Chapter 1281: Bad Luck

The competition on the competition platform is still going on.

However, there are not many games left.

Hundreds of schools, with a total of 5,000 disciples.

Now it has been compared to No. 4922, and there are only dozens of games left.

An hour later, as the three referees announced that 'No. 4999' and 'No. 5000' were on the stage, the final competition began.

It's a pity that the last two people were just two academy disciples ranked after 80.

The battle between the two is not too exciting. The point is to stop. When one side loses, it ends.

So far, 5,000 arrogances and 2,500 competitions are over.

However, the first round is not over.

The first round of elimination was to enter 3000 and eliminate 2000.

Naturally, the first round is not over yet.

Next, the five thousand arrogances need to draw lots again and fight again.

The rules are the same as before.

After this game, count the outcome of the previous game, if both games are winners, they will go directly to the second round.

But a win and a loss, it is to be determined.

If both games are negative, they will be eliminated directly.

If there are more than 3,000 people in the end, the competition will continue between those with a record of one win and one loss.

That is to say, there is still another chance for the defeated Tianjiao today.

And Tianjiao, who has already won, can directly enter the second round if he wins again.

How it ends, and whether it is not due to the second round, it all depends on one's own ability.

After a lot of draws, everyone's lottery numbers were disrupted again.

"Number 355." Xiao Yi glanced at the number in his hand.

"Number 80." Qing Lin also said.

On the competition stage, with the loud shouts of the three referees, No. 1 and No. 2, two geniuses came on the field, and the competition started again.

However, the enthusiasm and voices of the disciples in the surrounding spectators have obviously slowed down a lot compared to the previous one.

After all, everyone has been on the field and competed.

For their respective opponents, among the disciples, there is also a general comparison.

Apart from those peerless geniuses who have long been famous, the disciples of the other academies have already shown their strength in the last competition.

Compared with the enthusiasm for watching the competition, more disciples who watch the competition would rather spend their time on how to deal with their opponents.

An hour later.

"No. 79, Tianzang Academy, Lin Shaoshao, come to power."

"No. 80, Heiyun Xuejiao, Qinglin, come to power."

The three referees shouted loudly.

Whizzing…

Two figures jumped onto the competition stage.

However, the first to come to power was this disciple of the Tianzang Academy.

Qing Lin was a step slower.

Because when he hears 'No. 79', he knows he's going to be on stage, he's No. 80.

And when he heard the words 'Tianzang Xue Gong',

He suddenly became tense.

A pair of cold eyes glanced at the seats of the twelve peaks of the Tianzang Academy.

When he saw that his opponent was walking out of the seat of 'Tian Diefeng', he grinned with a joke and jumped onto the stage of the competition instantly.

Therefore, it was one step slower than Lin Shaoshao.

"Tian Diefeng disciple." Qing Lin said with a sinister voice.

In front of him, there was a beautiful and peaceful woman, listening to Qing Lin's gloomy smile, he shivered suddenly.

"Do you two have any doubts?" the three referees asked.

"No." Qing Lin blurted out, "It's the beginning."

"No." Lin Shaoshao shook his head.

"Okay, let's compete, let's start." The three referees said and walked away.

"Lin Shaoshao, a disciple of Tian Diefeng from the Tianzang Academy..." Lin Shaoshao bowed his hands politely.

"God, you big-headed ghost." Qing Lin shouted and shot instantly.

whoosh…

"It's so fast." Lin Shaoshao's pupils shrank, unable to keep up with Qing Lin's speed.

bang...

A bang.

Lin Shaoshao only had time to feel a pain in his lower abdomen, a look of pain on his face, and he was already knocked off the competition stage.

Spike!

"Hmph." Qinglin snorted coldly and looked at the three referees.

The three referees nodded, "Heiyun Xuejiao, Qinglin, win this battle."

Qing Lin glanced at the Tian Diefeng seat, held his head high, and stepped down proudly.

On the seats of Tian Die Peak, the faces of all the disciples were cold.

The disgust in the eyes of the woman in red was even more intense in an instant.

Qing Lin returned to the seat of the Black Cloud School and sat down.

Xiao Yi glanced at him and said with a chuckle, "You leave it."

Qing Lin nodded, "Looking at that little girl, she doesn't look like a bastard, just leave the stage and forget it."

With Qinglin's strength, if he really went into a frenzy, those ordinary disciples, even the elite disciples of the twelve peaks of Tianzang, except for the chief, would never be able to please him.

If you really want to care about it, then Lin Shaoshao is afraid that he will suffer a lot.

However, although Qinglin has a perverse personality, he is also very clear.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet that little girl."

As Qing Lin said this, he glanced at the woman in red on the Tian Diefeng seat again.

After looking back, Qing Lin pouted, "According to me, this first round is troublesome enough."

"After a game is over, if you have strength, you have strength, why do you need to compare again."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "It's just the rule of two wins in three games, this is fair."

Yes, two wins out of three.

In the first round, it seemed that each player only had two games.

But in fact, the winner of two games will be directly promoted; the winner of one game and the loser will be to be determined; the loser of two games will be eliminated directly.

This is basically the best-of-three rule.

On the competition stage, the competition started again.

As always, the enthusiasm of the disciples from the various schools in the audience was greatly reduced.

When only some famous disciples came on stage, Fang cheered again, and once again attracted a lot of attention.

Such as the five chiefs, Tang Qianliu, Fang Shushu and others.

Xiao Yi also closed his eyes and fell asleep as always.

Whether it was the first game, or now the second game, he was not very interested.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi suddenly sounded something and opened his eyes.

"What is Qin Yi's lottery number?" Xiao Yi asked Qing Lin, looking at him.

Qing Lin heard what Xiao Yi meant, nodded and said, "It's very late, you can rest assured."

Although the poison in Qin Yi's body has been resolved, the injury is still there.

If he has the highest number of draws, then he must recover from the injury as soon as possible so that he can have a fight.

If the number of signatures is later, then there is no need to worry.

With Xiao Yi's ability, after removing the poison for him, he also stabilized his injury.

He just needs to meditate slowly, use Yuan Li to warm and nourish his internal organs, and slowly restore his strength.

Xiao Yi turned his head, glanced at Qin Yi who was not far behind, and nodded.

Afterwards, Xiao Yi closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

After a few hours.

"No. 355, Heiyun Xuejiao, Xiao Yi, come to power."

"It's my turn." Xiao Yi opened his eyes and jumped onto the competition stage.

"No. 356, Tianzang Academy, Mo You, come to power."

"Huh?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

Whoosh...a figure jumped out from the seat of Tian Diefeng, it was the woman in red, Mo You.

"Hmph, Xiao Yi little thief, it seems that your luck is not very good." Mo You landed steadily behind the competition stage and sneered.

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Fourth more. (repair)

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