Lin Shuyun was cold, if she was lying aside and pretending to be a dead body, she would definitely come to a letter.

It's just that this girl has been busy all day long, and whenever the little tiger understands a human sentence and learns to cooperate with the skill, she always jumps up and down with excitement;

At this time, Bai Jiao sat silently aside, for many years she boasted that she was in danger, and often when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, she appropriately brought out a glimmer of life, but just like this, she couldn't do it if she regarded life and death as autumn leaves.

Mo Qingxia became the most diligent of the several people, as long as she had free time, she worked hard to practice martial arts, and a typical stupid bird flew first. Of course, with her current cultivation, she can't talk about stupid birds. Seeing the two leisurely women in the distance, sometimes they muttered to themselves: I can't see the practice on weekdays, how can the cultivation be so high"

The rules of the Nova Tournament were originally set by the City Lord's Mansion, and except for the general direction, most of the other players would silently abide by these rules.

In the third round, the format remains unchanged, only this time, there are only 10,000 left. From the millions at the beginning of the competition to the current 10,000, the elimination rate is not high.

In fact, some of the big sects in Jizhou have long begun to secretly contact some good seedlings, and many people have already booked the sect in advance. When the various sects were rushing back and forth to grab the source of life, there were two forces that were as stable as ever, as if those geniuses with great potential had nothing to do with them.

The Seven Feelings Sect, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and they are indifferent.

Jiang Yueju, safe and simple, as a wall view.

This is true for every edition of Rising Star.

Over the years, the Seven Feelings Sect has only received one Cheng Sanxiao; theoretically, the New Star Tournament is the home of the Seven Feelings Sect, but the good seedlings have all gone to other sects, which is really incomprehensible.

What's even more puzzling is that Jiang Yueju.

It seems that in previous Nova competitions, many people want to take the initiative to sign up for entry, but Jiang Yueju has never set a precedent for recruiting disciples in the Nova Competition.

Most of the players who can survive to the third round are the elites of this generation, and at this time, they are all concentrated in the big ring in the middle.

In imagination, these people should be people with their heads held high, handsome men and women, and outstanding figures. But in fact, some lie on their sides, some sit on the ground, some carry rocking chairs at the very edge and shake them, and even some lack arms and legs, and are crooked with one eye and one ear. On the whole, there is no arrogant momentum of a martial arts rookie.

Ouyang Huan cleared his throat before speaking.

"Congratulations to everyone, those who want to enter the big sect have got their wish! Those who want to show off their strength in front of the public have also earned enough face. If the goal has been achieved, I would like to advise you to leave the venue as soon as possible. Because of the later games, the casualty rate will be higher and higher!"

Ouyang Huan paused for a long time, as if waiting for those in the ring to make a move.

"The rules of the game remain the same! According to the usual practice, we still only prepare 100 rings in this round! No way, there are a lot of people who come to die this year, so the competition period is longer than in previous years! Lose once and eliminate directly, only one person is left in each fight, you can rest for every two wins, and if there is no result after seven days, you will be eliminated completely. Good luck. ”

After Ouyang Huan finished speaking, he went directly back to the room of the Seven Feelings Sect. He collapsed on the seat weakly and said, "In the second round, there are sixty-two children of the small sect in Qizhou who have reached the third grade, and the data is quite normal. ”

"The data of the small sect is normal?" Li Jiuzhong fell into deep thought, but did not speak.

Cheng Wenyu said: "What if they have other means?"

"The new cycle is already years old, and we really have to watch out for other plans. Ji Changqing said.

"Jiang Yueju can only afford the façade of four people now, and this time I am afraid it will be extremely difficult. And there are quite a few people who pull back. Zhu Wuji took a long breath.

"Let's hope those guys make it in time. There is still no news from the Chen family in the outer regions?" Li Jiuzhong asked.

"Nope. No one is alive, no corpse is dead. Not even a drop of blood can be seen. Zhu Wuji said a little strangely.

The high-level leaders of these major forces are extremely skilled, and the rooms are close, but they speak extremely casually, and they are not afraid of outsiders hearing at all. It's the voice of the outside world, and these masters can hear it clearly.

Wang Chen came to Chen Jianhur's side and said with some contempt: "You actually bought out your gambling amount?"

"Hey, how do you know?" Jian Chen said in surprise.

"Except for some people who have swollen faces and become fat, who else dares to buy a guy who pretends to be a grandson every day. "Wang Chen's words are not polite at all.

"It is said that when the gambling lottery will be opened, there will be a lot of money. But I'm thinking about how my money will be spent at that time, billions, and I'm going to be happy to think about it. Jian Chen hurriedly smiled.

Wang Chen glanced at Chen Jianhur like an idiot, and then said with some mockery: "I send money to others, and I still dream like an idiot here." ”

Chen Jian hurriedly put away his smiling face and wondered, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting! ask for more blessings!" Wang Chen hummed a little song and left without looking back, looking like a prodigal hooligan.

