Five pairs of Wanbaomen people, carrying five strange wooden boxes, walked to the podium.

The wooden box is one meter long and half a meter high, and there is a small opening in the middle, which can only accommodate one hand.

I don't know what is in it.

"Quiet!" the monk roared, and Chi Lian, wrapped around his hand, flicked his tail and twisted, and quickly rushed to his neck.

Hiss...

Spit fast, scarlet letter.

"Everyone, divide into five columns, forty men each, and stand in each position. The monk was a little angry, and changed his previous gentle appearance, "Each of you reaches into the box and gets a five-spirit ring!"

That box looks heavy, it must be full of a box of rings, if you take the opportunity to get a few more, then you can clear the customs in advance?

"Lord Bhikkhu, can you take a few more rings?" Someone had already begun to reach into the box to grab it, and the Wanbaomen people who were guarding it did not inspect or inspect it.

"You can take as much as you want, but those who take more will definitely not be able to enter the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Treasures. ”

"Why?" the man asked, still unrelenting, tearing his throat at a cheerful end.

"There's an inspection enchantment when you enter there..."

"Okay, I'll explain the detailed rules of the game. First, if you enter the ancient country of convulsions, you cannot exit halfway. If you want to come out, please figure it out for yourself. Second, the scoring system, the five spirit rings are set of five colors for a group of ten points, each person has and can only have a group, and the rest of the rings are counted as one point. Thirdly, the competition lasts for one month, and if you fail to reach Storm City in one month, you will be deemed to have failed the assessment. ”

In this way, in the most perfect way, there are only twenty people at most qualified. Feng Shu walked forward and touched his chin and muttered to himself.

Originally, the total number of people in the competition was 200, and there was a short-lived ghost who provoked Zhong Shenxiu when he entered the competition and was killed by Zhong Shenxiu with one move, so the total number of people now is 199.

Each person has a colored ring, which means that they need to grab four different colored rings, plus five rings of any color.

That is, if one person wants to reach the final, even if he is lucky, he needs to beat or kill nine people.

One of the more noteworthy things is that the box is so sealed that you can't see what's inside. It is also unknown whether the rings contained in these five wooden boxes are the same color.

"Hey, what kind of ring are you holding?" Some excited crowd of heroes discussed excitedly as soon as they took the ring.

"What about you?"

"Me, uh... Wooden. ”

"You're lying?"

"What am I lying to you for?"

"You lie, you are a thief, otherwise why don't you dare to show it to me!"

Feng Shu listened to their conversation and shook his head, these people would definitely not be able to enter the martial arts competition.

In a short time, everyone present received a spirit ring in their hands.

Except for Fang Yu, the others were hiding and pinching for fear that someone would find out the color of their ring.

"Hey, where is the Ancient Convulsions?"

"That's it, where is the playing field?"

Some people have just received the spiritual ring, and they are impatient, and they are eager to try it, wanting to end the game immediately.

The monk stood on the platform and stretched out his hand and pointed back, "The ancient kingdom of convulsions is here, can't you see it?"

After that, where there is an ancient country, it is just a large area of light green grass.

"Hmph, a little enchantment, what's there to be proud of!" Zhong Shenxiu's left hand was palmed, and with the help of luck, a ball of light blue lightning crackled in her hand.

Yikes!!

With a loud shout, lightning bolts hit the grass. There was a crackling, glass-like sound in the air.

That large area of grassland disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an endless, misty Gobi desert with long yellow sand.

"Yes, a master," said the monk, clapping his hands, "come with us, everyone." ”

With that, he stepped down, led the crowd five hundred meters through the desert, and then stopped at a large pile of ruins.

The monk lit a stick of incense, stuck it on the ground, and said loudly, "One stick of incense is limited, and those who do not enter after one stick of incense will be eliminated." ”

It is rumored that the ancient country of convulsion was once rich and all the nations of the world came to the court.

However, thousands of years ago, a sudden disaster broke out, and this ancient civilization disappeared without a trace overnight.

Even now, what kind of disasters the ancient country suffered and where it went, there are still huge mysteries.

Huang Sha Leilei's remnants of the wall were broken, Xuanling lowered his head and searched around, but he didn't find any entrance.

Then when she looked up again, there were more than half of the people around her. She sighed helplessly, and when the sigh ended, there were a lot fewer people, and now there were only about two dozen people left.

Yang Zhongcheng groped for a while, and seemed to have found the entrance, he clenched his fists and said, "Woyun, I'll go first." ”

Fengshu nodded and advised, "Go ahead, be careful all the way." ”

Yang Zhongcheng pushed the wall, and a dark grid appeared on the wall, and he strode in.

The moment he walked in, the dark grid was blocked.

Xuanling didn't respond no matter how hard she pushed, and in the end, she smashed the wall with one palm in order to find out, but nothing turned out.

There is only one-sixth of a stick of incense left, and it is about to bottom out.

"Big brother, haven't you found the entrance either?" Xuanling was anxious and afraid, and finally had to ask Fengshu for help.

"No," Fengshu touched his chin and looked at her coldly, "It's just that there are too many entrances, and I don't know which one to choose to enter." ”

"Then tell me one, I don't want to lose here. ”

Feng Shu pointed to her feet with his hand and said, "There is one under your feet." ”

Xuanling hurriedly cut away the yellow sand with her hands, revealing a thick wooden board underneath. She squeezed her hand downward, and the plank flipped downward, and her man suddenly fell.

"The time is almost up!" the monk kindly reminded when he saw that there were only two people left, Fengshu and Zhong Shenxiu.

"Why? You shouldn't have found the entrance either, right?" said Fengshu, smiling softly.

"I don't want you to care, I want you to go first!" Zhong Shenxiu looked at him, his eyes full of reluctance.

"Thank you!" Now is different from the past, Fengshu can no longer respond to her feelings, only a thank you.

"Don't say that, or I'll blame me for being unkind to you. ”

Fengshu knew her temper, so he didn't say anything anymore. He turned out of a wall, and a chain was embedded in the wall, and with a pull of his hand, a Buddha standing more than two meters tall emerged from the ground.

There was an open wooden door under the Buddha's feet, and as soon as Fengshu entered the wooden door, the Buddha statue immediately sank into the ground.

"Alright, it's time for me to go too!" Zhong Shenxiu waved her long sleeves, and a large black hole appeared in the air out of thin air, and she jumped into the spatial enchantment.

As soon as she entered, the space closed automatically, and everything returned to its original state as if nothing had happened.