As soon as the voice fell, a young man dressed in white jumped onto the platform.

"Just slap the stick holder with the power of your palm!" The elder of the Falling Star Pavilion glanced indifferently at the young man's body, and said lightly, "Let's start!"

Hearing this, the young man in white nodded slightly, then stepped forward, stopped a foot in front of the lottery, raised his hand, and the wind of his palm stirred, discharging the air, and bombarding the lottery.

Airplanes!

The bowl shook slightly, humming like an ancient bell, and then a black light burst out from the hole in the holder.

Without waiting for everyone to see the appearance of the black light clearly, the old man of the Falling Star Pavilion raised his hand and waved his sleeve lightly, and the black light shot towards the young man in white, who reached out and grabbed it in his hand.

"Don't let others see the sign, let alone exchange it with others!" Looking at the white-clothed young man who looked down at the sign, the old man of the Falling Star Pavilion commanded lightly.

The white-clothed young man nodded in response, clenched his fists and retreated, and at the same time, the old man of the Falling Star Pavilion began to think of a name again.

"Beisha Sect, Zhao Yi!"

Although the lottery is carried out one by one, but the speed is not slow, just two sticks of incense, more than 200 people have been carried out, according to this speed, at most half an hour, it can be over.

"Hidden Blood Sect, Feng Ming!"

Another martial artist drew lots, and the voice of the elder of the Falling Star Pavilion sounded faintly.

Hearing this voice, Feng Ming's spirit was shocked, he didn't dare to delay, jumped onto the platform, raised his hand to salute a few people, and then stepped forward. A palm slapped on the holder, a buzzing sounded, and a black light burst out, shooting towards Feng Ming, who was accurately grasped in his hand.

He lowered his head and swept the sign in his hand, and then retreated, and at the same time, the voice of the old man of the Falling Star Pavilion sounded unhurriedly again.

"Hidden Blood Sect, Han Chen!"

Han Chen's eyes flashed, and there was no nonsense. Lift yourself up and jump on the platform.

Looking at Han Chen. Several elders who had been indifferent couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in their eyes at this time.

They were surprised by Han Chen's youth, and even more surprised by Han Chen's strength, with their cultivation. Naturally, it could be seen that Han Chen's cultivation realm was only the eight-star sword spirit realm. And look at the revealed breath fluctuations. It's just the first time to get promoted.

It is really a bit unbelievable that such a cultivation can pass the first and second rounds of assessment of guò masters.

However, soon, they discovered that the qi and blood in Han Chen's body were so strong. It's even more incredible, billowing and surging, like wolf smoke.

The stronger the qi and blood, the stronger the physical body, and the qi and blood are like wolf smoke, which is the level that can only be reached when the physical strength reaches a certain level.

Thinking of this, the surprise in the hearts of several people dissipated. Internal and external cultivation, although rare, but not nothing, the nine sects of the competition held for so many sessions, physical cultivation, or internal and external cultivation of martial artists, is not unseen.

It's just that in comparison, this teenager is much younger.

"Let's start!" the elder of the Falling Star Pavilion said lightly to Han Chen.

The rules of the lottery have been mentioned many times before, so there is no need to say anything more at this time.

Han Chen nodded, hugged his fists at a few people, and took a step forward directly, without gathering momentum, he directly raised his hand and waved it out.

There was a buzzing and a black light bursting out.

The probe grabbed the black light in his hand, but Han Chen was a little curious about the sign. The lottery has been conducted so far, and more than 200 people have been conducted, but except for more than 200 people, no one knows what this sign looks like, even if Han Chen perceives it with soul power, there is no way, the layer of black light on the surface of this sign can resist all the qi qi qi perception power.

He lowered his head and looked at it slightly.

This is a palm-sized jade plaque, somewhat similar to the assessment jade plaque, but the pattern on it is different from the assessment jade plaque, and on its front, a number is carved.

Seventy-four!

This is Han Chen's number, and he will use this number to arrange opponents for a match.

The signing was very ordinary, and after Han Chen glanced at it twice, he lost interest, retracted his gaze, hugged his fists at the Falling Star Pavilion and several other elders, and turned around and retreated.

Returning to his seat, Han Chen didn't continue to pay attention, there was a black light shrouded in the sign, and he couldn't detect anything at all. And those warriors, also abide by the rules, after getting the sign, confirm their numbers, and then take it into their arms, no longer revealed, others have no way of knowing, who their opponent will be.

In this case, it is better to close your eyes and wait quietly.

In fact, most martial artists did the same, only when the Elder of the Falling Star Pavilion pronounced his name, he would wake up, draw lots, and then return to his seat and continue to close his eyes and recuperate.

The sun was in the sky, it was not long after noon, the warm sun was falling, and the gentle breeze was blowing from time to time, making people feel a kind of drowsy urge.

But at this time, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the field, but none of them relaxed, everyone's hearts were tense, and the indifferent voice of the elder of the Falling Star Pavilion was unhurried or slow, and every time it sounded, it made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

At this time, they were even more nervous than the others who participated, as if the next moment, the mouth of the Elder of the Falling Star Pavilion would announce their names.

The draw was carried out unhurriedly, and after half an hour, when the last warrior probe grabbed the black light that burst out of the lottery holder, turned around and retreated, the draw ended here.

At this time, there was silence in the field, and everyone's eyes were focused on this elder of the Falling Star Pavilion.

The latter's face was indifferent, and he raised his hand to put the lottery holder into the empty ring, and then his voice sounded slowly, "The lottery is over, and you must have already known the numbers on your signature." ”

"In the next game, the number one and the second will face off, the third and the fourth duel, and so on!"

"The rules are also very simple, as long as the opponent is knocked out of the ring, or the opponent admits defeat, the calculation is to win. This is the preliminary round, so there is only one chance, the winner advances, and the loser exits!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept around, and he said loudly: "Now I announce, the first preliminary round of the third round of assessment, begins!"

As soon as the words fell, he and the other eight sect elders turned around and walked off the platform.

Whoosh

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and I saw young warriors jumping up from their seats and rushing to the platform.

There are a total of 25 martial arts platforms on the platform, and the martial arts platforms are all marked, from the No. 1 martial arts platform to the twenty-fifth martial arts platform, and the people competing in martial arts are also arranged in order, so there will not be an embarrassing scene where several martial artists appear in a martial arts platform at the same time. (To be continued......)

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