After three days, 120 people were finally selected, and then the top 100 were selected by match points, which means the number of games won in 15 rounds in these three days. A win is one point, and the total score is fifteen points, and those who have a score behind the hundred will naturally be eliminated, leaving only one hundred.

In the past three days of competition, Ling Zheng's luck seemed to be exceptionally good, his opponents had never been strong, all of them were below the seventh level of psychic. Of course, Ling Zheng also knows that luck is fake, only after you cultivate to be strong, you can be fearless of everything, otherwise no matter how good your luck is, after entering the hundredth, you will be eliminated in the first round if you don't have the strength. This is not a lie, anyone who enters the top 100, there are almost not many psychic seventh-order or below, basically all of them are psychic eighth-order to ninth-order, and psychic seventh-order only accounts for a dozen or so places, that is to say, there is only a one-tenth chance of meeting a psychic seventh-order cultivator.

Even if you meet a cultivator of the seventh order of psychic, it is even possible to be more powerful than a cultivator of the eighth order of psychics, this is not a lie, basically you can enter the top hundred, without any ability, it is impossible.

There are a total of nine places for the one hundred places in the Psychic Realm, but there are seven places for the Wuling Sect, and at this time, the gap between one-half and one-third is reflected. Only those who have entered the top 100 sects can be qualified to distribute benefits, if the top 100 have not entered, then it does not mean that there are no benefits at all, but that it has been fixed, and that little income can only ensure the normal operation of their sect within ten years. Of course, if you have the ability, you can also rob other people's interests, but if you don't have enough valid reasons, then you are waiting to be destroyed by the five major sects.

There are a total of ten disciples in the Holy Spirit Sect who have entered the top 100, nine in the Phantom Spirit Sect, and eight in the Dao Spirit Sect. Therefore, having a quota does not necessarily mean that you can get the maximum benefit, but that the possibility has increased, everything still needs to rely on strength, if your strength is strong, even if you only have three places, and win the top three in the battle to seize the sky, your income is definitely higher than any sect.

Next is the competition of the first hundred, and through the point elimination system, everyone was surprised to find that there were only about 20 people who won all the fifteen battles, and Ling Zheng was actually one of them, everyone thought it was incredible, Ling Zheng only had the cultivation of the sixth order of the psychic order, which was something that everyone knew, and it was also the sixth order of the psychic that he had broken through to the top of the mountain a few days ago. Even everyone felt that it was impossible for Ling Zheng to enter the top 100, and naturally few people paid attention to his competition, there were more than twenty rings, and the competition of other psychic eighth- and ninth-order people was more interesting.

"What kind of eyes are you guys, the villain is already very powerful, and it's normal to win all fifteen battles!" Seeing the eyes of other people looking at Ling Zheng, Qian Han felt a little unhappy, although she also felt that Ling Zheng's luck was a bit against the sky, but how to say that fifteen games were fought one by one, not to mention that luck is also a kind of strength.

"My opponents are all psychic below the seventh order, and I haven't even encountered a single psychic seventh-order. Facing the surprised eyes of the other people in the sect, his expression was a little embarrassed, and even he felt that this kind of luck was a bit excessive. Among those who were eliminated, there were no less than nearly 100 psychic seventh-order cultivators, and there were even several psychic eighth-order cultivators, and **fifteen games, they didn't encounter a single one, which can be explained except luck.

"Senior Brother Ling, your luck is really not ordinary. Ding Quan smiled bitterly, he was a psychic eighth-order cultivator, but in the last round, he met three psychic eighth-order cultivators in a row, and he lost three games in a row, and he felt that he and Ling Zheng had become a stark contrast.

"Huh. Ling Zheng smiled awkwardly, he really didn't know what to say, but he also knew that even if he met the same psychic eighth-order and psychic ninth-order as he could fight, he would naturally not be lucky, strength was everything.

One hundred people, began to draw lots, in order not to let the people of each sect draw their own people, it was still red and green. Now it's not about three wins in five rounds, but about determining the ranking by points, with one win earning one point and losing one not counting. This time, the five major sects did not choose the same color sign, and now the strength is about the same, there is no need to worry about any luck, it completely depends on their own strength.

Since the Lingyin Sect still chose the red lot, He Nan deliberately let the people of the Wuling Sect choose the blue lot, and glanced at it proudly when the lot was drawn.

Ling Zheng's sign is No. 26, neither forward nor backward, probably the second round of the game will be able to reach him. He didn't talk to Qian Han on the side, but looked towards the twenty rings around him, and in just a moment, he saw no less than four psychic ninth-order matches. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, because he saw a ring not far away, Liu Chan was standing on it, and his opponent was a psychic ninth-order guy. At this time, the guy's face was extremely ugly, he didn't expect his luck to be so good, and he met this strong contender for the championship in the first game of the top 100.

