All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

Not long after, three Qianlongwei running in black snakes came out.

Qianlongwei, headed by the rosacea nose, looked at the crowd and said, "This time Qianlongwei has recruited three people."

He pointed to the three lottery boxes on the table, "Everyone is divided into three groups, and each group chooses the strongest one. The rest will be eliminated."

Another person said: "On the stage, life and death are irrelevant. Everyone's best to measure their own strength first. If they feel that they are defeated, it is best to admit defeat in advance."

The lottery in the lottery box has three colors: red, black and blue, representing three groups.

There are a total of about [-] people here, just over [-] in each group.

After everyone drew lots, everyone moved to the school field.

There are three arenas on the field of the university, and each group is a pair, and six people stand on the arena.

After greeting each other, they fight.

Those who came here to apply for the recruitment were either people from the arena with strong martial arts skills, experienced veterans, or young heroes with some backgrounds, and some even had magic weapons by their side.

Therefore, the situation of the battle was particularly tragic, and in a short while, someone spilled blood in the arena.

Of the three who failed, two died and one was seriously injured.

One of the winners was seriously injured and disabled, and he would definitely not be able to participate in the next match.

Seeing this bloody scene, some people couldn't adapt and their faces turned pale, while others were eager to try.

The three of Qianlongwei shouted expressionlessly: "The next group is ready."

The person in charge of sweeping has already rushed forward and hurriedly cleaned the arena.

Another six jumped onto the ring.

One of the men with a scar on his face looked like he was looking at his prey, looking at his opponent with excitement in his eyes.

His opponent was a young man with a gloomy complexion, and his aura was also not weak.

The rosacea-nosed Qianlong Wei said with great interest, "Interesting, an innate peak martial arts expert and a ninth-level qi cultivator. Evenly matched, it is worth seeing."

A Qianlong Wei next to him said, "Lao Li, Old Wang, should we take a gamble and see who wins and who loses."

Old Li with a rosacea nose said: "I'm optimistic about men who practice martial arts. As we all know, innate warriors rely on time to grind up, and they are much more experienced in combat than Qi refiners."

Old Wang said: "Otherwise, if those who practice qi have magic tools, most of them can easily defeat warriors of the same level. I bet on those who practice qi to win."

Although the three of them are only the lowest level of the ninth-rank festival in Qianlongwei, but at the moment, their expressions are arrogant, like evaluating a fighting beast, evaluating the people who are fighting, and using their life and death to make a bet.

Swords, lights, swords and shadows on the stage, fighting against each other.

The scarred man holds a long knife in his hand.

After a few tricks, the sullen youth was completely at a disadvantage.

"Roar!"

The scarred man shouted angrily and slashed his head with a knife.

Unable to resist, the sullen youth fell on the ring.

Seeing that the other party was slashed again and was about to die, he spat out a green light and hit the scarred man on the face.

But it turned out to be a monster with wings, it was only the size of a mung bean, and it was green.

He has compound eyes all over his body and hideous mouthparts.

The scarred man screamed and fell to the ground, his face instantly turned black, foaming at the mouth, and he died on the ring after twitching twice.

Seeing that the scarred man had the upper hand and suddenly died, all the contestants gave the shady young man a wary look.

Some people were angry and called out directly: "Three adults, is this person using gu poison, is it unfair?"

The rosacea-nosed Qianlongwei named Lao Li glanced at him and said: "On the ring, only look at the results. Fair? When killing the enemy, the enemy will not tell you any justice!

If you feel that it is unfair, you can withdraw from the game, and Qianlongwei is not forced to keep people.snort! "

He lost the bet on the medicine pill, and was in a bad mood, and he was reprimanded at the head.

All the contestants dared not speak any more.

"Bah, what a waste!"

Looking at the corpse of the scarred man who was dragged away, Old Li spat in disdain.

Soon, after the first round of the written test, only a dozen people in each group advanced.

Most of the losers were injured, and more than one-third of them lost their lives.

After the break, the second round started again.

After several battles, two men and one woman became the final winners.

One of them is a veteran innate warrior, and the remaining one man and one woman are Qi refiners.

Although the woman has only practiced the eighth level of Qi, she has two magical weapons on her body, one for body protection and one for attack. Obviously, her identity is unusual.

The ninth-level qi refiner is the young man with a gloomy face, who is good at using gu poison and has a long whip.

They were obviously not relieved, except for the fact that the woman consumed a lot of infuriating energy, she was not injured, while the two men were all wounded.