Just when Liang Tian, Yun Hui, and Yun Yan were all in a state of shock, a loud voice suddenly interrupted the shock in their hearts and said: "Good morning, fellow Daoists, now announce a piece of news, Daoists who have already registered must now go to the competition venue to prepare for the preliminary competition, thank you." After the voice disappeared, it instantly changed back to its original quiet appearance. All that was left was Liang Tian and Yun Hui, and Yun Yan and the three of them glanced at each other, and then showed a bitter smile.

"Brother, Brother Yunhui, Elder Yun, let's go now! Otherwise, if we miss the game, it won't be fun. Just when Liang Tian and the three of them looked at each other with a bitter smile on their faces, Xiao Zilin, who had been standing beside them and observing the situation, suddenly pulled the corners of the clothes of the three of them and said coquettishly. But in Xiao Zilin's coquettish eyes, they were full of pride. While pulling Liang Tian and the three of them to be coquettish and cute, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Hehe, seeing that you all have a boring expression all the way, I have now reported your names, let us show our skills in the competition, so that we will not be so boring." After secretly thinking about this sentence in his heart, Xiao Zilin, who was secretly happy, then slightly sorted out his excited expression just now, and pulled the hands of Liang Tian, Yun Hui, and Yun Yan with both hands and smiled: "Okay, don't feel incredible anymore." If you don't leave, you will miss the selection of the preliminary round. After saying this, Xiao Zilin, before Liang Tian, Yun Hui, and Yun Yan agreed, and even dragged Liang Tian and the three of them to the backstage rest area of the competition.

Liang Tian, Xiao Zilin, and Yunhui Yunyan's grandson, who had just entered the rest area of the contestants, finally kicked off at this time. In the prelude to the opening of this competition, I saw that the cultivators who had been watching the competition under the ring early had all come to their place at this time and began to observe this unique competition.

Finally, amid the whispers of the cultivators below the ring, a man wearing a white long bag and a resolute face with a little heroic spirit slowly walked up from the backstage. With a faint smile on his face, he looked at the cultivators in the audience, bowed to them slightly, and then said, "Thank you for your support, which makes this competition full of expectations." Okay, now I'm not going to talk nonsense anymore. Next, I would like to announce the rules of this competition, all players must strictly abide by them, and if they violate the rules, they will be disqualified from this competition. After saying this, the man in white paused slightly, his eyes glanced lightly for a week, and then continued: "First: When competing, don't kill people because of your personal hatred, if you commit this crime, you will be disqualified from the competition." Second: During the competition, if any player has the intention of killing the magic weapon or other treasures in the hands of his opponent and wants to kill the treasure, such a person will not only be disqualified from the competition, but will also never be able to step into the Holy Pole Star. That's all I'm talking about, and what to do is up to you guys. As soon as the man in white finished speaking, none of the cultivators who were standing below watching the game felt a chill hit when they heard the two rules he had laid out. The cultivators who were standing below watching the game took a breath of cool air at this time, and looked at the Daoist friend opposite them with wide eyes.

After pausing for a moment, the man in white who had finished speaking the guidelines didn't pay attention to the expressions of the cultivators below, at this time he still looked at all the cultivators with an indifferent expression, and then said again: "You don't believe in how strict the laws of our Holy Pole Star are, but I only warn you now." That is, what belongs to you is your own, and even if you don't belong to yourself, no matter how much you force it, it will be empty. Okay, I can only say so much about my warning, and then let's talk about the next game order, and I hope you will hear it clearly. The order of the preliminary round is as follows: each of the contestants has to face the challenge of 20 opponents who are the first of their own rank. The lower the cultivation level, the longer the time it can be used. In other words, the time that a skilled cultivator can use to deal with it is also relatively small. There are only 50 places in this preliminary round, so please take advantage of it. The words that the man in white said just now instantly swept past the cultivators who were participating in the competition, including Liang Tian and the four of them.

"Alright, now the competition begins, and the first group of contestants is invited to the ring to compete. Just when the cultivators present were still silent and had not yet come back to their senses, the voice of the man in white sounded again. Hearing what the man in white said just now, Xiao Zilin took out the ranking numbers he had just signed up for and distributed them to Liang Tian, Yun Hui, and Yun Yan in turn. Then he opened the ranking of the game that he had drawn by himself, and when he saw the ranking number in his hand, the mischievous smile on his face disappeared in an instant. Instead, there was a melancholy expression, and the pouting old Gao said with a displeased face: "Ha, what! I thought it was the first group just now, but I didn't expect it to be the second group, forget it." The second group is the second group, who is afraid of whom!" The displeased expression on Xiao Zilin's face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a look of indifference. Even Liang Tian, who had won dozens of Oscars before, felt a little ashamed of himself when he saw Xiao Zilin's ever-changing expression.

When Yun Hui opened the ranking number he had gotten, the smile that saw him instantly froze on his face, and then his face became a little darker. Liang Tian and Xiao Zilin, who discovered this situation, suddenly turned around, looked at the look on Yun Hui's face and asked suspiciously, "Brother Yun Hui (apprentice), what the hell is wrong with you." ”

"Well, master, it's nothing to uncle. It's that I'm the first to play now, and I haven't sorted out my mood yet, so what should I do if I lose. Yun Hui, who was standing on the side with a smile fixed on his face, paused slightly for a moment, and then showed an expression of wanting to die, looking at Liang Tian and the four of them with a sad face and said. "Hehe, I'm lucky to get the number 4 in the fourth group. Seeing that Liang Tian, an apprentice who made himself about to go crazy, also had this day at this time, he suddenly said with a gloating expression on his face.

"Hee-hee, my number is group three. After a while, Yun Yan's voice sounded slowly. Just as the four of them were talking to each other about their big group, the voice of the man in white sounded again: "Now we have invited the players from the first group to start their game, and the promotion quota for this group is twelve, I hope you will work hard." Hearing the words announced by the man in white, Yun Hui, who was in the lounge, glared at Liang Tian and the others fiercely, and then walked into the ring where he was going to compete with a displeased expression.