Looking at the candidates below who were agitated by hearing the reward, the black-faced god waved his hand: "Little guys, let's draw lots!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and sat back.

A group of candidates went to the lottery one after another.

Zhao Wen drew it casually and drew No. 161.

According to the rules, the number that also draws 161 will be Zhao Wen's opponent.

Zhao Wen pinched the number plate, still thinking about how to know when he would play.

I saw 100 rings, and each ring rose with a burst of red light, and then formed a number.

"Within half an hour, candidates with the corresponding numbers need to get into the ring, otherwise they will be deemed to have abstained." A strong voice suddenly sounded from the high platform next to the ring.

When the candidates in the audience who held the number plate corresponding to the ring heard this, they hurriedly rushed to the ring.

Just kidding, it's hard to come here, if you are disqualified for procrastination, you will die unjustly.

"It's started, wow! The handiwork of the Rune Guild, the ring can automatically display numbers through runes, it's amazing, and I will also join the Rune Guild in the future. Someone shouted excitedly.

"Cut, what is the Rune Guild, you can join if you want to add it?" Immediately someone sneered.

"Do you care? How old are you? ”

"I don't like you, how do you drop?"

"You two bastards, shut up! The black-faced god stood up. Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Zhao Wen looked at the high platform, and sure enough, the black-faced god was standing by the high platform, staring coldly at the place where the dispute had just occurred.

Instantly, the eyes of everyone in the audience looked in the direction of the ring, looking intently watching the battle in the ring.

Zhao Wen didn't want to provoke the feared black-faced god for no reason, so he quickly turned his head to look at the ring.

All the rings were covered by a circle of white light, and the sound inside could not be heard at all, only people could be seen moving and fighting inside.

Some people in the ring have already fallen to the ground and conceded defeat.

"Look at the rune screen!" Someone suddenly shouted.

Zhao Wen also looked in the direction of the people around him who turned their heads.

I saw a huge rune light screen appear on the wall of the high platform where the black-faced demon god was.

There are green subtitles scrolling on it.

In the No. 5 ring, Li Chongxiao won and Wu Linjiang was defeated.

In the No. 87 ring, Duan Mingtang won and Wang Zhaoqi lost.

In the No. 29 ring, Xu Linglong won and Zhang Chunjing lost.

In the No. 65 ring, Wang Lin won and Wei Tonghai was defeated.

"It is worthy of the three major families of Panling City, and if they win fast enough, they are basically opponents in one round." There was a lot of talk about it below.

"Look, Wei Tonghai of the Forging Guild has lost to Wang Lin, who is this Wang Lin? Wei Tonghai is a martial artist in the ninth rank, how could he be defeated so quickly? Someone else exclaimed.

"Don't you know Wang Lin? That's the City Lord's Mansion, I've seen him, super strong. ”

"City Lord's Mansion? No wonder! ”

The subtitles on the screen are constantly refreshed.

After all, the martial arts realm is not long, and the physical consumption under the violent explosion is very fast.

Therefore, the battle in the ring ends quickly, and some even end in one or two rounds, and there is rarely a stalemate in the ring.

The battle ended in batches, and soon it was Zhao Wen's turn.

Zhao Wen saw the number 161 lit up in the seventh ring on the right, and immediately rushed to the ring.

After watching the audience for a long time, there was white light in the ring, and there was no sound, Zhao Wen was also a little bored and couldn't wait to move.

As soon as Zhao Wen stood on the stage, he saw a young man in black jump into the ring.

A semicircular white light instantly covered the ring.

The black-clothed boy casually drew a long stick from the weapon rack next to the ring.

Zhao Wen clenched his fists, just wanting to make a polite opening.

The referee in the corner of the ring suddenly spoke: "Let's start!" ”

I'm grass, and this begins? Zhao Wen was a little confused.

The black-clothed young man seemed to know that this would be the case, and rushed forward with an arrow, the long stick trembled, the head of the stick danced into a flower, and the head of the head covered his face towards Zhao Wen.

This speed, the martial artist nine dan.

Zhao Wen immediately judged that he was unlucky, and he ran into a nine-stage one when he came up.

Wind willow step!

Zhao Wen hurriedly performed the wind willow step, swaying left and right all over the field, dodging with all his might.

This black-clothed young man has a sharp stick technique, whirring with the wind, and Zhao Wen, who is chasing, is running all over the field.

