41 "Along the way, it's Brother Lin that you're protecting me, and I can't help you at all, I can only watch you fight bloodily, and it may become a burden to you. Chu Ke'er said seriously.

"The time for the Xingyue Sect to recruit disciples once every five years is approaching, my father has an old relationship with some elders of the Xingyue Sect, and my brother and I originally planned to worship the Xingyue Sect when they came out this time. ”

"Brother Lin, I hope to be able to fight with you in the future, unlike before, you could only protect me. The room echoed with the girl's hopeful words, revealing an unwavering determination.

"Brother Lin, I really don't want to leave you, it's just that I don't want to become a burden to you. ”

In the end, a mist appeared in Chu Ke'er's eyes, wetting her delicate little face. Apparently it was a difficult decision for her.

After Fang Lin heard this, he only felt that the softest string in his heart was touched, until this time, Fang Lin found that he already had her firm figure in his heart, this girl was pitiful.

Fang Lin stroked Chu Ke'er's hair hanging down and said softly, "Brother Lin is also looking forward to that day, fighting side by side with Ke'er. ”

Chu Ke'er is extraordinary, he has already experienced this, but his combat effectiveness is not as good as him, and he can't compare with him. He believed that Chu Ke'er would definitely shine when he arrived in the Star Moon Sect, and the gap in these aspects should be bridged.

After all, the Xingyue Sect is one of the eight super sects in the mainland, and it is strong and strong. Countless martial artists were eager to enter the Super Sect, but the recruitment conditions were extremely strict, which discouraged them. However, with Chu Keer's talent, this is not a difficult task.

"Uh-huh. ”

Chu Ke'er lay quietly in Fang Lin's arms, enjoying this warmth and sweetness, she was about to separate from Fang Lin, and she would not meet for a long time, such a time was rare. Smelling the breath on Fang Lin's body, she seemed to remember it forever, and gradually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, time passed in a hurry, and many people were not in a quiet mood and looked forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

In the early morning, this ancient land was almost boiling, and countless warriors rushed towards the center of the Holy War City, where the competition of the Hundred Nations was held.

The arena is very large, divided into 50 rings, surrounded by many high platforms, which can be watched by the warriors in the city.

At this time, more than 5,000 young martial artists stood in the center of the martial arts arena, listening to an old man explain the rules of the competition.

Fang Lin listened a little and understood the rules of the competition, if the martial artist admits defeat or gets out of the ring, he will be considered defeated, and he can't continue to shoot, otherwise he will be deprived of the qualification for the competition.

Of course, there are often warriors who lose their lives in martial arts competitions, and the Hundred Nations Competition is no exception, and there are many warriors who died in the ring because they didn't have time to admit defeat in the past, which was bloody and cruel.

At this time, the old man waved his hand, and countless streamers appeared in the air, flying in front of everyone, turning into metal cards, which were engraved with numbers.

"This is your identity code, one and five thousand and sixty, and so on. Well, the joust begins. After the old man finished speaking, he jumped onto a high platform in the center.

On the high platform, there were more than a dozen warriors sitting, their faces blurred, covered by the formation, but the aura they exuded was unfathomable, and they were obviously all hero-like existences.

"Crane Lao, can you guess which little guy is the champion this time?" said the old man who told the rules to an old man with white hair and beard, a little careless.

"Until the end, who can be sure. The old man, known as Crane Lao, shook his head, "But there are indeed some good seedlings, and I am not as good as them at this age." ”

If Fang Lin saw this old man, he would definitely be surprised, because he was the crane elder of the Dark Shadow City, and he had also crossed paths with Fang Lin. At this time, the crane old man was full of spirit, full of blood and energy, and there was no sign of decay, and he was completely no longer the old man he was at that time.

"Haha. A middle-aged martial artist laughed and said, "Of course, the disciples I taught are not ordinary." His eyebrows and eyes were full of pride, as if he was praising his disciple.

Crane Lao smiled and did not speak.

The rest of the people listened to their words and also spoke, "This young man is indeed unusual, and I have some expectations." ”

Fang Lin is the twenty-fifth, Chu Ke'er is the fourth hundred and eighty, and Chu Nan is the fifth hundred and fifteenth. There were fifty rings in the martial arts arena, and Fang Lin played in the first round.

There will be one round of matches a day, and half of the players will be eliminated every day for the first three days, and the remaining warriors will need to fight three times a day for the second two days, and the first ten will be contested on the sixth day.

The elimination rules of the competition are very cruel, as long as you lose one, you can only stop the game, so the competition depends not only on strength, but also on luck. If you are unlucky and meet the strongest martial artist, then even if his strength is enough to rank in the top ten, he will be eliminated.

Of course, the organizers will not match the top players from the beginning, and the purpose of releasing the seed list is to avoid such a tragedy. Just like Fang Lin, he is ranked twenty-fifth on the list, and he is number twenty-five.

Although the warriors participating in the Hundred Nations Contest are not simply among the hundred countries, they are still related to the survival of the kingdom. Participating warriors from all countries will get one point if they win one game, and the bottom ten of the kingdom's overall ranking will be divided among the rest of the kingdoms.

Fang Lin's first opponent was not strong, only the Naling Quadruple Heaven, and he was slashed out of the ring by Fang Lin's sword, there was no doubt about it.

The strength of the younger generation is also very different, and there are also martial artists who have just arrived at the Naling Realm to participate, thinking that as long as they participate in the Hundred Nations Competition, they can get benefits, but the result is inevitably the fate of losing a game.

In fact, the people on the seed list can indeed be proud of the crowd, and it doesn't take a few moves to solve the opponent, which is extremely easy. Almost at the same time, thirty people on the list left the ring, which left the ring speechless.

Chu Ke'er's strength is in the upper reaches here, and Chu Nan is above average. When it was their turn, the opponent they encountered was also weak, and they managed to defeat their opponent and move on to the next round.

Lin Yue, the other two contestants of the Hundred Warring States, advanced, and Zhou Heng's opponent was stronger than him and was unfortunately eliminated.

After the first day of competition, Fang Lin found that there were still some young masters who were not on the list, and they also had the strength to rush to the realm and easily advanced.

These contestants didn't have much of a reputation before the competition, and even the organizers didn't fully know what they were capable of, but from the very beginning of the competition, they showed their potential to break into the top 10.

This makes many people sigh that there are talents from the mainland generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years!

The first day of the tournament was dominated by the most participants, but there were few high-profile contests, but many martial artists evaluated the contestants and discussed who might be the eventual winners.

The contest lasted six full hours, and at least fifty battles were fought in each ring, and the ground was stained red with blood, including some of the fighters who died.