Eighteen huge battle platforms, suspended in the air.

The battle platform is very huge. It is black, like it is made of a kind of strange metal. There are many runes on it. It is full of thick feeling, as if it is indestructible.

"The rules of the second round, first of all, I will disperse the people of the 18 forces and spread them to 18 battle platforms, each with 16 people!"

"The 16 men will take turns to fight against each other. Each of them will fight against the other 15. In the end, the four best achievers in each arena will be promoted!"

"Promotion, each person will get 100 points, not promoted, no points!"

"In the end, there will be 72 promoted people in the 18 battle platforms. These 72 people will fight each other in pairs, and at the end of the day, nine of them will fight in turn to determine the specific position."

Lord Tianhong continues to announce.

Everyone has no accident. They have known this rule for a long time.

This is the most classic rules of the challenge arena, and the most fair.

Many forces will adopt this rule in their competitions.

Lu Ming has seen many of these rules along the way.

And the Vietnam War to the back, get more and more points.

Promotion to 72, 100 points per person.

Then two pairs of battle, promoted to 36, each can get 200 points.

Thirty six into 18, each can get 300 points.

If you enter nine out of 18, you will get 500 points.

A force, there are more people to break into the back, will get more points.

Once become the top three, there are additional rewards, so a top Tianjiao, go all the way, get points, will be very amazing.

"Now, I'm going to call the roll and assign your battle platform, No.1 battle platform, Wuhan University, Yao Lin...

" No.2 battle platform... "

" No.3 battle platform, Muyun... "

...

leader Tianhong read out a list of names and assigned all of them to 18 battle platforms.

Those who read their names go to the corresponding battle platform. Lu Ming is assigned to No. 3 platform.

Soon, the distribution is complete.

As soon as Lu Ming's eyes swept, she knew.

There are 18 strengths and 16 people in each faction. They are allocated to 18 battle platforms. There is almost no repetition.

There is only one person from the same force in a battle platform. This is also for the sake of fairness, so that everyone who tries can go all out.

Shua Shua Shua!

The figure flashed, and a figure appeared on every stage.

These are the elders from all walks of life to serve as judges.

On stage three, he's a middle-aged green haired man.

"My name is Liu feichuan. I'm the referee of No.3 platform. Next, I'll arrange a match between you. In this match, you can only win or lose, regardless of life or death. If you feel that you are defeated, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible. If you don't admit defeat, if you are killed or injured, you should be responsible for yourself. Do you understand?"

Liu Fei wears and drinks.

"Understand!" Lu Ming and others answered,

"OK, the first scene, Mu Yun, Zong Fei, come up!"

Liu Fei put on a light drink.

"First, it's my turn?"

Lu Ming is slightly stunned, but it doesn't matter.

Anyway, we have to fight against the other 15 people. In the morning and in the evening, it's the same.

Step out and land on the platform.

On the other side, a burly young man also fell on the battle platform, named zongfei.

Zongfei's eyes swept Lu Ming, showing a trace of contempt at the corners of his mouth.

"God King five? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to seek abuse

Zongfei smiles easily, and his body is filled with strong breath.

Shenjun is six heavy, one higher than Lu Ming.

Although, in this world, there is no lack of Tianjiao who can leap over the level to fight, but he is Tianjiao himself. Even if Lu Ming can skip the level of World War II, he can not surpass him.

Therefore, he was very relaxed when he saw that Lu Ming had only five levels of Shenjun.

"This sentence is what I want to give you. I feel like I have to admit defeat. I have to hurt my face and affect the competition in the future."

Lu Mingdao.

"Ha ha, the mouth is very hard, I don't know the strength of your hand, is it so hard, look at the move!"

Zongfei gave a big drink and stepped on the battle platform. In the roar of the battle platform, his massive body rushed towards Lu Ming and hit Lu Ming with a fist.

"Fengshen legs!"

Lu Ming thought of a move and kicked out.

In his feet, at least a few dozen kinds of leg skills were integrated into his feet. Once he was launched, like a whirlwind, he swept away towards zongfei with an amazing speed.

Later, first come!

Touch!

Lu Ming kicks zongfei in the face. Zongfei screams and flies back at a faster speed than the attack. He flies out of the battle platform and falls towards the square below. He falls heavily on the ground and spits blood.Confused!

Zongfei is totally confused, his head is buzzing and his eyes are white.

"Ah

The people of No. 3 platform, and some people who noticed this side, were also confused. Unexpectedly, the two men immediately decided the victory or defeat.

And it's the king of five who wins.

"Well!"

Leader Wang nodded. There was no accident for Lu Ming to win.

And Zong Fei's door, there is an expert cold hum, more aimed at Lu Ming a few eyes, some uncomfortable.

Tianjiao, who is also the No. 3 platform, can't help but look at Lu Ming.

Some people have solemn eyes, some people are indifferent, some people disdain...

on other platforms, there are a few people who pay attention to this side.

Such as Han Feng, Qi Ping and others.

They hate Lu Ming very much. On their side, it's not their turn to fight. They found No. 3 platform. Lu Ming went out to fight. Naturally, they looked over to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming will beat his opponent in one move.

"Some strength, no wonder so arrogant, but only just, after all, only God King five heavy..."

Han Feng's heart cold hum.

He was even more upset that he didn't see Lu Ming being abused.

Qi Ping is in the same mood.

"There are several people with strong strength in No.3 battle platform. Let's see when this boy can be proud of himself!"

Qi Ping thought coldly.

"Mu Yun Sheng!"

Liu feichuan also looked at Lu Ming a few more times and announced Lu Ming's victory.

Lu Ming withdraws from the battle platform, and Liu feichuan announces the next group's duel.

The game goes on.

There was only one person on the No.3 platform, which attracted Lu Ming's attention.

Because this man is stronger in cultivation and reaches the quasi emperor's territory. Tianjiao, a powerful race, is a foreign aid invited by a force.

He solved his opponent with a very easy move.

As for the rest, Jiuchong, the highest talent God, did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.

Soon, 18 people, nine groups of competition finished.

"Moyun, fill up, fight on stage!"

Liu feichuan calls Lu Ming's name again.

At the same time, another young man also stepped on the platform.

This is a young man with wings. As soon as he stepped on the stage, his body suddenly became bigger and became the original form. He was a giant bird.

No, it should be primitive.

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