Yang Fan saw the tennis balls thrown in the air, jumped up, and grabbed several of them by himself.

"I grabbed five, one more?"

Yang Fan ran over excitedly, realizing that Jiang Laolai had been assigned to other groups, and casually threw back an extra tennis ball in his hand.

8, 15, 19, 21

Eight small rings start at the same time, and those who grab 1-8 start the first round.

"That No. 8 is in the middle of fetal breath, it seems to be still an earth system, which of us will go first?" Yang Fan held his chin and looked at the figure who had already stood up in the ring.

"Tang Yulin goes first!"

Qiu Yue'er hesitated slightly, but still chose Tang Yulin.

This time, all of them are the top names in the Western Regions, and the worst is also in the middle of the fetal breath, the number is too small, how can it be his turn, and now it is not easy to meet one, and Tang Yulin will definitely go first.

This earth-based monk has the same realm as Tang Yulin, although it is an earth-based attribute, but the speed is definitely weaker, if it is supplemented by a suitable martial arts, it may not be impossible to win.

"Shall I go first?"

Tang Yulin was a little hesitant, and when the opponent met him, it was very likely to win.

If you lose, you will be eliminated directly!

But he's almost at the bottom of the table here now, and which one has a bad chance of winning against him?

"It's you, hurry!" Qiu Yue'er urged, she had already quietly probed the other people's numbers.

No. 8 is the weakest, and the remaining numbers are not bad.

Tang Yulin hesitated, put the No. 8 tennis ball on a table in front of the ring, and then selected a wooden sword from the weapon rack next to him, and jumped into the ring.

"Barr, Roberto!"

"Beat him!"

The other party clasped his hands into fists and directly became famous, and Tang Yulin heard Qiu Yue'er shouting from the audience.

The road is narrow!

It's a coincidence that I ran into the Qiu family's sworn enemy!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

If this battle is lost, not to mention the ancestor, Qiu Yue'er probably won't let him go!

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, take the lead in attacking!

"Look at the sword!"

The competition is not what Qiu Yue'er thinks, it is a fight one by one.

And it is grouped according to age groups, under 50 years old, 50 years old to 100 years old, 100 years old to 200 years old, and more than 200 years old!

Most of the people who came this time were young people under the age of fifty, and the older ones were basically accompanied, but when the spirit stone was broken, the high priest waved his hand and everyone became contestants.

This black pressure has directly changed from more than 100 people to two or three hundred people, and the realm has also rushed from the fetal breath realm to the out-of-body realm, how can this be fought? Even if they don't use spiritual weapons, they can probably be destroyed with just one finger.

In this competition, the top five in each group are selected, and then the last twenty people draw lots for the next round of competition.

The competition is divided into several four venues, and each venue is divided into seven or eight small arenas at the same time, which can save a lot of time.

The opponent is determined by drawing lots, the winner is promoted, and the loser is eliminated directly.

There are about seventy or eighty monks under the age of fifty, and the top five can be eliminated in four fights.

This kind of competition is a little unfair, but if someone draws a weaker player four times, or just happens to have the attributes of the same match, it is also a kind of luck.

Elder Chi threw dozens of tennis balls into the sky at the same time, all with numerical codes on them.

Seventy or eighty people started grabbing these tennis balls together, and grabbing the same number was the opponent.

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