Chapter 1674

Breathing heavily, he lay on his back in the sand, his face drooping, his clothes bloodstained, his eyelids turned and he fainted.

The disciples of Tianyuan let out a scream and surrounded them with all hands and feet.

"Brother LAN Yin! Elder martial brother Lanyin! Are you all right? "

"No, call the doctor quickly. Elder martial brother Lanyin is in a bad state."

"Ma De, I'm at odds with you guys like Xuanyuan..."

Compared with Tianyuan's grief, Xuanyuan's side is full of joy and celebration.

They didn't realize why there were five students in each courtyard, but in the first round, the two sides were one against four.

Until the referee's voice rings again.

"In the first round, Tianyuan played Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan won."

"Please send the students who have not participated in the second round."

The Xuanyuan disciple, who was celebrating, was stunned.

The sad disciples of Tianyuan were stunned, and then they were ecstatic.

"Ha, it's not the end of the game. Now it's our turn to fight them?"

"Fengshui turns around in turn. The Third Elder martial brother is beaten like this. The disciples of Xuanyuan are dead."

"Hum, I thought the rules were really unfair. It didn't matter that the two sides rotated. It's a big deal. But we must make the remaining Xuanyuan disciple disabled!"

The disciples of Tianyuan, they are cruel.

Xuanyuan, at the beginning, did not expect that it would become a beaten party. They dare to beat LAN Yin so wantonly. Now they are in a panic when they turn around.

"What we didn't play is the fourth, fourth elder martial brother..."

"The fourth elder martial brother is the brother of the eldest elder martial brother Yu Ning, but his accomplishments can't be compared with the elder martial brother."

"The upper boundary of Zifu period, against the two upper boundary of Zifu period and the two lower boundary of Ziqiong period in Tianyuan, this is not a dead end..."

It's useless to make peace before the second match.

So, at the beginning of the second round, the disciples who just went up to the Xuanyuan temple were smashed and hammered into pigs' heads. Finally, they were even ridiculed and thrown down the stage.

"Tianyuan vs. zhanxuanyuan, first game, draw."

With the referee's verdict, Tianyuan and Xuanyuan reorganized their own students.

However, it is obvious that in the first project, one of the disciples in the two courtyards was seriously injured and could not play any more.

However, for Diyuan and Huangyuan, it is good news.

"Please draw lots from the second courtyard."

The second college, of course, is the underground college.

Chu indifferent forward, put his hand into the project draw box, took out the wooden ball.

"Fighting."

At the moment when I saw the project being drawn out, the faces of the disciples in the courtyard all showed a happy smile.

"That's great. Long live the tradition

"I don't dare to say anything else. If I fight alone, I will win with my elder martial brother, younger martial sister and younger martial brother."

"That's to say, now Tianyuan and Xuanyuan have lost one of their members. The accomplishments of the disciples of Huangyuan are not as good as those of our senior brothers. Our underground courtyard is stable."

When Chu Mo ran saw the words engraved on the wooden ball, he also showed a smile. Then he put his hand into another box and pulled out the wooden ball of the college.

Above, it is the Xuanyuan that has just fought once.

This year's lottery system is full of randomness and uncertainty,