I saw a middle-aged man standing in the center of the ring, dressed in a white robe, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very handsome. After the middle-aged man waited for everyone to get closer together, he said loudly: "Since the triennial Qincheng Trial will open next month, according to the regulations of the City Lord's Mansion, the top ten in this competition will get a place to participate in the Qincheng Trial. ”

"Qincheng Trial?"

"What is this?"

"Yes, what is this Qincheng trial?"

With the words of the middle-aged man, there was a lot of discussion below, not everyone knew about the Qincheng trial, just like Han Feng had never heard of it before, and it seemed that only people from a few major families knew about it.

"Be quiet! If there is any more noise, you will be disqualified from the competition!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the bottom suddenly quieted down, and he didn't dare to have any more discussions.

Looking at the effect of speaking with satisfaction, the middle-aged man smiled again and continued: "The Qincheng Trial has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it is open once every three years, with ten places each time, only those who fight below the rank can enter, and those who participate in the Qincheng Trial will receive great benefits, I hope all the participants will work hard." ”

"After five rounds of competition, the finalized players will compete in the final competition. At this time, there were eight people in the rural group and eight people in the urban group. We will select ten of these sixteen people to participate in the Qincheng Trial. ”

"The competition is divided into two stages, the first stage is a single-elimination tournament, eight people from the rural group and the urban group each take the lottery to play against each other, the winner directly enters the top eight, and the remaining two places will be produced in the loser. In the second stage, the eight defeated will compete in pairs according to the previous drawing order, and finally the top two fighters will get the trial places. Do you know the above rules?" the middle-aged man looked at the sixteen fighters in the ring after the introduction.

After listening to the introduction, Han Feng sneered in his heart, this rule is obviously beneficial to the urban group, the urban group is originally the children of big families and big forces, and their strength is not known how many times stronger than the rural group, and they also know the situation of the Qincheng trial in advance, they must be prepared, let the urban group and the rural group compete one by one, and the urban group will almost win. "It seems that the City Lord's Mansion seems to treat the city and the countryside the same on the surface, but in fact, it is more inclined to the city group, but it is no wonder that the city group is the children of the major forces, and it should be given some care. Han Feng thought in his heart, but he didn't have any dissatisfaction, this is the reality, there is no absolute fairness at all, the City Lord's Mansion can let the country group participate, and if he can give the country fighters two places, even if the City Lord's Mansion is interesting enough.

Han Feng turned his head and glanced at the sixteen fighters who had entered the final competition, Han Feng found that everyone else except himself had already advanced to the new methods of the mortal rank, among them, there were five people at level 20, five people from level 16 to level 19, five people from level 11 to level 15, and one person from level 10 was himself, "The level distribution is quite even, they are all stronger than me, it seems that it is really not easy for me to enter the top ten." Han Feng sighed in his heart.

"Let's start the draw and play in the order in which the lot is drawn. With the words of the middle-aged man, everyone stepped forward to draw lots.

At this time, Han Feng suddenly felt an unkind gaze looking at him from behind, turned his head to look, and found that it was Wei Meng behind him, only to see Wei Meng stretch out his hand and make a motion to wipe his neck, which was full of provocation.

Han Feng glanced at him coldly, ignoring him, in the process of turning his head, Han Feng saw Becknan in the distance, and seemed to be smiling and glancing at himself, "I'm Cao, why don't you look at me like me when he's numb? I think Lao Tzu is easy to bully! Look at how Lao Tzu plays you to death!" Han Feng's heart suddenly became angry, Han Feng thought that he had never recruited or provoked people, but now there were enemies everywhere, Han Feng was a little angry.

"City Lord's Mansion Bei Family, do you want to calculate Lao Tzu when you draw lots? Lao Tzu is not going to draw lots, see how you calculate!" Han Feng had already stretched out his hand to prepare for the lottery, but when he thought of this, he suddenly retracted his hand again, and then slowly retreated, letting the others go and draw first.

"Look at how you calculate Lao Tzu. Han Feng hugged his shoulders and glanced at Becknan, and found that Becknan's gaze glanced at him from time to time, and Han Feng sneered in his heart.

As the fighters completed the draw one by one, Han Feng never stepped forward again, which made Becknan a little anxious, and his gaze at Han Feng became more frequent, and his expression was very anxious. But Han Feng still stood at the back and didn't move.

In the end, Becknan couldn't wait any longer, so he walked over directly, with a warm smile on his face, and said to Han Feng: "Why don't Brother Han Feng go to the lottery yet? Why don't we go together?"

Han Feng sneered in his heart, but he pretended not to care and said on his face: "The result of the lottery has long been doomed, it is the same in the morning and in the evening, it is better to let others draw first, I am not in a hurry, just draw last." ”

Seeing this, Becknan was also helpless and had no choice but to leave. Looking at Becknan's back, Han Feng's eyes turned cold, "Xiaobi, this is what you have since childhood, I have always held grudges, see how Lao Tzu plays with you." ”

At this time, everyone had already drawn lots, and the last bamboo stick was left in the hands of the person in charge, "Who else hasn't drawn lots?" said the person in charge loudly.

"I!" replied Han Feng as he stood behind, and then slowly walked towards the person in charge. And Han Feng's holding like this also attracted everyone's attention, everyone looked at Han Feng, only to see Han Feng smiling and his eyes deep, making people unable to guess what he was thinking, and I don't know why he didn't draw lots.

"You don't have to come here, your signature number is No. 8, the eighth group competition. The person in charge said directly to Han Feng.

