Chapter 66: Hundred Regiments Brawl
A few days later, the audition ended, and nearly 20 million people participated in the entire western part of ASEAN alone, and in the end, only 8.9 million people were able to pass three hurdles in a row, and only 8.9 million people obtained the entry qualification. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
At the same time, the eastern, southern, central, northern, and Indian SAR have all concluded their auditions one after another and entered the fierce second round of the selection competition.
When it comes to the number of candidates, the west has the least.
As a bunch of teases are cleared out, the quality of the game will also improve dramatically.
In the next competition, there are only 1,000 seeded places in each region, and a total of 6,000 seeded players will be selected from the six major regions.
The most passionate is of course the battle for the rankings, but the selection of the "seeds" of the region is very important. Because these 1,000 people have to fight out of a million people, the average promotion rate is about 1 in 1,000, and the competition in other regions is even more fierce.
The second is still going on in the virtual world, so it's overcrowded these days in the virtual world, full of people.
Qin Mo didn't deliberately prepare anything in the past few days, just consolidated the seven stages of breathing, and while being familiar with the wonderful feeling of "congenital fetal breath", he fused all the boxing and footwork he had learned.
In his own right, he has cultivated three body refining exercises, plus two breathing exercises, "Dragon Yin Tiger Roaring Gong" and "Bear and Turtle Qi Strength", the foundation is solid, and the benefits obtained from promotion are unimaginable to ordinary people.
Now, as long as he persists every day, slowly refining his body more carefully through the "innate fetal breath" and inner vision, and practicing the inside and outside thoroughly, he will eventually achieve the "innate body" of the eight stages of breathing.
In ancient times, the "innate body" was the legendary immortal and Buddha, and it was difficult to produce one for thousands of years.
In fact, after the research of current scholars, ancient humans almost did not reach this realm, because food, exercises, medical treatment, etc., all limited their pace of evolution of the human body.
Of course, individual adventures or talents may barely reach the "innate", condensed strength, spiritual deterrence, and so on.
If there was no such competition, Qin Mo would have been sure to reach the "eighth stage of breathing" within half a year.
However, he is not in a hurry, the difference between the seventh and eighth stages of breathing is not particularly big, just practicing kung fu, he is also physically vigorous and has accumulated strong strength, and he will reach the peak as soon as he enters the fetal breath.
If you change to an ordinary person, you can reach the peak of the seventh stage of breathing so quickly without half a year of polishing.
Virtual worlds.
Qin Mo walked around and found that there were still a lot of people.
"Brothers, this first one is a hundred regiments of chaos, very bloody, seeking the cooperation of masters with more than eight breaths." A fat man stood in the crowd and shouted with his neck stretched.
"The first brawl?"
Countless warriors crowded together, and Qin Mo stood in the corner, listening to all kinds of news in the sky, waiting for the game to start.
The hundred-regiment chaos is that three hundred people are put together to fight at will, and in the end, only three people can be left to advance. In the past, the Smash Bros. was the second every year.
A group of people were in a mess and didn't know what to say, and after waiting for a while, fireworks bloomed in the void, and everyone became excited.
"Here we go!"
"The second round of the Western Seeded Players tournament opens, and the first '100 Regiments Smash Bros.'!"
"Hopefully we can be together." There are two good friends with gloomy faces, obviously not believing in luck very much, this probability is too low.
The black pressed a group of people, and one by one they turned into a white light and disappeared.
Sou!
A white light flashed in front of Qin Mo's eyes, and then he came to "hell" by himself.
Two huge bull-headed horses stared at the people, the surrounding light was dim, the ground was black ground stained with blood, and green ghost fires were burning.
"Grass! It turned out to be the 'mouth of hell'. A warrior cursed.
"Hell Mouth" This is a scene from the "Hundred Regiments of Smash Bros."
You can't move for the first three seconds after you enter it, and as soon as the time is up, you can hear a creepy scream.
"Kill!"
"Hahaha...... My ghost Arhat is here, you garbage don't kill yourself soon! A handsome-looking middle-aged monk laughed and said domineeringly.
His head was shaved and shiny, and a black Buddha was tattooed on it, which looked very enchanting.
As he spoke, he rushed into the crowd like a violent wind, his sleeves flew, and everywhere he passed, everyone fell in pain.
"Poof!"
Not far from Qin Mo's side, a tall white man with a height of about one meter nine wore a horned helmet, wore iron armor, and quickly killed several people with a battle conflict card.
Call!
