Yang Haobai and his party were the last to arrive, but the position they were standing in front of everyone.

For such a scene, it doesn't matter if you really don't care, or you hide it in your heart.

Anyway, no one made a loud mockery or anything.

The people who can come to participate in the re-election are all the elites of each city, and these elites may have different strengths, but they all have one thing in common.

That is, they are all smart people.

And smart people will not go to trouble for a little thing.

Soon after Yang Haobai and his party arrived, Wang Tianyu looked at the city wall.

In fact, not only him, but also these candidates on the field almost looked at him.

The selection team has arrived, and if nothing else, the re-selection will begin soon.

How to choose this re-election, what is the selection method, then the result is on the city wall.

At this moment, on the city wall of Zhenxi City, there are also dense figures.

These figures are the spectators of this re-election.

If it weren't for the regulations of the Divine Dynasty, non-nobles would not be allowed to watch the Battle of the Hidden King.

Then, a "small" city wall, it will definitely not be able to accommodate all the spectators.

Of course, ordinary spectators will definitely not be able to decide the rules of the rematch.

The only thing that can really decide the rules of the rematch is the man standing in the center of the city wall.

It was a very thin man, and judging from his facial features, he had some resemblance to Yang Haobai.

That's right, he is Yang Haobai's father, that is, the supreme ruler of the Western Domination Region, King Zhenxi.

The new king of Zhenxi is called Yang Zhao, Wang Tianyu knows very little about him, except for his name, he basically doesn't know anything.

In fact, not only him, but Wen Gang knew very little about him.

This Yang Zhao was parachuted in from the Central Dominion Region, and it didn't take long for him to arrive in Xicheng.

Therefore, the specific information of this king of Zhenxi has not yet been widely circulated.

"Guys, you know who I am, but I'm going to introduce myself. ”

"My name is Yang Zhao, the king of Zhenxi in the western ruling area. ”

When he said these words, Yang Zhao's body began to burst out with a violent momentum.

The power of this momentum is extremely powerful, and it is a kind of momentum unique to martial artists in the Martial King Realm.

Under the pressure of this momentum, everyone felt as if they were being pressed by a mountain.

Under the pressure of this momentum, let alone talking out loud, even controlling the body has become a very difficult thing.

Yang Zhao's strength is very strong, and he controls his momentum very finely.

There are tens of thousands of people on the field, and their strength is uneven, because of different strengths, everyone feels different oppression.

This oppressive force seems to be only to stop the crowd from talking, and it has no intention of crushing the crowd to death.

Because of the existence of this oppressive force, the field immediately became a quiet space where the needle could be heard.

Now that we've introduced ourselves, let's get down to business. ”

The oppressive force that Wang Tianyu felt was huge, if it was an ordinary four-in-one half-step martial king, he might not have any energy to think about it at all.

But his strength is very strong, which is far beyond the strength of martial artists in the same realm.

So, he will deal with it easily, and even have the energy to guess what the mode of reselection is.

"Is it a ring match, a big brawl, or is it the same luck selection method as the last one?"

The Hidden King Meeting is held every few decades or so, and the last Hidden King Meeting was held thirty-five years ago.

At that time, the rules used for the second election were very strange.

Because, he adopted a selection method of luck.

The king of Zhenxi back then, I don't know if he was afraid of trouble or if he had any special meaning.

Anyway, he prepared a number plate with a number for each contestant.

Then, he put the number plates together and pulled out a few hundred.

These people who were drawn out by him were considered to have passed the re-election.

And those who are not selected will naturally be eliminated.

This kind of selection method is not unusual.

In the entire history of the selection of the Hidden King Society, this only happened once.

In the words of the King of Zhenxi back then, luck is sometimes more important than talent.

No luck, where did the resources come from.

No luck, where did the breakthrough come from.

Wang Tianyu doesn't like this kind of luck selection method at all, and he is even afraid that he will come to such a hand this year.

Luck is such a thing as a mystery, it's a completely uncontrollable thing.

If it is selected by strength, then Wang Tianyu is not worried.

As long as he doesn't deal with that Yang Haobai, then he can be said to have been stable in this re-election.

Even if he faced those ** one-step Martial Kings, then he was not worried.

Relying on strength, he has the confidence to pass the test, but if it depends on luck, then he has no confidence.

"For this re-election, I have prepared a token for each of you. ”

When he heard this, Wang Tianyu's heart tightened violently.

"Are you really afraid of something?"

Unlike Wang Tianyu's nervousness, those who are very weak in the selection procession, they will be happy.

If the strength is tested, then these half-step Martial King Realm selectors have not reached it, they are basically a life to accompany them.

But if you try your luck, then everyone will be back on the same page.

In other words, a seven-rank martial sect is exactly the same as Yang Haobai's promotion probability of being a seven-in-one half-step martial king.

"In this re-election, a total of 10,000 and 23 people participated, and I also prepared 10,000 and 23 tokens here. ”

"The material and texture of these tokens are exactly the same, and the next selection revolves around this color token. ”

Hearing this, Wang Tianyu's worry became even worse.

King Zhenxi's words, how to listen to them, how to feel like they want to test their luck again.

"See, the mountain, wait a minute, all of you will be put into the mountain. ”

"The rules for the promotion of this re-election are very simple, to snatch other people's tokens, as long as you get 10 tokens, then, you are considered to have passed. ”

"Remember, you only have half a day, and if you don't get enough tokens in half a day, then you will be eliminated. ”

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, in order to add a little fun to this rematch, I put a little monster beast in the mountain. ”

"Thirty half-step martial kings, eighty demon beasts of the Martial Sect realm. ”

When he heard this, Wang Tianyu's heart was relieved.

"Smash Bros. It's a lot better than luck, I like it. ”

Hearing the specific selection rules, his eyes lit up a little.

"This selection does not prohibit any means, grouping, assassination, sneak attack, trap ......"

"Whatever you can use, it's all right. ”

King Zhenxi's voice has not fallen, and as his words increase, the rules of the re-election have become clearer and clearer.

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