Hearing this number, Han Feng glanced at Becknan, wondering if his calculation had succeeded, but from Becknan's disappointed expression, Han Feng guessed that Becknan's methods had not succeeded. Originally, the opponent that Becknan arranged for Han Feng was a level 20 fighter, but when the draw was drawn, Han Feng did not come for a long time, and the lottery prepared for Han Feng was taken away by others, and the person in charge couldn't make it too obvious, and finally left Han Feng with the No. 8 lot.

"Han Feng, I'll be polite to you later!" Qin Ruoxue walked over and said to Han Feng with a smile.

"Oh, you're also number eight?" Han Feng looked at Qin Ruoxue in surprise.

"Yes, look!" Qin Ruoxue raised the bamboo skewer in her hand, which said "No. 8".

"It's such a coincidence, then don't you want to be beaten by me and cry?" Han Feng said with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm very powerful now, I'm afraid you'll be beaten and cry by me!" Qin Ruoxue said as if she was waving her fists in demonstration.

"I'm so scared!" Han Feng pretended to be scared, and Qin Ruoxue giggled. At the same time, Han Feng's eyes glanced at Becknan in the distance, and his eyebrows raised.

There was always a resentful gaze looking at the two of them in the distance, if the gaze could kill, I am afraid that Han Feng would have been killed a hundred times. Becknan gritted his teeth and glared at Han Feng, looking at the two laughing, Becknan was already jealous, and he was about to lose his mind, "Han Feng, a hillbilly, what qualifications do you have to fight with me! The toad also wants to eat swan meat! Look how I play you to death!"

Han Feng didn't know what Becknan thought, even if he knew, Han Feng wouldn't care, since he was already an enemy, what else was there to be afraid of, Han Feng would never be afraid of any enemy.

At this time, the first competition had already begun, one was Wang Ziyan from the Wang family, one of the four major families in Qincheng, a twentieth-level fire mage, and the other was a fifteenth-level warrior from Fenglin Village. The battle between the two was fierce, with flames flying and swords shining, a picture of a dragon and a tiger.

Han Feng's eyes were gradually attracted by the competition in the ring, and through observation, Han Feng found that although the fifteenth-level warrior of Fenglin Village was five levels lower than the twentieth-level Wang Ziyan, there was not much difference in the battle. Han Feng thought for a moment and understood, in the same rank, the gap between levels was only five attribute points, which was not a lot, and the transformation into combat power was only some, although the initial attributes were different, this difference was also different, but no matter how big the gap was, it was not so big that it was very different, "Unless there is a superb garbage attribute like me, there is not that big a gap between the combatants even if they are a few levels." Han Feng thought to himself.

"In the same level of battle, the key to determining the outcome of the battle is combat skills, there is not much difference in attributes, equipment is just foreign objects, if there is no absolute overwhelming advantage in skills, the key is combat skills. Watching other people's competitions, Han Feng also got a huge harvest.

"It seems that in the future battles, I should hone my combat skills more. Han Feng thought secretly.

At this time, the game in the field was coming to an end, Wang Ziyan used a skill Flying Fire Meteor, an indiscriminate attack of the fireball in the sky, directly enveloping the fifteenth-level warrior of Fenglin Village who was short of qi and blood, and the warrior had to finally admit defeat before being teleported out of the ring.

The second game was Becknan fighting against another archer from the countryside, seeing Becknan playing, Han Feng immediately concentrated, after all, he had become an enemy, Han Feng didn't dare to be too careless, and he also needed to understand the strength of the other party.

To Han Feng's surprise, Becknan's profession turned out to be an archer, and the battle between the two archers made Han Feng really speechless, it was boring to death, the two of them stood in the ring, twenty meters apart, shooting at each other, no skills at all, and finally Becknan ended this boring competition with a great advantage.

After the third competition, Han Feng finally understood that the fighters of the original countryside group wanted to retain their strength and fight for the last two places, and they didn't have much hope of defeating the fighters of the urban group, whether it was level or equipment skills, they were at a disadvantage, so it was better to leave their strength and fight with the fighters of the other country group.

"It's not stupid, then let's see who can win in the end!" Han Feng snorted coldly and stopped paying attention to the battle on the field.

At this moment, the next group of players attracted Han Feng's attention, and the two players in this group surprised Han Feng a little, they were all acquaintances.

One is Yang Siyu, the chief butler of the iron-blooded mercenary group, and the other is Wei Meng of Lin Yue Village, Han Feng's old opponent. I saw Yang Siyu swaying lightly, and walked into the ring with curled steps, attracting the attention of countless eyes. Yang Siyu's appearance and figure are in huge contrast, and his appearance can be said to be exquisite, small and cute, but his figure is bumpy, hot and attractive, and he can be called an angel's face and devilish figure, which made countless perverts in the audience leave saliva, and even Han Feng secretly swallowed spit.

And the great contrast with Yang Siyu is Wei Meng, at this time Wei Meng's face is gloomy, his eyes are cold, he is not too handsome, and he looks ugly, Wei Meng looked at Yang Siyu, and suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed, and said: "Sister, Brother Meng has taken a fancy to you, follow Brother Meng in the future, Brother Meng will let you eat and drink spicy food." ”

After Wei Meng finished speaking, Yang Siyu's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes emitted a cold light.

Han Feng, who was sitting in the audience, also trembled in his heart, Han Feng didn't know what Wei Meng thought, and he dared to say this to Yang Siyu casually, could it be that he was confused, Han Feng didn't dare to look down anymore.