The requirements for the third game are simple, as long as you can get out of the forest within a ten-day period, get the term top 100, and get the red crystal, you are eligible to enter the next round of semi-finals.

As we all know, the red crystal was fabricated by Dongji Xianshan, but when everyone took out the red crystal, but the disciples of Dongji Xianshan could not take out the red crystal, the faces of the elders of Dongji Xianshan were colorful.

In the end, there were only three places left under the pressure of the 20 designated places in Dongji Xianshan.

Even for three places, there are a lot of shady stories.

However, Feng Wuxin, the culprit, was quite happy to see these bastards in Dongji Xianshan shooting themselves in the foot.

As for other matters, wait until the two sides make good calculations on the competition in the Tianlist.

The group of seven returned to the Eternal Tower. After ten days, they pillowed on the high bed and rested again. It was a kind of comfort that could not be described in words.

"Come on, stop sleeping, get up!"

Qian Chu Dongdong knocked on the door one by one, woke everyone who was about to fall asleep, and called them to the room to discuss tomorrow's game.

They were wrapped in small quilts waiting for Qian Chu's instructions. Qian Chu took out a piece of paper and signaled everyone to open their eyes and see the arrangements above.

"One hundred people entered the semi-finals. I think the group of turtle grandsons in Dongji Xianshan will definitely make changes in it, so that our disciples from Diyun Mountain will meet them."

In the semi-finals of 100 people, first two-on-two, fifty people advanced, and then one person advanced to the 55-5 melee, and finally won ten people to enter the final.

Needless to think about it, there are only three places to participate in the competition in Dongji Xianshan, while there are seven places to participate in the competition in Diyun Mountain, and only ten people can enter the finals. According to the methods of the bastards such as Dongji Xianshan, the seven people in Diyun Mountain will inevitably be arranged to meet in the 55th melee.

Thinking of this, everyone half-closed their eyes, look at me and I look at you.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether they come this time or not. They are trying to beat up the disciples of Dongji Xianshan and clarify the new and old hatreds of the two major forces, Diyun Mountain and Dongji Xianshan.

If Dongji Xianshan really tampers with it, then they...

"Come on, Junior Sister Twelve, Senior Brother won't let go of the water then."

"Come on, Brother Third, I will do my best."

The two of them smiled similarly, but this smile caused Qian Chu and others a lot of headaches.

Forget it, everything depends on tomorrow!

The next day, in the semi-finals of the Tianlist, hundreds of people advanced to ten.

The venue for this time was a huge yard, just like the ancient Colosseum of Rome. The huge venue was filled with group leaders who came to watch the fun. There were no one million or hundreds of thousands of people, which shows how big the venue was.

One hundred people entered the field at the same time, random draws and tries to the two sides, winning the victory and entering the next round, and then draws 55 and 5 in the lottery. In the end, the five people chose one person to become the winner and entered the finals.

The elimination mechanism of nine out of ten sounds very cruel, but in the eyes of these prides of heaven, they are the winners, each of them is extremely arrogant and arrogant.

"Many people are worthy of being the semi-finals of the Tianlist. Look at the Eastern Clan leader who is here."

As a semi-final, there are naturally countless people who come to watch the game.

The black market also suppressed the market, and Jiang Qingmo, Luo Yujun, Feng Wuxin and others were all extremely popular people.

"The players are going to draw lots."

The referee from Dongji Xianshan shouted loudly and saw a hundred bamboo sticks inserted in a wooden barrel, with serial numbers written on them. Those who drew compatible serial numbers were in the same group of competitions.

The two-way battle was drawn immediately, and even if Dongji Xianshan was tampered with, it would not have any adverse effects on Diyun Mountain.

Feng Wuxin drew Ding Si, who had to play the game after 1234 games A, B and C.

"What did you draw?"

"Ding Si, where are you."

Feng Wuxin glanced at the bamboo stick on Aoyan's hand, and it clearly stated on it.

In other words, Ao Yan will be in the first game of Group A.

"come on."

"Don't worry, I am the royal family of the Mermaids. What's wrong with those wine bags? My opponent."

At this time, the referee of Dongji Xianshan called Ao Yan's name, and Ao Yan flirted with a hurried spirit and entered the field with great pride.

In the first game, the prince of the Mermaids Ao Yan fought against the Mo Yu family. Everyone in the Mo family knew that most of the hidden weapons used by the military family were from the Mo family. However, the prince of the Mermaids Ao Yan. They heard that this prince was an ignorant person and had no real skills. If he could make it to the semi-finals, he probably had a lot to do with Diyun Mountain.

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Moreover, in the second 33 match, this guy didn't show any skills, he was afraid that he would be selected for luck.

On the field, there are not only Ao Yan and Mo Yu duels, but the four groups in Group A are all competing at the same time.

Feng Wuxin sat in the audience seat, looking at Ao Yan and Mo Yu. The other groups had already had a hot fight, but the two stood there motionless.