Qin Mo heard a sneak attack from behind, and a blow of the "ghost scorpion leg" was suddenly thrown out, and the calf snapped with a click, and the sneak attacker screamed and fell down.
Someone kept killing, Qin Mo was like walking in the park, his shot was decisive and accurate, and almost no one could make him make a second move.
"Heartbroken legs!"
Syllable!
A whip kick was drawn, Qin Mo slapped it with a palm, and the two of them were separated with one touch.
"It's so penetrating." Qin Mo stared at the enemy and shook his numb palm.
"Huh?" The tall and thin man had long seen that Qin Mo was a hard stubble, and only after fighting did he find out that the other party was an individual cultivator.
Qin Mo smiled at the other party: "Come on, one of them will be eliminated anyway." ”
As he spoke, he shook and came to the man, and struck the "Sealing God Palm" and slashed over.
Click!
The tall and thin man has fast feet, stamping in a row, and a move "Horse Stepping on Feiyan" turns over and shoots back, his toes are like guns, and he is rushing to the face.
"The Turtle is hiding from the sky!"
Qin Mo smiled slightly, and with a "swish" sound, the limbs of his body were like Wang Ba retracted into the "shell", and his whole body was full of strength, as if he was a living Wang Ba.
Bang!
The two fought again, and the tall and thin man felt a kick on the smooth surface, and all his power was unloaded.
Just when he was about to make another move, he saw that the limbs of the "Wang Ba" suddenly appeared, Qin Mo grabbed the opponent's ankle with lightning with one hand, and the five-fingered eagle claw was vigorous, and the ankle shattered with a click.
"It's over!"
The man felt the strength of the second move he was about to make dissipate, and then he saw a finger on his brow.
Burst!
With the elimination of several people at the end of Qin, he gradually let go of his hands and feet to kill.
The test of the 100-regiment brawl is the warrior's ability to resist fighting, even in the face of a group of people besieged by a group of people, you must learn to save yourself, this situation is very common in the wild.
Three hundred people came at random, and soon the weak ones were cleared out, and there were fewer and fewer people left.
Half an hour later, the "mouth of hell" was littered with stumps and severed arms, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
At this time, there were only six people left, and the others were all eliminated.
"Kongtong Mountain, slay the dragon!"
"Tianshui Ghost Arhat!"
"Huashan Ye Qilin!"
"Lintong is ruined!"
"Tianshan Muradili!"
"Xijing Qin Wudao!"
The ghost arhat looked at everyone's and said with a smile, "Yes, come on." ”
Ye Qilin held a Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, his body was hidden, and his Danfeng eyes were squinted, obviously he was also a master of eight breaths.
Bai Lostian is a white man, but he grew up in Lintong since he was a child, and his fist intent is integrated with Eastern and Western beliefs, and he can see that he is also very strong.
"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!" The dragon slayer uses a huge horse chopping knife, wild and uninhibited.
Muradili was dressed as a loyal believer, but he was silent, but his eyes were unusually bright.
"Roar!" Suddenly, everyone's hairs stood on end, their cochlea roared, and a terrible tiger roar shook their blood and made their mood unstable.
Qin Mo glanced at the five people, "There's a lot of nonsense, let's come together." As he spoke, cyan scale armor seemed to appear all over his body, and he rushed over regardless of it.
"Good!"
The five people were all shocked and angry by Qin Mo's "lion's roar", and the others were afraid of being besieged, so he was so arrogant?
For a time, the five people made full contributions to the end of Qin.
"Optimus Prime of the Four Seas!"
Bang bang bang!
At the end of Qin, he used all his strength to stimulate external strength, and the whole person was like a tyrannosaurus, one person against five people without falling behind.
"Kill!" The ghost arhat is the most angry, with fluttering sleeves, and he is also vicious and vicious, and quietly throws out a silver needle.
"One cut in two!" The dragon slashed at Muradili with a sword.
Burst!
Yes!
Then someone was secretly attacked by the ghost Arhat, and the situation of five to one turned into a chaotic battle in the blink of an eye.
More than ten minutes later, Muradili was the first to lose, and then the dragon was also killed by Ye Qilin's halberd.
The result was beyond everyone's expectations, I thought that the white man Bai Ruitian would be eliminated, but he never thought that Bai Ruitian, Ye Qilin, and Qin Mo would suddenly unite and eliminate the ghost Arhat with lightning speed.
A battle lasted for more than an hour, and the final advance of their group was Qin Mo, Ye Qilin, and Bai Weitian.