Fifty venues, competing at the same time, were very efficient, and the preliminary round ended quickly.

On the square, six monks in Tsing Yi played Dao tricks against fifty magic circles, and the shields of these magic circles gradually disappeared, turning into fifty pillars of light, soaring into the sky.

These pillars of light slowly tilt and intersect together. Moments later, these pillars of light split the square into ten sections.

The pillar of light changed again, turning into ten huge light masks, which should be ten large arrays. It turned out that the place where He Ping and the others were fighting just now turned out to be just the base of the big array.

An old man in white clothes fluttering and with a thin face, stepped on a flying sword, stood in the air, and said loudly: "Now enter the final stage, the final will be decided in a group melee, the means are not limited, at the last moment, the two hundred people standing in the formation are the winners!"

After the white-clothed elder finished speaking, he flicked the flying sword at his feet and left the square.

After the preliminary competition, there were more than 500 disciples left, and only 200 were left, and the means were not limited, that is, life and death?

It's too ruthless, even if he knows that he is cannon fodder, He Ping is still very uncomfortable.

Uncle Yu said that he couldn't withdraw from the competition, whether it was true or not, he had to ask.

Many disciples went to get their qualification cards and prepared to enter, but He Ping sat still and didn't move.

Yu Chengchan came to He Ping's side, with a smile on his face, in He Ping's opinion, this smile is more fake and fake.

"Master and nephew He, why don't you go? What a good opportunity to train!"

"The disciple feels that he is not good at learning and art, and he has wasted his uncle's cultivation!"

Nonsense, others are going to fight for their lives, and he He Ping is going to die, how can he enter the battle.

"What is this talking about Senior Nephew He?"

Yu Chenglong looked puzzled.

This old guy is definitely at the level of an actor, is this something that is not clear?

At this point, He Ping didn't care about the loss of face, and the elders were not elders, so he sneered: "The disciple knows that the reward for entering the Blood Sand Secret Realm is very great, and he also knows that this is a rare opportunity to practice, but the disciple's cultivation, such a high elimination rate, Uncle Shi thinks, what is the chance of the disciple surviving?"

He Ping has already seen it, these guys who have entered the finals are all unfathomable, and he can't see anyone's cultivation, I'm afraid there are not many people who practice qi at the fourth level, they are basically monks who practice qi at more than the fifth level, how can he mix?

I really don't blame others for this, now among the outer disciples of Tianyi Sect, except for He Ping, it is really difficult to find a monk of the third level of Qi cultivation, even if he is not the only one, it is almost the same.

So in He Ping's eyes, these people are all masters. These monks looked at He Ping's eyes, and they were all a little hot, thinking that this little rookie who practiced qi at the third level was good, just let himself practice his hands, no matter whether he could qualify or not, at least destroy this rookie first.

He Ping's voice was not loud, but it was not small, it was the volume of his usual speech, and the outer disciples around him had different expressions, all looking at He Ping like monsters.

What's wrong, He Ping is a little confused, isn't it right to say this?

"Hahahaha," Yu Chenglong couldn't help laughing, "Master and nephew He shouldn't think that elimination is death, right?"

This time it was He Ping's turn to be surprised: "Isn't it?"

"Could it be that Senior Nephew He thinks that our outer disciples are so worthless, and for the sake of a selection competition, we sacrificed so many disciples in vain?"

He Ping was speechless, and then realized that he seemed to be crooked.

Yu Chenglong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Alas, I didn't expect that Senior Nephew He didn't care about anything, I'll explain it to you." All the disciples who enter the finals can get a qualification card for each person, which is also a teleportation charm, as long as they are threatened with death, the qualification card will automatically shatter, and the disciple will also be sent out of the big array, so the disciples may be injured, but they will definitely not worry about their lives. On the contrary, this near-death experience can go a long way in breaking through the bottleneck. ”

He Ping was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to participate in this selection, so he didn't understand the relevant matters, so he made such a big oolong, of course, this is also related to his more homely character.

He Ping walked into the center of the square, and was about to find an inconspicuous place to wait, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Senior Brother He, here, here!"

Liu Yunlong saw He Ping from a distance, and raised his right hand to greet He Ping.

He Ping looked over and saw several familiar faces, Liu Yunlong, Jiang Hanyue, and Li Hua were all there. He Ping hurriedly walked a few steps and joined the team.

Liu Yunlong whispered: "Why didn't Senior Brother He contact me? I thought Senior Brother wouldn't participate!"

"I didn't plan to participate, Uncle Yu had to recommend me, alas!"

He Ping was not in a good mood, he felt that he had been tricked in step by step, and he had no idea what kind of situation he would encounter in the future.

Liu Yunlong patted He Ping's shoulder: "Yes, I actually won the deacon's appreciation!"

He Ping smiled bitterly, the deacon appreciated his wool! If Yu Chengchan wants to say that he is optimistic about him, it is for others to see.

As for the big man Yu Jackie Chan said, it is impossible to be optimistic about him, and it is very likely that he will disappear from now on.

I'll have to find a chance to hang out in a moment.

Li Hua smiled sweetly: "Brother He, we meet again!"

It stands to reason that Li Huaxiu is taller than He Ping, so he should be called Senior Brother He Ping, but the two met before joining the sect, and calling Brother He seemed closer.

