The draw is a relatively simple paper draw, the paper is written with different numbers, placed in a cardboard box, which paper is drawn by the player, the number on it is the number, according to the order of the number is divided into different groups.

According to the information in his memory, Dumpling will use his superpowers to divide Sun Wukong, Tianjin Rice, Klin, Yamucha (some translations are also called Leping), Bick, and himself into different groups to prevent them from running into each other in advance during the qualifiers. I remember their number. ”

Cheng Fan carefully recalled the details of the draw in his memory about this competition, and he was ready to stop the gods and capture the souls of the gods before the final eight.

"It was undoubtedly the most appropriate to catch the gods in the first two games, because no one had noticed him at this time. If the original trajectory remains unchanged, the Celestial God draws the number seventy, which is divided into the second half of the fourth group. If I want to play it in the first game, I'm going to draw number sixty-nine. It doesn't matter if you can't draw it, just do some cheating. ”

Cheng Fan thought secretly in his heart, followed the queue to the lottery box, stretched his two claws and fingers in, took out a note, opened it and saw that it was No. 69!

At the end of the draw, many players went to see which group they were in.

This group is also wonderful, there are a total of four rings, so it is divided into four large groups, each group is divided into the first half and the second half, and the actual score is eight groups.

The strange place is not here, but he meows, 1 to 18 is the first group, 55 to 72 is the fourth group, these two groups are relatively normal, but the second group is 37 to 54, the third group is 19 to 36, don't look at the group diagram of the announcement, it's really possible that you don't know which group you are.

What does this guy who designed the grouping think? Didn't learn math well? Or do you have a bad brain? This is the water of the organizer of the world's first martial arts club, which can be seen that it is stronger than the Winter Olympics held by a certain baseball country, at least for the time being, there are no black whistles and match-fixing.

The entire qualifier will be played in one day, with nine players in each half group, and finally one person will advance to the quarterfinals, and due to the number of players, the top two players in each half will play one more game.

The competition system adopts an elimination system, and the rules are simple, fall from the ring or faint, or take the initiative to admit defeat, you will be eliminated, and the opponent is not allowed to be put to death during the game, otherwise you will be directly disqualified from the game.

There are only four rings in total, one for each group, Cheng Fan is sixty-nine, according to the order of numbers, he will compete in the four rings, the order of appearance is the ninth of the four rings, and the first opponent is seventy.

It's still early, Cheng Fan glanced at the number in his hand, yawned, and walked around the stadium leisurely, many players were warming up before the game.

Cheng Fan saw the god again, this guy was also preparing for the warm-up, pressing his legs, bending over, kicking his feet, and shouting "one-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, three-two-three-four, do it again".

The middle-aged man possessed by the gods, with a thin body, a long face, and a white shirt and black pants, already looked a little funny and obscene, but this movement was even more funny, causing the surrounding players to laugh.

"Hahaha, look at this guy, doing gymnastics?" A muscular man pointed at the god and laughed.

"Hey, you can't be in the wrong place, are you? There are no gymnastics competitions for elementary school students here! Another bear-man mocked.

After doing a full set of warm-up exercises, the god touched his head and said embarrassedly, "Huh? It's true? I'm here to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting, isn't this place? ”

"You still participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting? Let's go home and pick up my wife and children. Hahaha! "There was another burst of laughter, and the gods stood there, touching their heads awkwardly and laughing, a bunch of poor ignorant fellows, whom you laugh at, one who can beat you all.

Outside the arena, Akilobe blended into the crowd that wanted to squeeze in, rubbed a big bag on his forehead, and said hatefully: "I have a hunch, the bastard who beat me yesterday must be inside, not only stunned me, caused me to miss the registration, but also robbed me of fairy beans, don't let me catch you, otherwise Uncle Akilobe must make you look good... I'm going to get you to pieces......"

He didn't know the monster he was resenting and was standing by the second ring at this time, watching the battle between Dumpling and Momobai.

Tao Baibai was once the world's No. 1 killer, and he was also the uncle of dumplings and Tianjin rice, with a big "kill" word printed on the front of his clothes and an English "KILL YOU" printed on the back, for fear that others would not know his profession.

Dumpling recognized Tao Baibai, and felt very frightened at this killer uncle, his small body trembled, and a whip brushed over at a very fast speed, whipped on Dumpling's head, and instantly knocked him unconscious.

"Dumplings!"

Tianjin Fan and Sun Wukong also saw the dumplings being knocked down, and when they rushed over, they saw a monster squatting in front of the unconscious dumplings, opening the dumplings' mouths, and feeding something inside.

"Stop, what are you going to feed the dumplings?" Tianjin Rice and Dumpling Master have a deep brotherly relationship, and they are anxious about the safety of dumplings, so they grab the monster.

"Tianjin rice, don't be impulsive, that's fairy beans!" Tianjin Rice shot fast, but Sun Wukong was faster, and the last hair came first, grabbing Tianjin Rice's outstretched arm.

Tianjin Fan was shocked, this speed, this strength, is more powerful than him who has worked hard for three years!

"Fairy beans? This is indeed a fairy bean. Kling touched his bald head.

After Cheng Fan fed the fairy beans to the dumplings, he got up and got out of the way, and Sun Wukong and the others saw that this guy was a monster that had never been seen before, like a dinosaur, but it was different, with four crystal-colored wings on its back.

But there are too many monsters in this world, and it doesn't get in the way if you recognize it or not, this monster can feed the fairy beans to the dumplings with life-saving materials, proving that this is a good beast with a big conscience!

Tianjin Fan squatted down to check the situation of the dumplings, and the monster asked, "Do you know the fairy beans?" Have you ever climbed the Kalinta too? ”

Sun Wukong smiled: "I climbed up a few years ago. ”

Klin also said: "Wukong, after you left, we also climbed the Kalin Tower and got some fairy beans given by the Kalin Immortals, but they had already been used up on the way to cultivation. ”

"It's all the same as climbing the Kalinta, and everyone is really fated to it. Meet me, my name is Godzilla. A Fan Cheng is a contestant in this martial arts meeting. My goal is to win the championship! ”

"Hahaha, it just so happens that my name is Monkey King, and my goal is also the champion." Sun Wukong touched the back of his head and smiled.

"I'm Yamucha!"

"My name is Klin, he is Tianjin rice, and the one you saved is dumplings. We are here to participate in the martial arts ......" Klin's little bald head not only introduced himself, but also introduced Tianjin rice and dumplings.

"Did you forget about me?" An arrogant and arrogant voice interrupted Klin's words, and a pair of electronic eyes fell on Cheng Fan, "That green-skinned animal, have I allowed you to save people?" Do you want to die early? ”

"Greenskinned livestock?!"

Cheng Fan turned his head to look at Tao Baibai, who was the one who called him that last time? How many years ago? The planets have turned into cosmic dust, and not even a single grave grass can be found.