Destiny Martial God

Qianlong Fort, in the central square!

The rules of the final of the battle for the Qianlong list are exactly the same as the qualifying round of the second round of the semi-finals.

The only difference is that the number of contestants in the final reaches 100, and the final ranking and the amount of Qianlong luck are determined by the points of winning and losing.

At the same time, in order to allow every contestant who has obtained the blessing of Qianlong luck to give full play to their abilities, and to allow the audience in the surrounding stands to see the wonderful performance of each contestant, all the 100 arenas in the central square were removed and replaced with a larger arena.

Looking up at the list shrouded in purple clouds above the square, Yu Haoran's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

Before the final officially begins, the list will be re-ranked based on the performance of the qualified contestants in the second semi-final game, and then combined with the results of the first round of three levels of assessment.

And this ranking is related to the opponents and order of the contestants in the next arena competition.

For example, if you are the first on the list, then your opponent in the first game is the player ranked 100th, your opponent in the second game is the player ranked 99th, and so on.

So, the higher your ranking on the list, the higher the points you can get in the early stage of the game, the more blessings of the latent dragon's luck, and the more strength and trump cards you can save to deal with stronger opponents in the later stage of the game.

Although he has always kept a calm mind about the ranking of the list, Yu Haoran is still a little nervous in his heart about whether he can successfully reach the top in the end.

As the purple mist covering the list gradually dissipated, both the 100 players who advanced to the finals and the countless spectators in the surrounding stands immediately became nervous.

Everyone stared at the list that was about to reveal its true face.

When the last trace of purple mist disappeared, 100 bowl-sized names appeared clearly on the list.

"Huh!"

Just when the list revealed the final ranking, Meng Zhengkai couldn't help but make a surprised sound.

According to Yu Haoran's outstanding performance in the semi-finals, combined with the eighth place in the three levels of the preliminary round, the ranking this time should have improved.

But he looked through the top ten rankings and did not find Yu Haoran's name.

"No. 49!" Qin Di said with a gloomy face.

Qin Di, who had stronger cultivation and state of mind, found nothing in the top ten rankings. He suppressed his doubts and immediately continued to check down the rankings. Finally, he found that Yu Haoran was ranked 49th on the list.

In the first game of the semi-finals, all opponents dared not challenge him with only a basic stick technique.

In the second game of the semi-finals, he easily defeated nine powerful opponents with his strong body and stick technique.

With such an amazing performance, it would be unreasonable if the ranking on the list did not improve by a few places, let alone directly drop to 49th place. How could this not make Qin Di feel an unknown anger in his heart.

Seeing that his ranking not only did not rise, but fell directly to the 49th place on the list, even Yu Haoran, who kept a calm mind about the ranking, was also filled with endless anger at this time.

According to the introduction of the tower spirit to Qianlong Fort and Qianlong List, although the ranking of the list is sorted by Qianlong Qiyun according to the performance of the players in the preliminary and semi-finals, the final ranking can be controlled manually.

The reason why his ranking fell from the eighth place in the preliminary round to the 49th place must be the work of the seven top martial masters in the Qianlong Fort attic.

"Prince consort, are you okay?" Qin Lingfei, who also found that Yu Haoran's ranking had dropped, asked with a worried look.

At the same time, Yu Siqi, Jian Wuhen and Wu Zhengjun, as well as Jiang Jingya who had always ignored him, all looked at him with the same worried look.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Yu Haoran explained with a chuckle.

"The ranking of the list is just a passing cloud. The finals are what really determines the number of blessings of the latent dragon's luck."

Looking up at the list again, Yu Haoran still had a smile on his face, but when he scanned the names ranked from the first to the forty-eighth on the list, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Just when he was about to withdraw his gaze from the list, seven different colors of energy suddenly shot out from the list, black, white, blue, green, red, blue, and purple.

The seven different colors of energy gradually condensed into seven large dragon thrones of different colors in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, six old men in black, white, blue, green, red, and blue robes appeared in front of the dragon thrones of the same color as their robes.

"Welcome to the Purple Lord!" The six old men who appeared in front of the dragon throne did not sit down immediately, but knelt on one knee in mid-air, shouting respectfully.

Accompanied by the six old men's respectful welcome, a middle-aged strong man in a purple robe slowly appeared in front of the purple dragon throne.

Then, a terrifying aura that even the top martial masters on the top of the surrounding stands could not bear slowly rose from the purple-clothed middle-aged master.

If they did not want to be forced by the terrifying aura, then the masters on the surrounding stands had to stand up to greet him.

If they did not want to be oppressed by the terrifying aura, then the 100 contestants on the central square had to kneel on one knee to greet him.

It was not a shameful thing to just stand up to greet the arrival of Purple Master, so even the top martial masters from the central domain stood up obediently.

But for the 100 contestants on the central square, the pressure of the purple-clothed middle-aged strongman's momentum and his kneeling on one knee to greet him with submission aroused everyone's inner pride.

Not only did everyone immediately mobilize all their strength to resist the pressure of the terrifying momentum, but they all looked up and glared at the purple-clothed middle-aged strongman.

When he saw that none of the 100 contestants on the central square knelt on one knee to greet him, the purple-clothed middle-aged strongman had a faint smile on his face, but a terrifying cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then, the terrifying momentum continued to increase and spread to each contestant.

"Welcome to the Purple Lord!" As the power of the terrifying momentum became stronger and stronger, some weaker contestants on the scene could not withstand the pressure of the terrifying momentum, and finally chose to kneel on one knee on the ground, and greeted loudly like six old men.

After seeing that among the first batch of people who knelt on one knee to greet him, there were three elite children from the royal family, Emperor Qin's face instantly darkened.

Of course, Meng Zhengkai's face was also quite ugly.

Because among the first group of people who knelt on one knee to welcome him was the only one of the Meng family who advanced to the finals and also the one he valued the most.