Li Hua's cultivation seemed to have improved a little more, and the pressure in He Ping's heart increased again.

Jiang Hanyue didn't speak, just smiled and nodded at He Ping. He Ping and Jiang Hanyue only have a few faces, and they are far apart, and today is the first close contact. This woman is tall, fair-skinned, delicate facial features, and has an elegant temperament. He Ping felt that Jiang Hanyue was the kind of quiet and steady woman.

Some inner disciples had already stood in front of the team and distributed tokens to each player.

After the token was issued, a monk in Tsing Yi said loudly: "Fellow teachers and nephews, you must take care of your token, enter the big array displayed by the token, enter the wrong big array, and the teleportation charm is invalid!"

When it comes to his own life, it is naturally not a trivial matter, He Ping hurriedly looked at his token, his display was three, Liu Yunlong and Jiang Hanyue were the same as his, and Li Hua's teleportation charm showed the number four.

Different numbers appeared on the masks of each large array, constantly flashing.

"Join the battle!"

The monk in Tsing Yi shouted.

He Ping and the others walked towards the No. 3 Great Array, and through the light curtain, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed, and they came to a desert.

The red sand was like blood, the sun was like fire, and a stream of scorching heat swept in, and after a moment of coming in, He Ping was already sweating slightly.

Not far ahead, Liu Yunlong and Jiang Hanyue stood side by side, Jiang Hanyue frowned slightly, she was a water spirit root monk, and such an environment had a lot of restraint on her spells.

Liu Yunlong saw He Ping and motioned for He Ping to come over.

"Senior Brother He, stay next to us for a while. ”

Liu Yunlong held the giant axe in his hand and stared ahead.

The battle ahead has begun, and one spell after another has been played, and streamers are flying all over the sky. Under the sunlight, the sword light and sword shadow are extremely dazzling. The sound of gold and iron is endless.

Liu Yunlong released the handle of the axe with his left hand, gently shook it twice, grabbed the giant axe again, raised it high, and prepared to enter the battle group.

Jiang Hanyue stretched out her hand and said something to stop her.

"Wait a minute!"

"The battle has already started in front, why don't we rush over and kill it?"

Liu Yunlong looked at Jiang Hanyue and seemed a little reluctant.

Jiang Hanyue said softly: "Here, it's not that the more people you kill, the easier it is to qualify, how to stay is the king! So how to preserve your strength and put yourself in an invincible position is even more important." ”

Although Liu Yunlong was eager to fight, he was not brainless, and as soon as Jiang Hanyue said this, he immediately calmed down.

Looking at the meaning, Liu Yunlong seems to have a little bit of a mind about Jiang Hanyue, and Jiang Hanyue's words have great power on him.

He Pingzi agrees with Jiang Hanyue's point of view. At this time, it is not how good you are, but how much you can persevere to the end. In life, it is good to be able to pretend to be handsome, but I am afraid that it will only be handsome for three seconds. He Ping feels that sometimes, it is better to keep a low profile, which is his usual way of doing things.

The three of them did not advance but retreated, away from the warband.

This formation not only changed the surrounding environment, but also the size of the space, and this desert seemed to be boundless.

There were not a few people who thought the same way as the three of them, and gradually, the number of people participating in the battle became smaller and smaller.

They are just passive and slacking off, and there are more shameless than them.

Not far from He Ping's right hand, two monks exchanged swords, and the fight was very lively.

A burly monk with a long ge in his hand passed by nonchalantly. When he was no more than three meters away from the two of them, the sword-wielding monk happened to have his back to him.

The burly monk's face was beaming, and Changge lifted it up and stabbed the sword-wielding monk in the back of the heart.

The sword-wielding monk was fighting the sword-wielding monk, seemingly unaware of the man behind him.

"When—"

The sound of metal rang out, but it was the long knife and the long brother colliding.

The burly monk was stunned for a moment, and the sword-wielding monk turned around, flashed in front of him, and stabbed sharply with his sword.

The sword-wielding monk also shifted his attack at this moment, and slashed at the burly monk head-on.

It turned out that the fight between the two was just for show, waiting for others to take the bait. The burly monk was unsurprisingly beheaded by the two.

Not only He Ping and their big array, but all the big arrays, the situation is similar, and there are very few monks who really fight for their lives.

The noses of the several elders who presided over the formation were crooked, simulating the formation of the Blood Sand Secret Realm, wasting a lot of resources of the sect, and these guys who couldn't support the wall in the mud not only didn't appreciate it, but also began to slack off.

In the formation that He Ping is in, except for the fact that some disciples turned into white light and disappeared at the beginning, few people have been eliminated, and everyone's fighting methods are more conservative and more obscene.

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely in the formation, and pieces of red sand rose up, blowing so that people couldn't open their eyes, and the fine sand hit their faces, and it hurt hotly.

"Negative players, no mercy!"

A cold voice came into everyone's ears, like a spike, piercing into everyone's hearts.

A sandstorm rises in the distance.

He Ping was the first to rush to the battle group, Jiang Hanyue followed, and Liu Yunlong also followed.

Sure enough, one of the disciples who had been hiding the farthest away was suddenly swept away by the sandstorm.

With a miserable scream, this disciple did not turn into white light and send out of the array, but burst out of a cloud of blood mist, and pieces of clothes flew wildly, dancing wildly with the wind, and rushing into the sky.