the second echelon fluctuates a little, among which the thirty-first person has only more than 30 tokens, and the sixtieth attacker has as many as 200.

I think that because there are too many players who have fallen in the second round, there will be such a strange middle fault.

Hua Xiong has a total of 185 tokens, which is not the largest in this second batch, but it is also the top three.

According to the rules, the attacking player chooses the opponent first according to the number of tokens.

Yang Zhi saw that the corner of his eyes was staring at Bai Bing without blinking, and he was a little worried: "Brother Hua, the future is long, and the most important thing now is to fight for the promotion place......"

"Yang Zhi, are you really stupid for me?" Hua Xiong grinned, his rough face showed a touch of cunning: "Although I can't wait to fight with that girl for three hundred rounds, I still have this bit of self-knowledge, and in my current situation, I shouldn't be Bai Bing's opponent!"

As he spoke, Hua Xiong stepped forward in a very chic manner, and the opponent he chose was a recipient of only fifteen tokens.

Yang Zhi reacted at this time, Hua Xiong seems to be coarse, but he is not a reckless person, otherwise when he faced Geshan in the restaurant in the past, he would not have fled at the opportunity, but resisted the other party.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the path of a warrior is destined to be full of thorns, and you can stand out from the crowd of 10,000 people and stand on the scene of the third round of the competition, which is enough to prove your strength, so I hope that each of you can have the demeanor of a strong man, such as the kind of incident that fakes the fight and drags on time, I don't want to see it!"

When all the opponents on the battle platform stood in pairs, Wu Jian stepped out and landed in the void, overlooking the people below: "What the Chaos Gate needs is a disciple with real talent and learning, not a rookie.

Those who are lucky and opportunistic, I don't know elsewhere, but here in the old man, it must not work, so I declare that every battle must be completed in a stick of incense, and those who are not over within the time limit will be regarded as eliminated!"

As soon as these words came out, whether on or off the stage, many people's eyes were subconsciously condensed.

Because according to the rules, it is not the turn of the next 30 people to play after the 30 people have finished the game one by one, but as long as the last 30 people can be left, it will be regarded as a promotion.

If this is the case, then there is a loophole in it, the strong, the fast completion of the game, is destined to have several more rounds, and those who grind foreign workers and deliberately delay the time of the contestants, but may end up speculating on the promotion.

However, the rule restriction that Wu Jian must complete a round of competition in this "stick of incense" time is undoubtedly to make up for the loopholes to the greatest extent, and some people who have made up their minds to exploit loopholes will not be disappointed.

"Alright, now I announce that the competition has officially begun!"

With the order of Wu Jian, a battle immediately began on the thirty-sided battle platform.

Hua Xiong's opponent is a seventh-level martial artist, no matter the realm or the momentum he shows, he is more than a few streets behind Hua Xiong, and there is no suspense in this competition at all.

Yang Zhi just glanced at it casually, and then focused his attention on the battle platform where Bai Bing was.

As one of the four most famous people in the previous competition, Yang Zhi has already fought with the second of them, and he is really a little interested in this arrogant woman.

However, the result of watching made Yang Zhi very depressed, he had just cast his gaze, and Bai Bing's opponent was already lying on the ground, covered with a thin layer of frost, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

With a total of thirty people in the battle team, Bai Bingqing should have been the first to complete the battle, so fast that even Yang Zhi didn't have time to take a closer look.

"On the sixteenth stage, Bai Bingsheng wins, please come to the next challenger!"

On the stage, a referee wearing the clothes of the Chaos Sect sang loudly, and immediately, the defeated opponent was carried off the stage, and immediately after, another player took the stage.

After all, it belongs to the third echelon, and the number on this person's head is close to three hundred.

It is also an eighth-level cultivation, and it looks like it is not weak in terms of realm or momentum.

"I have admired Miss Bai's name for a long time, and I hope that Miss Bai's subordinates will show mercy in the next fight!" As soon as this person came to the stage, he hugged his fist at Bai Bing and said politely.

"If you're afraid, get off the stage, I, Bai Bing, don't have the habit of releasing water!" Bai Bing's face was cold, and he didn't even look at the other party.

"You ......"

The man's face was stunned, he said that his subordinates were merciful, but it was just a kind word, but he didn't expect the other party to speak so arrogantly, and he couldn't live forever.