"Let's explain the process of this game to you first."

Seeing that the honorary abbot was already seated, Chang He stepped forward again, and then said to all the monks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After his explanation, everyone understood the rules of the game.

It turned out to be a two-on-two battle, and the one who won could advance directly, and for the sake of fairness, the losing monk had a chance to challenge the monk who won the match.

If you win the challenge, you can replace the monk who won before and advance to the next round.

If it fails, it really fails.

This mode of play, although a bit cumbersome, is absolutely fair, so as to prevent the weak two monks from coming together, and the two strong monks have to eliminate one.

There is also a monk who can set up his own ring and go through ten battles without defeat, or he can directly enter the finals.

But as things stand, it doesn't seem that anyone has the guts to set up a ring.

Therefore, the monks still honestly chose the promotion mode.

"Hehe, I want to mention a little. That is, no killers are allowed in the game, and no pills that instantly increase the fighting spirit are allowed, and the violators are directly eliminated from the game, and the result is zero. ”

Chang He glanced at everyone and then said.

The crowd was talking again.

"I wonder if you still have any questions?" Chang Hezai asked at one point.

All the monks shook their heads and said no.

"So. Now, everybody comes and draws the number plates."

Chang He said, with a wave of his hand, some number plates suddenly appeared in the air.

At this time, all the monks stepped forward and took a piece at random.

The monks who had arrived at the number plate looked at each other and found that they were not the same color as in the hands of others.

It turns out that there are four colors of this number plate, red, yellow, blue, and green.

Corresponding to the corresponding tournament platform.

Ling Feiyu didn't speak, just took a piece at random.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Qing and several people also stepped forward one by one to draw the number plate.

The four of them took out the number plate in their hands at the same time, and found that Ling Feiyu was actually the same color as Xia Qing.

It's just that Ling Feiyu's number plate is twenty-three, and the number on Xia Qing is thirty-eight.

The two smiled helplessly, the same color is not so high that the chance of them meeting will be higher.

"Feiyu, you have to come on, if I meet you, I will definitely go all out......"

Xia Qing looked at Ling Feiyu with a strong battle intent in his eyes, they had always been together, but he hadn't had a Ling Feiyu fight with yet.

"Hehe, okay, then we really meet, let's really fight,"

Seeing Xia Qing unabashedly revealing the battle intent in his eyes, he immediately revealed an absolute self-confidence.

At this moment, Ling Feiyu saw Mo Qingwu not far away, and he held a green sign in his hand and shook it towards Ling Feiyu.

Ling Feiyu looked down at the green number plate in his hand, also raised it, and waved it at Mo Qingwu.

Just as the two of them signaled, Jiang Wuwen and Li Tian slowly went out again.

Seeing them coming, Ling Feiyu and the others lost their faces in an instant, and Xia Zhen turned his face away.

She really didn't want to see Jiang Wuwen's ugly face.

Seeing Xia Zhen's actions, Jiang Wuwen's heart sank, and then his face recovered, and he said to Ling Feiyu: "Hehe, what a coincidence, I also got the green number plate, I hope to meet you then...... Hehe......"

Ling Feiyu didn't talk to him, there was nothing to say about this kind of person, just do it when you meet him.

Ling Feiyu didn't want to reason with him either. Because he knows that this kind of person doesn't make sense, only fists.

Seeing that a few people didn't care about themselves, Jiang Wuwen didn't say much, turned around and left here.

"Now, the eight juniors who got the No. 1 are invited to come to the stage, and the two of them are the same color on the stage."

Changhe, who had finished distributing the numbers, said loudly again.

Immediately, eight monks walked out.

There were five men and three women.

Standing on a platform in pairs, some of the monks had strange faces, while others looked very excited.

The three female cultivators all looked pitiful.

"Are you ready?"

Seeing that the eight monks were all on the field, Chang He didn't talk nonsense anymore.

Eight monks arched their hands towards the stands, signaling that they were ready.

"So, let's start the game......" Tsunei said softly again.

"Fellow Daoist, be merciful to your waist men," a female cultivator said to her opponent, her voice trembling incomparably and putting on a pitiful look.

"Okay, good fellow Daoist, I will definitely be humble," the male monk opposite her also said, his clothes were fragrant and cherished.

But as soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and he instantly swept towards the female cultivator.

The nun didn't react at once, and the man's leg was about to kick her lower abdomen.

The speed was too fast, and there was no time to dodge, and the nun was suddenly shocked.

With a "......bang", the monk's leg slammed into the stomach of the nun.

Before the nun could react, she was kicked out directly.

The battle ended in an instant.

At this time, the female nun who had been kicked out struggled to get up from the ground and pointed to the male nun on the stage; "You...... You ......"

"What am I?Daoyou, you're too naïve, aren't you?You still want my subordinates to show mercy?Dream on...... Haha......"

At this scene, the monks in the audience all cast a look of disdain in their eyes at the male monk.

"No one can believe you if you tell you to come out of yourself?"

The monk said lightly again.

How could this female cultivator not know this kind of truth? She deliberately did it so pitifully just now, just to let her opponent relax her vigilance and make herself feel good.

But the opponent is more ruthless than himself, and he doesn't eat this set at all.

Anyway, no matter what you say, she has already lost, and it is useless to quarrel, so the female cultivator stomped her feet and left the edge of the competition.

At this time, the number plate in her hand emitted a burst of light and converged towards the number plate in the hand of the victory monk on the stage.

The monk picked up the number plate in his hand and noticed that there was an extra one in the upper right corner of it.

It was then that everyone realized that every opponent they defeated would have a number similar to points.

Although everyone is ashamed to attack like this, this kind of physical strength is indeed saved.

Because I don't know how many rounds there will be in the next game......

On the other hand, on the other three stages, the standing fight was in full swing and very intense.

Because their cultivation is not far apart, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

After Chang He signaled the male cultivator's victory, the male cultivator also jumped off the stage.