Godly System: From Fire to God

"There are a total of fifty number plates, and every two adjacent numbers are a group. For example, the number one and the number two are a group, the number three and the fourth are a group, a total of twenty-five groups, and they are evaluated in order. "

After Biao and Li finished speaking, they paused, leaving some time for the students to react.

"Understand?"

Baiao, Li Meng roared.

The sound shook the magic horn for a while, and the students covered their ears again.

"understood!"

The top fifty students shouted at the same time, with a proud look on their faces.

Only Luen's indifference and Lin Mo's embarrassment made the two seem out of place in the crowd.

"I understand, don't hurry up and draw lots for Lao Tzu."

Baiao and Li shouted again.

The group of students hurriedly ran over to draw the lottery, while Lin Mo and Lu En walked at the end of the line.

After the students lined up to draw the lottery, Lin Mo and Luen walked over.

"Boy, what the **** is going on with the primary appraisal, don't be so embarrassed this time."

As he passed by Baiao and Li, he glared at Lin Mo and said in a low voice.

Lin Mo gave him an angry look and shrugged.

This guy didn't take much care of himself at all, but now he feels embarrassed by disgusting himself.

Lin Mo didn't buy his account at all.

Lin Mo only cared about how well Lian Nuan practiced with Dale and Bing, and Baiao and Li only cared about whether his wife was happy. The two men did not voluntarily form a master-disciple relationship. What is so difficult for each other.

"Little bastard!"

Baiao was so hard to blow his beard and stare, but he was sitting in the referee's bench, and it was not easy to have a seizure in full view, so he had to bear it.

Looking at the numbers, Lin Mo is No. 45 and Luen is No. 23. The two are obviously not in the same group.

Lin Mo and Luen each sighed.

Luen was disappointed because he couldn't fight against Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was anxious because he had to face an opponent who didn't know how strong or weak it was to release the water.

Unlike some schools on the planet, there is no lengthy opening speech. Seeing that all the students have drawn the order, BIO and Li directly announced the start of the competition.

The arena in the middle of the martial arts arena is huge, with a length of 100 meters and a width of 100 meters. It is a huge square arena.

Layers of magic shields are set around the arena to protect the students in the auditorium from damage caused by the battle.

Of course, it is of no use to freshmen in the first grade. They do not have such a wide range of attacks.

This shield can play a real role in the evaluation of senior grades tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

According to the order of the draw just now, the first group began to board the ring.

Lin Mo sat in the audience, watching the players fighting underneath boredly.

This kind of low-level battle has no viewing experience at all.

The two students in the first group are also two people of similar strength.

Lin Mo watched them gesturing with each other with swords for a long time before one of them exhausted his strength and lost his weapon.

A burst of cheers erupted from the audience in the martial arts venue. For the freshmen, this environment is still very exciting.

Lin Mo simply plugged his ears, and immediately began to close his eyes and relax.

He didn't open his eyes until he felt Luen standing up next to him.

Luen passed by him, and the two looked at each other, everything was self-evident.

Luen took off directly six meters away from the ring, with the ice sword in his hand carrying the sky cold, drawing a white training in the air.