"By the way, Jiang Feng and Wang Yu have already finished the exam, how are their results?" Zhou Dong suddenly thought of this question and asked in a hurry.

"The two of them ......" Shan Feng looked helpless, "both of them have been eliminated......"

"What......" Zhou Dong was shocked, both of them were eliminated? After all, both of them are more than three feet three. Their strength was roughly the same as the Zhou Dong before they realized the power of the will, and they were defeated so happily.

Zhou Dong was speechless.

"Okay, Zhou Dong, this is the transcript of the first five days of the exam, and now two hundred and fifty have been admitted, this is the results of these people. You watch first, I'll have to get ready. ”

Shan Feng handed Zhou Dong a list and walked off the stage.

"Brother, come, sit here......" Ling Huan shouted from afar. And the people nearby who didn't know Ling Huan's identity all cast envious eyes on Zhou Dong. Ling Huan was dressed in tight-fitting leather armor and looked heroic. The two slender long legs made many men swallow their saliva.

Zhou Dong walked over happily. Ling Huan smiled and handed Zhou Dong a hair bundle or something, and in front of the hair bundle, there were two thin transparent crystals.

"Is this ......," Zhou Dong asked suspiciously.

Ling Huan smiled, "This is a spiritual eye, wearing it, you can clearly see the performance of every player in the arena." ”

"Oh......" Zhou Dong took it with interest, he looked around, and saw that everyone in the audience was wearing such a spiritual eye. He sat beside Ling Huan and put the spirit eye on his head.

Through those two crystals, in an instant, in the distant arena, every grass and tree appeared extremely clear, as if in front of them. The foul smell from the mouth and nose of the demon spirit seemed to be close at hand. The expressions on the faces of each contestant are extremely realistic.

"This, that's amazing......"

Zhou was pleasantly surprised.

......

"Ladies and gentlemen, ......" a clear voice came abruptly. The voice is not high-pitched, but it is very clear to everyone's ears. The mountains are faintly rumbling with an echo.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the sound.

But I saw that on the examiner platform in front of the arena, an old man in a gray robe embroidered with the word "extreme" embroidered on his chest, as if talking to someone opposite him, but every word came out from afar, suppressing the hustle and bustle of 100,000 people.

Zhou Dong was secretly shocked: The strength of this teacher of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy is too strong.

"Today is the sixth day of the exam, and now, the first exam will start immediately, so please enter the ......"

As soon as the gray-robed old man's words fell, a hundred young men walked into the hall with a heroic posture.

And at this moment, Zhou Dong felt like a thunderbolt in his ears, and cheers like a landslide sounded around him: "Qingxia will win, Qingxia will win......"

Everyone was waving their fists excitedly and cheering on the training camp fighters, and the crowd of cheers was like a boiling wave.

Long Kehammer and the others on the side of Zhou Dong couldn't help but be excited at this time, and with the crowd, their faces were flushed and they waved their fists.

The Qingxia people are very important, and although the surrounding barbarians also belong to the Qingxia country, the invasion thirty years ago made the Qingxia people slaughtered. Although the attitude of the empire towards these barbarians is relatively friendly on formal occasions, among the people, the people are harboring a kind of hatred.

The barbarians have no remorse for that period of history. At the same time, relying on the strength of secret arts, the usually extremely arrogant arrogance also made the Qingxia people very angry.

"Green summer will win, green summer will win......"

The cheers and shouts of the surrounding sea make people's blood boil.

"It's crazy. Zhou Dong turned his head and smiled at Ling Huan. Zhou Dong saw that these big people in Chongfan City around him also put down their reserve at this time, blushing, waving their fists, leaning forward, stomping their heels and shouting loudly.

At this moment, Zhou Dong noticed that the fourteen barbarian teenagers in the field wearing strange costumes had unnatural faces.

There must be too few barbarians to cheer them on. In the midst of this sea of people, the shouts and congratulations of their viewing group are almost negligible.

......

At this time, Zhou Dong suddenly noticed that in the crowd, there was a set of distinct numbers on the chests of the students of each training camp.

“33、29、31、30、28......”

"Sister, what do the numbers on their chests mean?" Zhou Dong pointed to the middle of the field and asked Ling Huan, "Why are only our people who have numbers on their chests, but those barbarians who choose not to have their hands?"

Nodding, Ling Huan smiled and whispered in Zhou Dong's ear, "These numbers are the results of the test of the players' gun power when they enter. The number on each person's chest represents the amount of their actual attack power. For example, if you look at the red-haired boy, his number is 34, which means that his attack power has reached three feet and four feet. As for the barbarians, they rely more on some secret arts, and testing the attack power has little practical effect on them, so they don't. ”

"Oh......" Zhou Dong wondered.

At this time, Ling Huan lowered his head and leaned into Zhou Dong's ear and said, "Brother, when they compete in a while, you must pay more attention to those barbarian players." Some of their secret techniques are terrifying, and only by knowing more can they be more sure when they are competing. ”

"En", Zhou Dong responded in a low voice, he paid attention to those people in his heart.

......

Taking advantage of the time when there was no official competition, Zhou Dong lowered his head and hurriedly glanced at the report card.

"What ......" At this time, he was shocked.

The competition has been going on for five days, and out of the 250 students who have been admitted so far, 213 are barbarian players. Only 37 trainees were admitted to the camp. There were 50 games in the first five days, and on average, there was less than one person.

And the top 10 position is even more dismal. Right now, only two players are training campers.

Zhou Dong gasped: The barbarians are so terrifying? No wonder Inspector Jiang said that except for the thirty students of the special training team, one more person is a victory if they are admitted. Today is the last day of the exam, and there will be fifty more places. How many people can be selected for the training camp?

At this moment, Zhou Dong's heart also felt heavy.

Looking at the report card carefully, Zhou Dong saw that the top ten, each player hunted more than 100 spirit cores, the highest first place was a barbarian boy named Zhemusi, with a total of 196 points, and the second place was Ma Qingchuan, who ranked first in the training camp, with a total of 170 points. The lowest 10th place below also has a score of 103 points.

It's horrible. The top 10 are really strong. When Zhou Dong was in Luoyun Base, the four of them teamed up and hunted 81 magic crystals in three days. And these players can hunt nearly 200 spirit cores in an hour.

......

In the audience, there was a noisy discussion at this time:

"This time, I'm optimistic about the red-haired one, his attack power is the highest in it, and he will definitely compete for a spot this time......"

"No, I am optimistic about the tall and strong one, and look at his information, saying that he has been trained by going into the flood wilderness with the hunter group all the year round. If you look at his eyes and that murderous aura, you can know that he is by no means a good stubble. He's going to win this ......"

"Come on, let's cheer for them, come on boys, give me a good beating, hit ...... hard"

"Come on, give me all the bunny cubs of the barbarians......"

The sound of cheering like a tidal wave sounded again. The audience of the Qingxia Empire has been depressed for too long. They need a win so badly to vent.

......

"Now I declare that the competition has officially begun!"

With the words of the gray-robed old man, the audience fell silent instantly, and the hearts of every audience member rose at the same time, and they even leaned forward, secretly sweating for the players in the field.

"Boom", at this moment, a hundred teenagers moved at the same time.