The rules of the competition: two people with adjacent numbers automatically become opponents, if one of them falls to the ground or goes out of the competition table will be judged to lose, and the winning side will draw the next round of lottery and go to the next competition table to continue. You won't be able to advance to the next round until you win 10 games in a row. The losing side stays where it is and continues to compete with the remaining neighbors, and the winning side refers to the above. If you lose a game in between, start from the beginning. It doesn't stop until the top 100 are decided.

It's not just a test of strength, but also speed and luck. Therefore, in this competition, it is necessary to fight quickly.

If you encounter someone who is higher than your own cultivation, I am afraid that there will be a fierce battle. Zhuohua prayed silently in his heart, don't carry it like that.

Her number itself is not high, and she starts a little later. If you encounter someone with equal strength, if you delay it, I'm afraid that the next competition will be hopeless. Thinking of this, Zhuohua's palms sweated slightly.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! With the bell ringing from nowhere, the long-awaited outer door competition finally kicked off.

Zhuohua watched everyone's competition carefully, silently estimated their strength in his heart, and silently remembered the moves of several people with high promotion possibilities.

The wait has been long and painful, but fortunately, there are not many people who have been winning all the time.

"Nos. 1249 and No. 1250."

Finally it was my turn.

Zhuohua took a deep breath, lifted his breath, and stood on the platform.

Only after standing firm did she look up at her opponent.

The boy was very delicate, and his face was red at this time, and he did not know whether he was excited or nervous.

"Fortunately, it's a sixth-layer qi refining layer."

Zhuohua was slightly relieved.

After the two sides met the salute, Zhuohua rushed straight over neatly, and then ...... directly threw people off the platform.

She apologized silently in her heart, it was really not that she didn't save face for her opponent, she really couldn't afford to delay time.

The monk she had left behind stood there in a daze, not even reacting to what had happened.

It feels like it's over before it starts......

Zhuohua hurriedly jumped down, drew a lot, and left in a hurry.

Left behind a group of stunned "onlookers" standing here. ”

In the end, she went all the way, and the opponents she encountered were not high in cultivation. This made her think she had changed her luck for a while.

However, as the saying goes, happiness begets sorrow.

In the crucial last game, she encountered the "hard stubble".

The other party is also a monk in the foundation building period, and the same as Zhuohua, the other party is also a sword cultivator.

He has sword eyebrows and eyes as sharp as an eagle. The face is angular and cloudy, but there is a feeling of not being angry and self-assured.

Feeling the realm of Zhuohua, the other party's expression is not particularly good-looking.

"Zhuohua."

"Han Xiu."

Han Xiu? She remembered that this person's final ranking seemed to be quite high, but she didn't remember the specifics. What she remembers most is that Su Jinxuan won the first place. After all, it's the main character.

This time, Zhuohua did not hesitate at all, she chose to take out her sword.

Han Xiu looked at the sword in Zhuo Hua's hand, and his eyebrows jumped. He was born with a sword cultivation physique, and he had a natural sensitivity to swords, and he clearly felt that the sword in Zhuo Hua's hand was not ordinary. It's just that it seems to be covered up by something.

Although he felt it, there was no trace of greed in his eyes, but full of appreciation.

"Please advise." Han Xiu clenched the sword in his hand, staring at Zhuo Hua with burning eyes, the sword in his hand.