Ouyang Xue did not participate, and it seemed that there were no accidents in the whole competition.

Liu Qing'er, Zhu Jingfu, Ji Wushuang, Shui Yingyi, Ruthless and others are still smooth, but some Sanpin has made some resistance. For them, the real challenge can only be in the final, and even the semi-final will not make much sense.

Zhu Jingci did not hide his strength in the first few rounds, because his popularity in Yihua City is too small, so there are still many second-grade peaks, third-grade masters have worked hard to make the final attempt, of course, the bitter fruits of the attempt have to suffer.

Zhu Jingci, as usual, didn't use a second move to beat people, and after the challenger got out of the ring with his skin open, he didn't dare to go up again.

The later it gets, the easier it is to disguise its strength, and no matter how bad the rest of the people are, they are also geniuses who can hold up the façade in various places. So as long as you retract a little bit of strength, you can quickly walk into thirty or forty moves.

Seeing that kind of poison again, Bai Jiao and Chen Jianhur were more cautious in their daily lives. Even if it is a slightly more powerful second-grade peak, both of them will show a feeling of using the strength of milk. Although the people of that force in Jizhou may not know the two of them, they have not a firm foothold in Jizhou, and it is always a good mistake to be careful.

But even so, the names of the two of them quickly spread all over Yihua City and became the top 100 popular candidates. After all, there are not many geniuses who can be invincible in their class. Many sects are openly and secretly inquiring about the news of the two, wanting to lead the two to get started.

In the row of rooms on the mountain, the old beggar pointed to Chen Jianxuan, who was struggling with a second-grade master, and exclaimed, "That is what you call Chen Jianfeng?"

"The news that came from below is definitely this person. The beggar on the side said cautiously.

"At such a young age, there is such a city, and in the third round, it is still forbearing!" said the old beggar with a frown.

"This son's scheming talent is not trivial, and he entered the Dongjue Forest with Zhu Jingci, and came out unharmed. ”

"In the future, this young man should not provoke again, talk to those below, and don't be hot when he sees something good from others. ”

"Okay. ”

"Yuanpeng hasn't been released yet?"

"No, the Seven Emotions Sect said that they wouldn't talk about it until the end of the game. ”

"Go and prepare some gifts with Gao Yuecheng, apologize to the Seven Feelings Sect, and just say what my old man said, the phantom dagger will be regarded as a ruthless dowry to Zhu Jingci. ”

"It's... Phantoms are not trivial, do you have to think about it in the long run?"

"After the game, I personally went to propose to Zhu Wuji. The door is right, and with his ruthless background, I believe he will not refuse. Which do you think is the best deal for the Phantom Dagger for the genius who holds the Snow Sword?Besides, if you are reluctant, the dagger will be returned?" the old beggar smiled, looking at his appearance, but he didn't care about the ownership of the dagger.

"Sect Master is wise!"

..........

There are more than 100 people in each ring, and most of the strength in the ring is between the best of the best, and there are not many people who can win two games in a row. It's a pity that the reality is very cruel, everyone who comes up is extraordinary, and once they fight, they will have to stick for at least half an hour.

If this continues, if there is no overwhelming person in the ring, it is estimated that it will take more than fifty hours, and the possibility of ending in seven days is too small.

Fortunately, there are three-grade masters like Chen Jianqian who pretend to be grandsons in every ring, most of these people are a little self-aware, and they don't have the strange combat power of Liu Qing'er and Ji Wushuang, so they can only wait weakly in the early stage to rise to power in the end.

Li Jiuzhong faced the arena, but his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was a little lonely. There was no Hua Yuke sitting in the seat, but there was one more Cheng Wenyu, and several people looked at the arena solemnly and did not speak.

After a long time, Li Jiuzhong slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "Zheng Yuqing, that kid is amazing!"

Zheng Yuqing, the dean of Yunzhou College, Taishan Beidou of the martial arts in the eight states of the extreme west, is also said to be the only nine-rank master who is willing to show his head.

The situation in the field is very weird, and the two second-grade peaks are on the field at the same time.

"Below is Liu Zhi from Yunzhou! The disciple of the outer courtyard of Yunzhou Academy, the peak of the second grade! Please advise!" The players from Yunzhou, no matter who they are, are extremely polite, self-proclaimed their grades, and act above board, not like the disciples of other states who are unreasonable and direct to attack.

"In Xia Zhaotian, from Luanzhou, the pinnacle of the second grade, Qingyun Sect. "Every time the opponent encounters such a situation, he comes to see the face of Yunzhou Academy, and since the other party is polite and thoughtful, it is not appropriate if he is too arrogant.

Half an hour later, one of the two sides shouted: "Brother Tai, I have offended." ”

Then, Zhao Tian was knocked unconscious.

It is already clear that if the grade of the person who comes to power is the same, ninety percent of the people from Yunzhou will win. What made Li Jiuzhong even more angry was that the three products from Yunzhou were all from civilian backgrounds, and there were no children of a big family.