At the beginning, the school beauty was enshrined and the Lord of Ghosts was awakened.

November 3.

"Athletes' March" is played in a three-dimensional surround throughout Pengcheng University.

Pengcheng University, the annual intramural selection competition is about to start.

Countless teachers and students flocked to the Elven Battle Hall.

According to the campus website, there are more than 300 students participating in the selection competition.

Most of them are from trainer students, and a few are from other departments, such as breeding families.

The big guys are enthusiastic.

First, it is against the high bonus of the school.

Second, it is an opportunity to enter the Royal Three Cultivation Park to select the Royal Three Families.

Of course, there are also many freshmen who participate in the competition, and they are holding the mentality of paddling.

Seeing the world and accumulating some experience in the event is regarded as experience.

Anyway, it is not a shame to lose to seniors and seniors in senior grades.

Purely for elf activities.

"Peng Yun

~" "Here~"

As soon as Peng Yun walked to the door of the elf's battlefield, he saw Song Ying waving her snow-white arms, and there were several girls standing beside her.

It is estimated that it is Song Ying's roommate.

Peng Yun and his roommates from dormitory 208 walked over together.

"Good sister-in-law."

"Good sister-in-law." Jin Xingxue and Sun Gaolang said hello sensibly, and then looked at the girls around Song Ying in unison.

"Hehe~

" Song Ying smiled like a flower and Peng Yun said: "These roommates of yours still love to joke so much.

Then introduced the roommates behind him: "They are all my roommates, but they are from the breeding department."

"Xiaolan, Feifei, Xiaoke."

Although there is Song Ying, this red flower is there, covering the light of other girls.

But it has to be said.

Things are clustered together, and people are grouped.

Song Ying's roommate is still quite good-looking.

Jin Xingxue, Sun Gaolang including Zhao Junliang, these three brats are very good, and took the initiative to step forward to chat with Song Ying's roommate.

"Are you ready?" Peng Yun asked Song Ying in a gentle voice.

Song Ying nodded delicately: "Hmm~

" "Then let's go in."

"Hmm."

Afterwards, Peng Yun and Song Ying, two dormitories, walked into the venue in unison.

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As the richest university in China, the elves of Pengcheng University are very big against the battlefield pavilion.

Very big!

It can accommodate at least 30,000 people.

Even if the entire Pengcheng University students gathered here, they could sit down completely.

At exactly 9:01, the "Athletes' March", which resounded throughout the school, came to an abrupt end.

Lu Ye, president of Pengcheng University, slowly walked onto the stage.

All the students were silent, giving the legendary principal enough respect.

Lu Ye held the microphone and looked at the students: "I announce that the 18th intramural selection competition of Pengcheng University will start now!" "

Boom~!!

Whoops~!!

Enthusiastic applause broke out.

As Principal Lu unveiled the prelude to the selection competition, the hot battle officially began.

The huge stage, under the operation of the staff, split into thirty equal parts of the battlefield.

There are different battle environments such as sand, lake, rock, meadow, and mountain.

Contestants are randomly assigned terrain and battle against established opponents.

"Peng... Brother Peng!!

"It's my turn to play later!!"

Zhao Junliang looked at the LED screen on the stage and took a few deep breaths.

The thought of fighting under the gaze of tens of thousands of people later overflowed with nervousness.

Peng Yun comforted him: "Don't be nervous, relax!" "

Just be your best self."

Sun Gaolang and Jin Xingxue, who have always loved to stir their mouths, also encouraged Zhao Junliang at a critical moment: "That is, listen to Brother Peng, relax."

"Yesterday I secretly helped you calculate a trigram, you kid can advance, don't panic!"

"Well, I'll go!" Zhao Junliang steadily walked into his No. 27 battlefield amid Peng Yun's cheers.

Soon, Zhao Junliang's opponent also played.

The senior of the referee department briefly introduced the rules, then waved the flag to announce the start of the competition.

As soon as he came up, Zhao Junliang released his trump card Garlic King Ba.

The other party's elf is a fire rock rat.

A level 15 garlic king eight VS a level 21 fire rock rat.

The fire rock rat itself occupies the advantage in attributes, plus it has evolved into the second stage, coupled with the advantage of rank, it has crushed the garlic king eight in all aspects.

However, Zhao Junliang did not give up directly, but constantly commanded his garlic king Ba, using poisonous powder and a vine whip to harass.

Stubbornly persisted for 5 minutes, and finally in the face of a huge disadvantage, Garlic King Ba fell.

Subsequently, Zhao Junliang replaced the Coco Dora he had just received.

The rock + steel coco Dora is still restrained in terms of attributes.

However, with the efforts of Zhao Junliang, he insisted on using a level 14 coco Dora and spelled out the opponent's fire rock rat.

In the end, Zhao Junliang had no other elves who continued to fight, and eventually regretted defeat.

But even so, it is already a defeat.

"Brother, yes!"

"I originally thought that in the face of a huge disadvantage, you would be killed by your opponent in three or two strokes."

"I didn't expect you to hold out for so long, and even beat the other party's fire rock rat." Sun Gaolang gave Zhao Junliang a thumbs up.

Jin Xingxue also said on the side: "That's it, I underestimated you before."

"Now it seems that you still have two brushes."

Peng Yun also encouraged on the side: "When you commanded the Miao Frog Seed just now, several commands were very timely.

"It's been done very well."

With the support of three roommates, Zhao Junliang swept away the haze after failure.

Looking up, I saw Peng Yun's name displayed on the LED screen.

So he said loudly: "Brother Peng, it's time for you to play!"

Peng Yu raised his head and looked at his name above the stage.

In an instant, his eyes condensed a strong and undispersed fighting intent.

The corners of his mouth outlined a confident smile: "Yes, it's my turn to play!" "

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