Chapter 102: The first battle (1/2)

”The first game of a group, on the 4th to the 30th!”

”The first game of the second group, the 17th vs. the 106th!”

”The first game of three groups...”

Outer disciples flew up to the ring one after another, and with the order of the deacon referee, they began to fight against their opponents.

The figure on the ring rushed from left to right, exploded with great energy between the hands, and it was wonderful.

The spectators all around applauded.

This outer door comparison is generally fair.

The lottery seemed completely disorderly,

But in fact, for the sake of fairness in general, the deacons had already concealed the names of the outer disciples of Lingyuan Jiuzhong into one category, and the names of the eight-fold disciples were concealed and unified into one category, as were the outer disciples under the seventh layer and the seventh layer.

Then, in proportion to the number, a random selection is made.

For example, there are more than 3,000 disciples who are eligible to participate in the Outer Sect Grand Competition. The ratio of Lingyuan's nine-fold, eight-fold, seven-fold, and six-fold is 1:2:4:3.

So when the outer deacon is drawing,

It will also be drawn according to this ratio to ensure the approximate fairness of each group arena.

Otherwise, if it is completely random, there may be a scene where a group of outer disciples of the nine-fold Lingyuan gather together, and the other group will be a scene where the six-fold cultivators gather together.

If this situation arises, then this Dabi who selects the elites from the outer gates and other courtyards to enter the inner gates is not a joke.

Naturally it is impossible to let this happen.

On the ring,

A group of fighting outer disciples fought back and forth, and spectators around the ring cheered from time to time.

”The eleventh group, Zhang Qingyuan on the 72nd and Wang Chong on the 23rd!”

Just as Zhang Qingyuan closed his eyes and rested his mind, there was a majestic sound of the deacon from the station.

Arrived!

Hearing his name, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

After tidying it up, his stature jumped, like a big bird, flying over ten feet in the sky, flying over to the eleventh ring.

at the same time,

There was also a strong wind on the opposite side, as if a heavy iron block fell heavily on the field, and the strong force made the ground shake slightly.

”In the mid-Lingyuan Eighth Layer, ha, I seem to have good luck!”

Zhang Qingyuan's opponent, Wang Chong, is a sturdy outer disciple with a Chinese character face.

The man was half-naked, and the bulging muscles on his body seemed to be made of steel. He looked extremely strong and powerful. He carried a half-person-high ring knife on his back.

when!

The tip of the knife slammed into the ring, and a series of sparks were emitted. The dark red light on Senhan's blade was swirling and heavy, appearing extremely heavy.

”Hey, Zhang Qingyuan, right? If you don't surrender directly, I won't keep my hand when I fight for a while. Don't blame me for hurting you!”

Wang Chong stepped on the back of the knife and confronted Zhang Qingyuan condescendingly.

The tone is arrogant, as if to say a trivial fact.

Zhang Qingyuan was expressionless.

But there was a little speechless in my heart.

The other party let out his breath in a carefree manner, but it was only the peak of the mid-eighth layer, in such a small state, where did he come from so much confidence.

But despite this, Zhang Qingyuan's tight spirit did not relax at all.

”Seventh game, start!”

With an order from the deacon referee,

Suddenly,

Wang impulsively rushed forward, but his sturdy figure was swift as wind and thunder!

Everyone in the audience had only time to see a gray afterimage flashing in the air, and a large knife had already drawn a thick arc in the air and fell in front of Zhang Qingyuan!

Human-level low-grade martial arts·Red Flame Trifold Wave!

boom! ! !