In the afternoon, many people came one after another, almost all seniors from the third year of college.

Originally, the selection of the inner courtyard was prepared for them. Sophomore and freshmen only focus on exercise. Except for some geniuses, few people can get to this point.

This "Peach Blossom Land" is very beautiful, and this is the conclusion that Zhang Shengyi only came to after watching it for a long time.

This place should be in the middle of the mountains, surrounded by lush and unknown trees, and the sunset in the clouds shyly reveals rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of warmth.

Occasionally, the birds on the branches chirping, as if welcoming the students. Of course, no one who comes here except Zhang Shengyi will appreciate all this.

There are not many thatched huts here, and they can accommodate at most more than ten people. Many students do not have such qualifications. They can only sit on the ground and find a shade to sit down and rest.

But this doesn't matter. No one will be depressed because of this. Coming here means they have the qualifications to be admired. What's uncomfortable now is that the students who have withdrawn from the competition and are lying on the big bed.

Xia Chenglong has never appeared. God knows how much injuries he suffered in the desert before.

"To be precise, to be precise, to fight yourself who is stronger than yourself." This sentence requires careful consideration to understand the meaning of each word.

The sunset slowly fell into the mountain with a reluctance. The mysterious mirror on the martial arts field began to change, and cracks appeared on the mirror and continued to break.

"Crack, crack!"

When the sunset completely fell, the mirror was covered with cracks, and then it turned into debris and fell to the ground, which marked that no student could come in again.

The team of more than 1,000 people came here, and compared with the scene where tens of thousands of people stood, the more than 300 people at this time seemed a bit desolate.

No one spoke, practiced silently with his legs crossed. After knowing the rules, the next thing he had to do was to adjust his condition to the best.

I have nothing to say overnight. The spiritual energy here is sufficient and has excellent effects on cultivation. I cannot fully recover in a short period of time. As long as it has a little effect, it is excellent.

The dew of the morning condenses among the leaves, and some warriors who follow the classical classical practices are busy. This is an excellent opportunity.

At some point, the old man I saw before had already appeared on the martial arts field. The other party sat cross-legged in the center, closed his eyes and focused, waiting for the bell to ring at eight o'clock.

"Dong...Dong..."

The bell rang, and all the students gathered towards the martial arts field, and Xia Chenglong was also opening his eyes when he was on the bed.

His injuries were still very serious, but they looked much better than before, and at least he would not shake his walking anymore.

"The rules of the competition have been told to you. Next, draw lots and two academies who get the same number will compete in a group. Win and enter the next game. Those who lose will directly withdraw. Do you understand?" The old man finished talking about the precautions in one breath.

"I understand, understand, elder, please start quickly!"

Many people have the idea of ​​the person who just spoke, and they can't wait to show their abilities.

To be honest, the previous assessment was too depressing and they did not show their strong side at all. Each assessment was the weakest.

It's different now. Going to the stage to compete is the only thing they know, so they have prepared for a long time, and everyone has his trump card.

The way of drawing lots is very fashionable. The elders will throw all the tags directly into the air. Everyone only needs to get one with their own skills.

When Zhang Shengyi saw Xia Chenglong coming, she was about to shout, but after thinking about it, she would just forget it to avoid causing a sensation, so she simply walked over.

He asked with concern only when he saw him: "Brother Long, how are you doing? Do you need to take a rest?"

"No problem, draw lots first!"

No one saw how the elder took action, but there were many black dots in the sky. When the signs fell, everyone took action.

Many people stare attentively to see if they can find their own lucky numbers in the air. Of course, it doesn't matter.

Xia Chenglong waved his hand and a bamboo stick fell into his hand. No. 56, I don’t know who his opponent was.

When the elder saw that everyone had received bamboo sticks, he nodded unconsciously.

The mysterious mirror that had been broken yesterday actually reappeared, and it was flawless and flawless.

"There are many martial arts fields in the Xuanjing. When you all enter, they will automatically choose a matching martial arts field for you based on the bamboo sticks in their hands." The elder looked at it and continued, "As it must be carried out, the martial arts fields inside will be reduced, and the last battle will be held here."

“Wow…”

So that's it. Xia Chenglong is still thinking about how so many people will distribute the venue. It seems that they have already thought of it.

"It's over, it's over, I'm actually No. 7, it's over!" Some students collapsed on the ground, looking like they were desperate.

Just now, many people's bamboo stick numbers have been known, such as Makino, Liu Quan and others, after all, they are the focus.

No one wants to meet the pervert of the academy in the first round. The sophomore student who just sat down on the ground was like this because his opponent was Mu Feng.

Another person burst into tears because his opponent was Makino.

For Makino, that is definitely a nightmare for many people. Not to mention fighting, even walking past the other person, they will be afraid of the blood pressure emitted by their bodies.

Everyone gave the other party a sympathetic look because it was obvious that this was a battle with huge differences in strength.

Zhang Shengyi's number is eighty-nine, and it seems that he is a student from the second grade of the year. The other party is domineering. For his slow personality, he doesn't know what kind of sparks will be created.

If he had come out early, maybe he could have seen their battle.

"Brother Long, why don't you look at your own bamboo sticks?" Zhang Shengyi asked curiously.

"It's boring!"

It's really boring. These are the people present, so no matter how you choose, the same result will be.

What he wants is first, the first in all assessments. This is a promise to the new student and a fact that everyone knows, so there is no need to go and see it.

This is equivalent to a very difficult thing, but we already know that the final outcome is perfect, and when we look at the whole process of the event again, there will be no more ups and downs.

Well, he still couldn't understand this artistic conception, so Zhang Shengyi scratched his head and smiled.

However, because of the meteor, Zhang Shengyi also made up his mind to get a good ranking this time and at least enter the top 50.

As he spoke, the mysterious mirror began to emit light, and you could see many venues appearing inside.

"Mad, is it a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. You will die early and be reborn sooner."

A student muttered and walked straight inside, as if he wanted to break the jar.

Someone started, and everyone started to act one after another. When they reached the last level, everyone tried their best and wanted to make a try.

Muye and the others also went in. It seemed that they wanted to fight quickly. What's interesting is that Yue Ling'er took a look at this place before entering. Xia Chenglong promised not to look at him, so...

Zhang Shengyi's face suddenly turned red: "Long, Brother Long, we have nothing to do."
Chapter completed!