Fortunately, this guy's temperament is okay, and he didn't admit defeat directly, but provoked his fighting spirit, and his momentum exploded.

"Chiba Sect Xiao Luotian, please advise. The man looked at Liu Chan and said with his fists clenched.

"Holy Spirit Sect Liu Chan, please. Liu Chan also hugged his fists and said with a light smile.

Xiao Luotian pulled out the long sword behind his back, he didn't want to beat Liu Chan with his bare hands, so he put his expectations on the Heavenly Ladder Spiritual Weapon on his body. Holding the sword in one hand, this blue light bloomed on it, and the body pounced like lightning, and a piece of sword light shrouded Liu Chan, and a trace of blue light drew a net, enveloping Liu Chan's whole person in it.

Liu Chan smiled faintly, stepped out of his body, raised his hand towards the sword light, and slapped it down with a plain palm.

Xiao Luotian snorted, took half a step back, the back of his hand was blue, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his face showed a trace of horror.

"I throw in the towel. Xiao Luotian clenched his fists and smiled bitterly, then picked up the long sword on the ground and jumped out of the ring.

Ling Zheng could see it clearly, Liu Chan had directly grabbed the flaw in Xiao Luotian's sword net just now, and slapped his palm in one fell swoop, causing his long sword to fall. Ling Zheng frowned, although it was just a simple move, but Ling Zheng clearly felt that Liu Chan was not bad in terms of eyesight or speed, and was even half a point stronger than himself, not to mention that he was still a half-step control.

Ling Zheng was silent for a while, and watched Liu Chan also get out of the ring, then turned around and looked at other places, most of the ring was still fighting. Ling Zheng turned around and walked to the two Psychic Realm ninth-order rings that were fighting not far away, the two of them were fighting inseparably, you punched me and I punched, and pieces of brilliance splashed everywhere.

After a few moments, one of them slowed down, and the other seized the opportunity to smash his fist into the man's body, smashing the man out.

Ling Zheng turned his head to look again, all the rings seemed to have ended the battle, and the next thing was his battle, and he found his No. 6 ring and climbed on. Ling Zheng looked at the person in the ring, a psychic seventh-order cultivator was standing there, obviously this person was his opponent, it seemed that his luck was really good.

Ling Zheng was feeling his luck, but he found that the people around him seemed to be surrounding his ring, which made him slightly stunned. Just a moment later, there were already people standing next to this ring, could it be that the ten masters who were fighting against him, Ling Zheng thought secretly in his heart. In fact, Ling Zheng didn't know, it was entirely because of him, he had already been in the limelight when he walked the stone steps, but because he only had the sixth level of psychics, no one looked at his battle. Even if someone watched it, they saw that the two people facing each other were only psychic fifth or sixth order, so they were not interested. However, Ling Zheng entered the top 100 at this time, and he won fifteen consecutive battles, which naturally aroused everyone's interest.

"Ling Zheng of the Lingyin Sect, give me a lot of advice. Ling Zheng looked at the person opposite, smiled lightly and said with his fists clenched.

"Tianhua Sect Ganshan, I will advise you, you are lucky to be able to enter the top 100, but when you meet me, your good luck has come to an end. I think it's better for you to admit defeat directly, so as not to wait for embarrassment, and it will be even worse if I accidentally hurt you. Gan Shan, who was on the other side, saw that his opponent was Ling Zheng, his face was happy, and he said freely. Originally, he was worried that he would meet a psychic eighth-order or ninth-order guy, and then he would be miserable, but he didn't expect that his opponent would be Ling Zheng. He knew that Ling Zheng Ling Zheng had just entered the sixth order of the psychic order, and he had already entered the seventh order of the psychic order, so he naturally did not think that Ling Zheng could beat him.

"yes, but I'd like to try it anyway. Ling Zheng smiled faintly, not taking his words to heart at all. Ling Zheng's disobedience was slaughtered on his back, looking at Ganshan opposite, without a trace of contempt, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, his strength was there.

"Let you strike first, or when I make a move, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. Gan Shan waved his hand and said generously, as if he intended to make Ling Zheng look like him.

"Then you're welcome. Ling Zheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, wasting time, and didn't shirk.

Ling Zheng clenched his fists, and the dragon body technique unfolded, and it was only a moment before he could react, Ling Zheng's punch hit his temple.

Gan Shan only felt a gust of wind passing by him, and before he could see how Ling Zheng made a move, he felt a pain in his head, and his eyes were dark, and the whole person flew out upside down, unconscious.

Ling Zheng was slightly stunned, thinking that the person in front of him was really a master, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was actually a parallel import. can only blame that person for his bad luck, if it weren't for his chatter, as well as the people watching around the ring, Ling Zheng would definitely not be able to use his strength.