The number of people in this sect competition was quickly counted, and there were a total of three hundred and thirty-seven people.

Among them, there are ninety-six people in the late stage of the Returning Realm, one hundred and twenty-eight people in the middle stage of the Returning to Truth, and one hundred and thirteen people in the early stage of the Returning to Truth.

I don't know what the reason is, but the number of disciples in the early stage of this True Realm is just an odd number.

However, the format of the game is carried out through a one-on-one elimination mode, so the number of competitors in the early stage of this True Realm is not right.

But the rule is that the dead are alive, and since the number is wrong, it doesn't hurt to change the game format a little without affecting the game.

Soon, before the others started the lottery, the rules of the competition in the early stage of Avertinization were slightly adjusted, as follows:

The disciples who were drawn to the number one hundred and thirteen in the first round had a bye and went directly to the next round

The player who was drawn No. 1 in the second round had a bye

In the third round, the player who drew the 29th had a bye

In the fourth round, the No. 1 draw continued to have a bye.

So after these four rounds, there are just eight people left, and then the top three can be fought out of these eight people.

As soon as this rule came out, all the disciples were in an uproar.

They don't think it's unbelievable, and this situation is not uncommon, and originally cultivators also depend on luck.

Some people are able to break through the realm by chance, while some people have been cultivating hard but have not been able to break through......

The reason why these disciples are like this is because they all want to be the luckiest person.

It's just that these four bye opportunities will not appear in one person anyway, because such a person is either lucky against the sky or has a black-box operation.

So everyone happily accepted this rule, but they were particularly active in the draw.

"Haha...... I've got it, I've got it!"

There was a cheer from the crowd, and a disciple danced happily.

Immediately, a deacon disciple registered his identity token along with the number plate of the competition.

In order to prevent collusion in the competition, each disciple who comes to draw lots will be required to show the number plate drawn for registration at the first time

First, it can arrange opponents quickly, and secondly, it is to show justice.

......

Wu Heng listlessly withdrew from the crowd on his side, he heard the senior brother in charge of registration say that there was only one competition today, and there was still some time before the competition.

So Wu Heng didn't continue to wait, he wanted to go and see the lottery point in the middle stage of the reversion, maybe he could see the person he wanted to see there.

......

Looking forward to the vast sea of people, Wu Heng finally saw that beautiful shadow. His heart pounded violently......

Wu Heng was very nervous and scared.

He thought that what happened that night was just a nightmare, and he thought that Rong Rong would call him like she used to do: "Big wood......"

However, Rong Rong's frost-covered face shattered Wu Heng's poor dream......

Wu Heng opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let's go!"

Rong Rong, who was originally talking and laughing, immediately turned pale after seeing Wu Heng, stretched out her hand and grabbed Senior Brother Zhang's arm on the side and left quickly......

Wu Heng saw this scene in his eyes, and he seemed to feel as if a giant hammer was hammering his chest fiercely, which was extremely uncomfortable......

......

"Hey...... So you like that girl doll!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor, who hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly spoke in Wu Heng's mind at this time.

Wu Heng ignored it, and he didn't have that mood.

"It seems that Xiaoyou has suffered a great grievance, do you need Ancestor to help you?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor said again in a seductive manner.

However, Wu Heng was like a lost soul, deaf to the words of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and just stared at the direction of Rong Rong's departure in a daze.

"Little junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jing'er suddenly appeared behind Wu Heng, patted him on the shoulder and asked with concern.

"Senior sister, I'm fine......"

After a long time, Wu Heng lowered his head and slowly turned around, and said in a depressed tone.

Jing'er looked at this little junior brother with pity, she wanted to hug him hard, but she didn't have the courage, she just looked at Fang Cai Wu Heng staring at that back, with a hint of annoyance on her face......

After about a cup of tea, all the participating disciples were drawn.

Under the melodious sound of the bell, the disciples in each competition area began to gather rapidly, because the next thing was the sect master's speech.

In the sound of clear musical instruments, Ye Xiaochuan, who had not been out of the customs for a long time, led a group of elders and deputy sect leader Sikong Mingyang to slowly step over, and all the disciples saluted in unison.

Standing high in front of the group of palaces on the square, this Ye Sect Master wore a golden crown and was magnificent. After a few words in his majestic voice, he signaled for the game to begin immediately.

Because today is the day with the most matches and the first round of elimination, it is necessary to hurry.

So, under the leadership of several elders, these participating disciples walked out of the square one by one and turned towards the sect fighting platform.

The competition is divided into three areas: earth, people, and sky, and each region is divided into ten arenas, and the participating disciples need to compete in batches, and the location is on the fighting platform.

......

A huge circular arena was set up one ring after another, and the arena was surrounded by tall viewing pavilions.

As soon as the disciples entered and the two sect masters took their seats, the sect leader Ye Xiaochuan said lightly to the elders:

"Elder Lao!"

After receiving the order, the elders bowed down and retreated, and each sat in one ring to supervise the battle.

Although there are special personnel in charge of the competition, and there are two sect masters here, in order to avoid accidents, it is safer for the elders to supervise it.

With a loud bell echoing, Sect Master Ye Xiaochuan raised his arms and shouted: "The game begins!" After that, all the contestants walked to their respective rings one by one.

Wu Heng's license plate is No. 1, so he is in the No. 1 ring of the word "earth", and his opponent is No. 112.

In fact, he didn't pay attention to his opponent at the beginning, and when he stepped into the ring at this moment, he only had an indifferent expression.

"The two sides must not attack the vital point, and they must not deliberately make a dead hand, and those who violate the rules will be dealt with! If one side falls off the ring or loses its combat effectiveness, it will be regarded as admitting defeat, let's start!"

After the referee announced the rules of the game, he withdrew, but Wu Heng stood in place in a daze, like a wooden man.

"Boy, my name is Zhang Dong, far more than my brother, I heard that you are robbing women with him?"

The opponent in front of Wu Heng, a white fat man, was opening his mouth to provoke at this time.

Wu Heng still didn't pay attention to the outside world, because at this moment, the voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor was ringing in his head over and over again:

"You need strength, you need my strength! Only I can help you regain your lost love!"

That Zhang Dong saw that Wu Heng didn't even look at him, Bai Jing's fat face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully:

"Hmph, you broom star, son of splashed skin! What qualifications do you have to like others when you have failed to learn the sword? You don't deserve it at all, you can only be trampled under my feet like a dog and cry for mercy!"

Although Wu Heng was stunned, the voice of the outside world still clearly came into his ears, and at this time, the bewitching voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor sounded in his head again:

"Come on, release your anger, release your unwillingness, let's tear him apart together......"

The voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor was like a ghost, guiding Wu Heng step by step.

At a certain moment, Wu Heng, who had been standing still, suddenly turned around slowly, and he suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and stared at Zhang Dong in front of him, like a demon beast that chose people to devour......