Talent Roulette

Chapter 432 Draw

"...The above are the items that should be paid attention to in the century-old martial arts conference. Finally, let me talk about the general process of the century-old martial arts conference."

"The 120 people were randomly divided into 80 groups, with six people in each group. Three fights were held in the group every day, and fifteen fights were completed in five days... One point was awarded for defeating one person, and the two with the highest points in each group would enter the top spot. Forty people. After eliminating [-] people, the next fighting method is to randomly select opponents, the winner will enter the next round, and the loser will be eliminated!"

When the elder of Menglong Zongtai was speaking, the field was quiet, no one dared to speak in a low voice, and some communicated with their spiritual sense for a short time.

As time went by, the number of Menglongzong disciples who were outside became more and more, and they still didn't make a sound. Even if the elders of Menglongzong finished some demonstrations of the Hundred Years Fighting Competition, they would still say a word. Did not say.

"Next, participants from various sects can come up and draw your numbers."

As soon as the elder of Menglongzong finished speaking, the elder with big eyes said, "Hurry up, it depends on your luck whether you can get a good number."

"Yes, Elder Taishang."

The three of Zhou Hao saw people from other sects flying over, so they didn't adopt the posture of walking.

The big-eyed elder Taishang looked at the three leaving figures, and he himself was caught in the memory, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the faint smile on his mouth could explain the problem very well .

The 120 celestial beings from various sects gathered together, and they were interested in sizing each other up, but they didn't open their spiritual sense to check their opponent's cultivation.

When Zhou Hao looked at Zhao Xinyan, Zhao Xinyan blinked at him. At this moment, Zhao Xinyan was still a little cute. The next moment, when Zhao Xinyan was licking her red lips, Zhou Hao stopped looking at her.

Among the 120 monks, the number of male monks is relatively large, nearly [-], and the number of female monks is in their early fifties. Among the female monks, they can be called beautiful women in the cultivation world, as high as about [-]. Zhao Xinyan, Shen Qianqian Naturally, Chu Mengyan and Chu Mengyan were among them.

Among the female monks, the one who can attract men's attention the most. Among the other twenty beautiful women, none of them can match Zhao Xinyan.

A few men from the Dream Dragon Sect scrutinized the female monks from other mid-level sects, and seemed to want to strike.

"Here are 120 specially-made scrolls, each of you come and get one." Seeing 120 people gathered, the Supreme Elder of Menglongzong took out 120 scrolls from the storage ring and put them on the wooden table.

Soon, everyone got a scroll.

When the 120 people returned to their sect area, Zhao Xinyan blew a kiss to Zhou Hao. At this moment, Zhou Hao attracted the attention of the male monk who had paid attention to Zhao Xinyan just now.

If the rewards of the Menglongzong Century Fighting Competition had not included the reward of the Spiritual Melting Pill, he, Zhou Hao, would have disliked Zhao Xinyan's behavior a little bit. It doesn't matter.

Anyway, it is definitely impossible for a monk of a middle-level sect to rank among the top three in the Menglongzong Centennial Fighting Competition without attracting attention.

Back in the rest area belonging to Tianyi Gate, Zhou Hao opened his scroll to take a look.

Sixteen second!
NO.16 Ring B, how about the strength of other opponents?
"Senior Brother Zhou, what number did you get?" Shen Qianqian asked quickly after reading her own number.

"Sixteen B, how about you, Sissy?"

"Hee hee, I'm Thirteen." Shen Qianqian smiled, "It's a good thing we're not in the same arena."

"There are a total of twenty rings. The possibility of the two of us being assigned to the same ring is very small. If we are really assigned to the same ring, we will really lose a lot." Zhou Hao responded, today's goddess of luck is standing On his side, such an unlucky thing would definitely not happen.

"By the way, Mengyan, what number did you draw?" Shen Qianqian turned her head and asked.

"Sixteen Ding." Chu Mengyan took out her scroll and showed it to Zhou Hao and the others.

Forehead…

Zhou Hao withdrew his thoughts, it seemed that the goddess of luck only rested on his shoulder for a while, and then left.

"Ah! Mengyan, you and Senior Brother Zhou were assigned to the same arena." Shen Qianqian was a little disappointed. They only had three people from Tianyi Sect. Now Zhou Hao and Chu Mengyan were assigned to the same arena. Is Mengyan less likely to advance?
As for whether Zhou Hao could enter the top [-], she, Shen Qianqian, did not have to worry at all.

"It's okay. I just wanted to come here to open my eyes. It's basically impossible to enter the top forty." As if seeing what Shen Qianqian was thinking, Chu Mengyan smiled and said, "You must know that I am only in the late stage of foundation establishment. It doesn’t even count as the peak of Foundation Establishment, but in the cultivation of Menglongzong Hundred Years Fighting Technique Conference, there have never been less than 40 monks who have achieved half-step alchemy or higher in all previous sessions.”

What Chu Mengyan said was the truth. From the very beginning, he had no intention of winning the ranking in the Menglong Sect's Hundred Years Fighting Competition.

"Two NO.16 rings are drawn, think about it from a different angle, you two are also very destined..." The big-eyed Taishang elder said as he seemed to feel that he had said something wrong, he smiled a little embarrassedly .

If I had known earlier, I should have said less.

"That's right, what the Supreme Elder said makes sense." Shen Qianqian replied, and also smiled, and it was quite natural for her to laugh.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Hao and Chu Mengyan looked at each other, seeing the embarrassment of the big-eyed elder and Shen Qianqian, they also laughed.

At this moment, on their upper right, a huge projection appeared.

On the top of the projection is written the first fight, and below it is written No. [-] A vs. No. [-] B, and No. [-] A vs. No. [-] B... There are a total of [-] fights, and these [-] fights are held at the same time.

"The list has been released, you can also enter the arena." In the second half of the sentence, the grand elder Yuan Wusheng of Menglongzong said to the disciples of Menglongzong who were outside the arena.

At this moment, Menglongzong disciples outside the venue came in, and they were no longer quiet.

"I can finally talk. I was suffocated just now. If I had known, I would have come here later."

"Brother, didn't you just communicate with my spiritual consciousness, why did you suffocate you to death?"

"Junior Sister, you don't understand me. For me, communicating with spiritual consciousness and speaking are two different things."

"Which one do you think, Senior Brother Long, Senior Brother Wei, or Senior Sister Zhang, will win the first place in this century-old martial arts tournament?"

(End of this chapter)