Although Mo Yu's name is very manly, he is a girl with a jassic family. When facing the handsome blue-eyed pride, the girl's heart is overwhelming.

Mo Yu, wearing a light blue long skirt, bit the corner of his lips and was so shy that he dared not raise his head.

At this moment, everyone saw Mo Yu, who had his head down, suddenly ran forward. Are the two of them finally going to fight?

No!

Not!

Mo Yu ran to Ao Yan excitedly and shyly, took out a small handkerchief from his arms and raised it over his head, and said in a trembling voice what he had always wanted to say in his heart.

"Ao... Your Highness Aoyan, you are my idol, I...I like you, please sign me."

"Uh, the signature, okay! Is there a pen?"

Ao Yan didn't care, so he took the brush Mo Yu carried with him and wrote down his name on the small handkerchief.

Looking at the handkerchief signed by Ao Yan in his hand, Mo Yu looked so excited that he couldn't express his feelings. The referee standing beside him had no patience and reminded that the game had begun and that other groups were almost finished. Is your group quick? He hasn't had lunch yet?

"Come on Your Highness Aoyan, you are the best. I will always support you. This time I have also organized a fan group for you. Your Highness, please see!"

Mo Yu ignored Ao Yan at all and pointed to the audience in the distance. A group of flowery girls held banners with a banner saying "Your Highness Ao Yan, I love you, Your Highness Ao Yan, you are the best, Come on, Your Highness Ao Yan.

"Do you still fight?"

"What are you fighting? I'm here to sign. Why don't you fight after you get the signature? I admit defeat. Your Highness Aoyan, I support you, come on!"

Mo Yu, holding a small handkerchief, returned to the audience excitedly, and changed from a participant to a fan of watching the game, and the slogan was shouted loudly.

In the first game, Ao Yan won without a fight.

In front of the eyes of tens of thousands of people, the sun shone on the arrogant handsome face. The handsome man in a brocade orchid robe slowly raised his hand and straightened the long and messy ones that were sealed.

"It's all my fault that I am too beautiful. Beauty is a sin."

After the words came, Ao Yan walked out of the arena step by step, leaving only a group of people who were stunned in the wind and the roars that followed.

"This is okay, I'm handsome, why don't the little girl ask me for my autograph?"

"That's right, the prince of the Mermaid tribe has committed a foul. Why can you win without a match? Why, why!"

Everyone shouted unhappy, and shouted at the referee to punish the game for invalidity.

Why can Ao Yan be born without fighting? It hurts so much!

As the saying goes, this is a world that focuses on force and appearance. Who makes some people lose at the starting line?

Since then, all the winners of Group A match have been selected.

The referee announced that the participants in Group B would play in two matches. In the second group, there were senior brothers and second brothers. Without any suspense, Feng Qingyang and Qian Chu qualified with a complete victory.

Then there was Group B, Xue Yunhan and Jiang Qingmo were both in Group B. Fortunately, the two were not opponents, and under another round of crushing without much attention, Jiang Qingmo and Xue Yunhan were born.

When he arrived at Ding Group, Feng Wuxin was the only one in the four groups in Ding Group, facing a weak scholar whose name was Nangong Jianli.

When he first heard about the Nangong surname, Feng Wuxin remembered a foreign country far away from the Seven Kingdoms 6.

So long has passed, and I don’t know how my grandfather and Mr. Qi and others are doing.

The same thing happened, when she found Jiang Moyi, she returned to the Seventh Kingdom University.

"Master Wuxin, please."

"Prince Nangong, please."

Nangong Jianli is also a talented person in the East Realm. His sword technique like a storm like a storm of lightning cannot be underestimated.

In an instant, Nangong Jianli's figure disappeared in front of Feng Wuxin, and the next second, it appeared behind Feng Wuxin. The short sword in his hand was about to pierce Feng Wuxin's back. When he said that, the figure in white jumped.

"Young Master Nangong's swordsmanship is very fast."

"Thank you, Master Wuxin, for your praise."

After the words came, Nangong Jianli rushed up again, aiming the short knife in his hand at Feng Wuxin's fatal place, and silver light flashed, shining with a gloomy cold light, and everyone's eyes were gathered on Nangong Jianli's blade.

Could his sword defeat Feng Wuxin?

A white blade flashed by, and Feng Wuxin mistook the sharp blade, but her clothes were separated from the moment they touched the blade. It is conceivable what a bloody scene it would be if the blade had streaked across the flesh.

"Master Wuxin, be careful."

Ji Rufeng's figure appeared behind Feng Wuxin. This time, Nangong Jianli believed that his sword would definitely cause fatal damage to her.

Everyone also held their breath and looked at Nangong Jianli's third attack, wondering if this attack would have any impact on Feng Wuxin.

"Although Young Master Nangong is fast, he only cares about attacking and neglects the most important defense, so..." With a bang, Feng Wuxin put his kick hard on Nangong Jianli's waist. He saw the figure flying dozens of meters away, and a short knife also fell on the wall.
Chapter completed!