Since the selection had to be completed within one day, the time was urgent, so the arrangement was made quickly. There are a total of 2,112 disciples at the level of the Dou Master, and 436 people at the level of the Dou Master, all of which are even numbers, but it is easy to do.

No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4, and so on. Fengchen looked at the number plate in his hand, one thousand and two.

At this time, the huge square of Xingyun Village came in handy, directly dividing two hundred rings, which could accommodate four hundred people to compete at the same time. First, the selection of the fighter level is carried out, and each ring is judged by a fighting king.

Without too much verbosity, with an order, the top four hundred people in the lottery stepped into the ring. At the beginning of the battle, some of the disparities in strength quickly split the winner, whether the loser or the winner went down at the same time. The loser is eliminated, and the winner goes to receive the next number plate.

A pillar of incense has passed, and most of the rings have already been divided, and there are less than a dozen or so still fighting back and forth. Feng Chen only glanced at this and was no longer interested. These people are masters one by one, and they stop at the point, how can they have the potential to fight for half a point.

After the two pillars of incense, there are still four rings still grinding and chirping. At this time, another rule was promulgated, and the winner must be decided within the three pillars of incense, otherwise they will all be eliminated. As a result, the battle in these four rings became fierce. Soon, the three battle tables were divided into winners and losers. However, there was still a stalemate in the ring and then both eliminated.

Then the second group began to fight, and this time in less than three pillars of incense, the battle was over. Then, in the third batch, Fengchen opened the number plate in his hand and stepped into his own ring.

"Ha, it seems that I can still pass one round, how about junior brother, do you admit defeat yourself, or do you want me to do it?" Fengchen didn't expect that his opponent in the first game turned out to be a female disciple. As soon as this female disciple saw Fengchen and felt the momentum on his body, she showed a smile. There is also some provocative language in the language.

Fengchen was unmoved, but just asked the referee, "Can you make a shot?"

"From the moment you step on the stage, it's fine. The referee glanced at Fengchen in surprise and replied. He didn't expect that Feng Chen, who had a lower cultivation, would ask such a question in the face of a disciple who was higher than his own cultivation, could it be that he couldn't wait to be abused? Thinking in his heart, he didn't feel that he would pay more attention to this game.

And Fengchen's opponent, the female disciple of the five-star fighter level was even more smiling when she saw this: "Little brother, do you still want to do it with your sister?" This female disciple is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and in the face of sixteen-year-old Fengchen, she is indeed qualified to call herself sister. With her beautiful face, revealing pear blossoms and rain, Chu Chu's pitiful appearance is indeed pitiful at first sight.

Fengchen just spoke: "If you don't make a move, then I will make a move." ”

"It seems that a war is inevitable. Fengchen is so postured that he is clearly unwilling to admit defeat. This female disciple was also angry in her heart. She knew that with her own cultivation, at most, she would be brushed off after two rounds, but in the first round, she met a kid who seemed to be unstable in her cultivation and wanted to do something with her. Is it your head iron or the old lady who can't lift the knife.

Thinking of this, the female disciple raised the light sword in her hand, and pointed the sword at the wind and dust. But suddenly, she only felt a flower in front of her, a sense of danger hit, and the next moment she felt a chill on her neck. The back of a quaint broken knife stopped there.

"Did I win?" asked Fengchen to the referee.

"Of course. After listening to Fengchen's inquiry, the referee recovered from the shock. He glanced at Fengchen deeply, and then shouted: "One hundred and thirteen battle platform, one thousand and two wind and dust wins." ”

After the referee announced the result, Fengchen put away his knife and turned to leave the battlefield. At this time, the female disciple also recovered from the shock, and said to Fengchen's back: "Little brother and sister are called Liaoli, remember me." I'm free to play with you. ”

Fengchen almost stumbled when he heard this, but he still didn't look back, and continued to walk forward as if nothing happened. It's just that the pace has significantly quickened a little. Seeing this, Liao Li smiled and looked at Fengchen's back thoughtfully. But before she could figure out the score, she was directly bombarded by the referee in charge of the ring, with a reluctant face.

When Fengchen returned to the meeting place of the ten fats in the dining hall, he received a heavy punch on the shoulder, "Okay, Jiu Fat, you guy is hiding very deeply, I didn't even see your speed when I got down, you have hidden a lot of cultivation." Big Fat asked.

"At the beginning, I really hid a little cultivation, and the food in the canteen was very good recently, so I had the confidence to compete. Fengchen smiled.

"It seems that you have really thought about it seriously, brother, I wish you success. Big Fat said with a rare seriousness.

Before Fengchen could answer, the three fats and five fats who were in the ring at the same time as him also came back, and the two of them saw Fengchen among several people at a glance, as well as Huang Ting, who was talking to Fengchen. I thought it was Fengchen who was killed as soon as he came to power, and the big fat was comforting.

