"Huh?"

The host was stunned and looked at the two of them puzzled.

"Why don't you go down yet?"

Su Yang asked suspiciously.

The corners of the host's mouth twitched slightly, and he boldly pointed to the box: "You... You guys also... No lottery was drawn. ”

"It's good if you don't have an insider."

"Just like before."

Su Yang said politely again.

The host was silent, silent, and silent, but in the end he still didn't control his emotions, and Yu Yu said: "The premise of the inside story is that you have to smoke it first, if you don't smoke it, how can I do the inside story..."

"Oh!"

Su Yang suddenly grabbed a ball from the box and threw it into the host's hand.

Looking at the numbers on the ball, the host cried with joy.

"Wow!"

"The players of Shanhai City still drew the first to appear!"

"Keeping my record again!"

"I'd rather call it..."

"The king of starters!"

The host excitedly pointed the number '1' on the ball at the camera and showed the whole audience, for fear that the audience would not be able to see it.

It's been sneaky for a long time, and suddenly it's a joy to be able to shine brightly, this kind of joy is too precious.

After showing the number for half a minute, the host left the stage under the urging of the director in the headset and handed over the ring to Su Yang and the little monk.

The little monk is also the starter of Qiushui City.

Obviously, it is to directly face Su Yang in the first round.

"We..."

"Start?"

The little monk asked.

Su Yang nodded.

"Burn the lamp - protect the body."

The little monk whispered softly, and a layer of golden light appeared around his body, slightly more refined than half a month ago, but not much.

At present, the fit has gone from five percent to six percent at best.

"In the past half a month, I have been thinking hard for a long time, why, I can't beat you."

"Not enough attack power!"

"So, I thought of ways to improve it."

While speaking, the little monk smiled and took off the long box that he had always carried behind him and opened it!

Pull out a submachine gun.

"Maybe in half a year, this thing will be completely eliminated."

"But now, it should be a relatively strong weapon."

"The game didn't say that you can't use guns."

"Hee-hee..."

The little monk muttered, pulled the bolt of the gun, aimed it at Su Yang, and a shuttle of bullets poured in.

Even Su Yang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"It's... Exciting! ”

"Quick, five..."

Su Yang whispered softly, and the next moment he was like a ghost, constantly dodging in the ring.

Fortunately, the distance between the audience and the ring is relatively far.

Otherwise, just this shuttle, I don't know if Su Yang will die or not, and the audience will have to die.

“？？？”

"Holy!"

"Isn't this the Immortal Journey Competition?"

"Why is there a submachine gun ?!!"

"I just checked the format, and I really didn't say that guns are not allowed."

"But the Immortal Cultivator Competition..."

"Shouldn't the most important thing to consider be the issue of human death?"

The auditorium instantly became noisy.

They looked at the child in the ring in shock, who was covered in golden light, holding a submachine gun, and shooting wildly, and was a little unacceptable for a while.

And what they imagined...

The drop is too big.

The bullets shot holes in the ground, and Su Yang kept running, barely dodging the bullets.

It was the first time he had been so embarrassed.

It was not even possible to approach the little monk at all.

After all, even if it was him, if he wanted to break the little monk's defense, it would take three seconds.

Three seconds...

The little monk pulled the trigger, which was enough to punch dozens of holes in his body.

A full minute passed.

The barrel of the submachine gun heats up and runs out of bullets.

The oppressive force from technology is only now over.

After turning on the 'five speeds' for a minute in a row, Su Yang's face was a little pale, and he looked at the little monk from a distance.

The little monk aimed at Su Yang, pulled the trigger twice, and after finding that there were no more bullets, he threw the submachine gun on the ground with a disappointed face.

"It's not going to kill you..."

"I lost."

The little monk said very frankly, just in front of Su Yang, he scattered the golden light of the protective body and walked under the ring.

Su Yang looked at his back: "You can actually consume me for a while." ”

"I know."

"But what does it matter to me whether the game is won or lost."

"It's not fun at all."

The little monk didn't stop, and jumped directly from the ring: "I owe you a life, when you want to kill me, just come to me." ”

After speaking, the little monk gradually moved away.

Everyone gathered in the Imperial City because of the immortal journey, but in the end, in addition to the audience, who really cared about this game, I am afraid that only Su Yang and the Imperial City were left.

Originally, the little monk also had thoughts, but after finding that his strength was not enough, he decisively chose to leave.

Pick it up and put it down gently.

Perhaps, under the continuous stimulation of the power of immortals, there are too many people in this world who have changed unconsciously.

There are a few people who can really keep their hearts.

The next game has lost its appreciation, but it is just to continue to set off Su Yang's strength.

What's even more outrageous is the match between Skyfire City and Wind and Snow City.

The two sides are as if there is some kind of life and death feud.

Crippled, foolish, no one 'summons immortals', fists to the flesh.

In the end, they were 'seriously injured'!

Ontario fought a snowstorm alone, and finally after replacing the two of them, he also retired with a 'serious injury'.

The remaining three in Skyfire City are all tough guys.

and the remaining two of Snow City fought hard, but unfortunately the final strength was still not good, and it ended with a narrow victory over Snow City.

So far, the finalists have come to the fore.

Mountains and seas battle wind and snow.

Merely...

Five people were killed in the snowstorm, and all of them were seriously injured.

The lame man was 'filled with grief and anger', and directly gave up the final three days later.

In other words, Shanhai City, inexplicably, has become the first to step on the path to immortals.

As long as the fight with the people of the Imperial City is finished in three days...

That 'vessel' can be directly in hand, saving three days for Tong Tong in vain.

But on the night of the end of the game, the Imperial City announced.

Blizzard City abstained early, disrupting the original system of the tournament, but due to the format issues, the finals were still played six days later. ’

'Shanhai City, have the qualifications to challenge the Imperial City! ’

We'll see what the outcome will be. ’

At the bottom of the announcement is a beautiful poster.

Top of the Imperial City!

Showdown with the mountains and seas!

"Strange."

"Why does the Imperial City insist on keeping the game time?"

"And so far in this game, in addition to the crazy publicity on the Imperial City side, which has made the hundred cities broadcast live simultaneously, the game itself... It doesn't seem to be that kind of interested. ”

"Whether it's a very perfunctory competition mode or such an outrageous behavior as a little monk holding a submachine gun, they don't care too much."

Liu Chengfeng, who was pale and looked very weak, almost came out of the toilet with his support for the wall, sat on the soft sofa, looked out the window, frowned slightly, and whispered softly.

(I'm going out in a few days, so I need to save up in advance, but I update four chapters a day, it's too difficult to save the manuscript, so I'll be three more days for the time being, and then I'll continue to save four more when I stabilize, not a big pie.) pS: The first volume is coming to an end, and it's time for the whole book to officially enter the plot. ）