The first opponent was so fierce, Zhao Wen exclaimed.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the black-clothed young man's mouth, and he said in his heart: "This dirty guy, he didn't pick a weapon when he came up, and he was stupid to hug his fist at me, which stupid hat came out of the horns?" Whip you down with three sticks, and fight quickly! ”

The black-clothed young man stepped violently, grabbed the tail of the stick with one hand, exhaled, and shouted: "Medium! The long stick in his hand was rounded and pulled straight into Zhao Wen's waist.

This stick has an extremely wide range, and the length of the arm of the young man in black plus the length of the long stick almost swept half of the ring.

"Whew!" The violent sound of breaking wind sounded, and Zhao Wen even felt goosebumps on his waist.

Broken Tablet Palm!

Without hesitation, Haori's heart method was running at full strength, and Zhao Wen's left hand seemed to be in a big circle, and he slapped the attacking long stick fiercely.

"Click!" The sticks intersected with a loud bang.

Cracked? The young man in black couldn't believe his eyes.

Although this long stick is the standard weapon of the martial arts, it is also a good iron wood, soaked in tung oil, dried, and then soaked, and made several times, the iron wood is as hard as iron, and the sword is difficult to hurt, and it is actually cracked?

In an instant, Zhao Wen's body was like a leopard, and with a slight jump, he stuck to the stick, his body was in a ball, and he shrank to the bottom of the black-clothed young man, his right leg was straight, and he kicked towards the sky.

This kick kicked straight at the door of the black-clothed young man's face, if he kicked it firmly, I am afraid that the black-clothed young man would have to bloom all over his face.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, the black-clothed young man avoided the kick with an iron plate bridge, the long stick pulled back, and the tail of the stick slammed into the middle of Zhao Wen's legs.

This poke is very vicious, if it is hit, Zhao Wen is afraid that he will have to cut off his children and grandchildren.

Thunder Whip Legs!

The poke of the young man in black completely provoked Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen's right leg knee was slightly bent, the long stick was opened, his waist was twisted sharply, and his left leg was volleyed in the air, and there was a "crackle" explosion.

Dacheng's thunder whip leg was amazingly fast, and before the black-clothed young man could react, he was slapped in the cheek by Zhao Wen's leg.

"Ahh A scream.

Half of the black-clothed young man's teeth were shattered by this leg, and the whole person was like a spinning top, spinning four or five times in the air before he snapped and fell to the ground like a dead dog, and the long stick in his hand didn't know where to throw it.

"Uh-huh-"

The black-clothed young man lying on the ground shouted to admit defeat, but his jaw had already been kicked and dislocated, so he still shouted clearly.

Hating the young man's vicious stick just now, Zhao Wen waited to step forward and repair him a few more times.

A gust of wind blew, and the ring referee was already standing beside Zhao Wen.

The referee glanced at the black-clothed young man on the ground, and seemed to be a little disdainful.

"You've won, go down." The referee waved his hand at Zhao Wen.

Someone from the academy came up and helped the black-clothed boy down.

Zhao Wen was still a little stupid, but he didn't speak, and jumped out of the ring directly.

As soon as Zhao Wen returned to the rest area, he heard a burst of discussions.

"In the 17th ring, Li Chongyun of the Li family was defeated."

"Who did it? The Duan family or the Xu family? ”

"No, it's a guy named Zhao Wen."

"How is this possible? Is there anyone in Panling City who dares not to give face to the three major families? ”

"Look at the rune screen yourself, it just popped up, Ring 17, Zhao Wensheng, Li Chongyun defeated."

"It can't be the City Lord's Mansion, right?"

"Impossible, I know all the people who came to the City Lord's Mansion to participate in the assessment this year, and there is no such person as Zhao Wen."

"I'll go, who is so stunned? Fierce man! ”

"Fierce fart, I think it's a pig's brain, can the Li family give up? Wait, there's a good show. ”

Zhao Wen shook his head, and didn't want to worry about this group of chattering people, so he turned around and wanted to go to the side to rest.

"Who is Zhao Wen?" A cold voice suddenly came.

Zhao Wen turned his head and saw a tall young man staring at him coldly, followed by several people.

Although it was a question sentence, the look in his eyes had already affirmed that he was Zhao Wen.

Thinking that someone was staring at the ring, as soon as the young man in black was defeated, he sent a message to this person, otherwise there were nearly a thousand people at the scene, how could they find themselves so quickly.

"Li Chongxiao!" At the scene, someone who recognized the tall boy exclaimed.

Zhao Wen was stunned, the Li family really found him.

[The new book is released, this book is slowly hot, so stay tuned.] 】