Sanpang hurriedly helped: "Don't be discouraged Jiufat, isn't it just that he was brushed off in the first round." It's okay, I'll make you a good meal in the evening. ”

"Yes, Jiu Fat, don't you see that a few buddies have been brushed off in the first round, and someone will be your companion. The five fats also spoke.

The rest of the people laughed when they heard this, and the second fat spoke: "Five fat, you are wrong, you deliberately admitted defeat just now, and now you can't help it if you want to be with Jiu Fat." ”

"I really didn't deliberately admit defeat this time, I ran into a nine-star inner disciple on my back, there was no way. The fifth fat subconsciously retorted, but soon noticed the second half of the second fat sentence: "If you don't follow Fengchen as a companion, doesn't that mean that Fengchen has passed the first round." ”

"I guess I met a new fighter. Five fat said secretly. As if he had guessed his thoughts, Da Fat said: "The strength of five fat, nine fat is not as simple as you see, people are amazing." If you don't believe it, you can take a look. ”

"Really?" asked the five fats, and Fengchen smiled silently. While they were talking, the first round of the fight was coming to an end. Fengchen looked at the number plate in his hand and couldn't help but sigh at his good luck. The one thousand and fifty-five, and the last. And according to the principle of fighting in pairs, one person is destined to have a bye this time, that is, the one thousand and fifty-fifth in the dust.

"It's okay to do this!" The five fattens, who wanted to watch Fengchen come on the field and see his strength, were speechless when he saw this. The 1 in 1,000 chance of being touched by the wind and dust, I really don't know what to say. "I saw it in the next game, and I was not in a hurry. Five fat comforted himself.

In comparison, after the first round of elimination, some of the weak ones and those who came to paddle were brushed down. In the second round, the level of many disciples increased a lot. But Fengchen glanced at it casually and was still not interested. The level of the second round is not yet worth his attention. It's the rest of the fat people staring at the battles in the ring one by one, and they can't help but say.

But hearing what they were talking about, the wind and dust couldn't help but be full of black lines. "Look, look, those long legs, and that*, it's so beautiful. "This is two fat.

"No, no, which of you is not good-looking, look at me, that buttocks, that big breasts. It's the best in the world. "It's three fat.

"Neither of you is right. If you want me to say that this is the most beautiful, you look at the willow eyebrows and Zhu Dan lips. This time it's a positive color. "It's five fat.

There are the rest of the fat goddesses in the back, man, Feng Chen glanced at the few rings that a few people said, well, these female disciples are indeed beautiful.

"Each has its own merits. This is a pertinent assessment of Fengchen.

......

In the midst of the arguments, time passed quickly. The second round of fighting is over. Fengchen got the number plate of the third round of battle. This time it's number sixty-six, which is a good number.

"Come on, nine fat. Fengchen got up and went to the battle platform, and several people cheered him on.

This time, Fengchen's opponent is stronger than last time, and he is a seven-star fighter. The three fat and five fat two didn't see the battle before Fengchen, and they didn't know Fengchen's strength. At this moment, when I saw that the opponent was so powerful, I couldn't help but be a little worried about him. However, the other seven people were very relaxed, judging from the speed that Fengchen had just shown, they speculated that Fengchen's strength was likely to be at the level of a nine-star fighter, and in the face of a seven-star fighter, it was not a hand-to-hand capture.

It is true that Fengchen only slashed out with two knives, the first slashed the spear in the opponent's hand, and the second slashed the placket of the person's chest. Obviously, the two sides are not at the same level at all, and there is a huge difference in strength, so this person directly admits defeat.

"That's amazing. The three fat, the five fat took a deep breath when they saw this. Da Fat and other people who had prepared in advance were also very surprised, they thought that they had overestimated Fengchen's strength, but now they found that they were still underestimated. Now it seems that Fengchen's strength is not only at the nine-star level, but also relatively top among the nine-star fighters.

"Hey, Erfat, you said that this kid from Jiu Fat wouldn't really be selected to participate in the Tianyun Martial Arts, right?" said Da Fat with some uncertainty.

"Probably not. "Erfat doesn't dare to jump to conclusions at the moment, lest he be slapped in the face again as soon as he finishes speaking. Seeing the return of the wind and dust, the two tacitly terminated the topic.

"What's the matter, why are you looking at me like this?" As soon as Fengchen came back, he saw several people looking at him with strange eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that everyone was shocked by Jiu Fat. Da Fat smiled: "It's just Jiu Fat, if you are in the limelight in Tianyun Huiwu, don't forget your brothers." ”

"Haha, when the time comes, you will prepare a celebration banquet for me. Fengchen also smiled.

"Hmph, just by virtue of you, I really think that I can go to the Tianyun Martial Arts and prepare a celebration banquet, this joke is really funny. A man next to him scoffed.

"You ......" was sneered at like this, and several people were angry. Everyone knows that this is just a joke, and someone actually grabbed this point to say cool things.