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Chapter 464 I like this selection method
Yang Haobai and his group were the last to arrive, but they were standing at the front of the crowd.

For such a scene, it doesn't matter if you really don't care, or if you hide your displeasure in your heart.

Anyway, no one sneered or anything.

Those who can participate in the re-election are the elites of each city. These elites may have different strengths, but they all have one thing in common.

That is, they are smart people.

And smart people will not go to trouble their upper body for a little thing.

Not long after Yang Haobai and his party arrived, Wang Tianyu turned his attention to the city wall.

In fact, not only him, but all the candidates off the field almost looked over.

The selectors have already arrived, and if there is no accident, the re-selection will start soon.

How to choose this re-election, what is the selection method, the result will be on the city wall.

At this moment, there were also dense figures standing on the city wall of Zhenxi City.

These figures are the spectators of this reelection.

If it weren't for the regulations of the gods, non-nobles are not allowed to watch the battle of the Qianwanghui.

Then, a "small" city wall definitely cannot hold all the spectators.

Of course, ordinary spectators definitely have no way to decide the rules of the rematch.

The one who can really decide the rules of the rematch can only be the man standing in the center of the city wall.

It was a very thin man, from the facial features, he and Yang Haobai had some great resemblances.

That's right, he is Yang Haobai's father, the supreme ruler of the western ruling area, King Zhenxi.

The new King of Zhenxi is Yang Zhao, and Wang Tianyu knows very little about him, except for his name, he basically doesn't know anything about him.

In fact, not only him, Wen Gang knew very little about him.

This Yang Zhao was airborne from the central ruling area, and he has not been in Zhenxi City for a long time.

Therefore, the specific information of this King Zhenxi has not been widely circulated yet.

"Everyone, I think you all know who I am, but here I still want to introduce myself."

"My name is Yang Zhao, the King of Zhenxi in the western ruling area."

When these words were said, Yang Zhao's body began to erupt with a violent momentum.

This aura is extremely powerful, and it is a unique aura unique to warriors in the Martial King Realm.

Under the oppression of this momentum, everyone felt as if they were being suppressed by a mountain.

Under the oppression of this momentum, not to mention talking aloud, even controlling the body has become a very difficult task.

Yang Zhao's strength is very strong, and he controls his aura very finely.

There are tens of thousands of people on the field, and their strengths are uneven. Because of different strengths, everyone feels the oppression in different ways.

This oppressive force seems to be just to prevent everyone from speaking, and does not mean to crush everyone to death.

Because of this oppressive force, the field immediately became a quiet space where needles could be heard.

"Now that the self-introduction is over, then, let's get down to business."

The oppressive force Wang Tianyu felt was huge, if it was an ordinary four-in-one half-step martial king, then he might not have the energy to think about it at all.

But his strength is very strong, which far exceeds the strength of warriors of the same realm.

Therefore, he can deal with it very easily, and even has the energy to guess what the mode of re-election is.

"Is it a group arena? A big fight? Or the same luck selection method as last time?"

The Qianwanghui will be held every few decades or so. The last Qianwanghui was held 35 years ago.

At that time, the potential king meeting, the rules adopted for the re-election were very strange.

Because, he adopted a selection method based on luck.

The king of Zhenxi back then, I don't know if he was afraid of trouble or had some special meaning.

Anyway, he prepared a number plate with a number for each contestant.

Then, he put these number plates together and randomly drew a few hundred.

Those who were selected by him will be considered as having passed the re-election.

And those who were not drawn were naturally eliminated.

This kind of selection method is not uncommon.

In the entire selection history of the Potential King Club, that happened only once.

In the words of King Zhenxi back then, luck is sometimes more important than talent.

No luck, where did the resources come from.

No luck, where did the break come from.

Wang Tianyu didn't like this kind of luck selection method at all, and he was even afraid of doing it this year.

Luck is such a mysterious thing, it is completely uncontrollable.

If the selection is based on strength, then Wang Tianyu is not worried.

As long as he doesn't match up with that Yang Haobai, then he can be said to have survived the reelection.

Even if he met those six-in-one half-step martial kings, he was not worried either.

Relying on strength, he has the confidence to pass the test, but if it depends on luck, then he doesn't have much confidence.

"For this re-election, I have prepared a token for each of you."

When he heard this, Wang Tianyu's heart tightened suddenly.

"Are you really afraid of something?"

Different from Wang Tianyu's nervousness, those selectors who are very weak will have joyful expressions on their faces.

If the strength is tested, then these selectors who have not reached the half-step Martial King Realm are basically a life to accompany them.

But if it's a matter of luck, then everyone will return to the same starting line.

In other words, a seventh-rank Martial Ancestor had exactly the same promotion probability as Yang Haobai's seventh-in-one half-step Martial King.

"A total of 23 people participated in the re-election this time, and I have prepared 23 tokens here."

"The material and texture of these tokens are exactly the same, and the next selection will be based on this color token."

Hearing this, Wang Tianyu became even more worried.

No matter how you listen to these words of King Zhenxi, it seems like you are going to try your luck again.

"I saw that big mountain, wait a minute, all of you will be put into that big mountain."

"The promotion rules for this round of re-election are very simple. To snatch other people's tokens, as long as you get 10 tokens, then you will pass the level."

"Remember, you only have half a day. If you don't get enough tokens within half a day, then you will be eliminated."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, in order to add a little more fun to this rematch, I put some monsters into the mountain."

"Thirty half-step martial kings, and eighty monsters from the Wuzong realm."

When he heard this, Wang Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scramble? This is much better than luck, I like this way."

Hearing the specific selection rules, his eyes lit up a little.

"This selection does not prohibit any means, grouping, assassination, sneak attack, trap..."

"As long as you can use what you have, it's all fine."

King Zhenxi's voice never fell behind, and as his words increased, the rules of re-election became more and more clear.

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(End of this chapter)