"The registration of the competition has ended, and those who fail to meet the requirements on time will be disqualified. All the fighters will go to the entrance of the dense forest immediately to make preparations. "
Then, ye Ziheng followed the warriors to the direction of the dense forest. Within ten minutes, he reached the entrance of the dense forest.
Ye Ziheng looks at the martial artists around him and whispers something to each other. Ye Ziheng is alone.
He didn't see zihanyu. Although zihanyu had been seriously injured before, zijiacai's atmosphere was thick, and there would be no less pills for recovery, which should be almost recovered. As for not seeing her, it should be the reason of too many people.
"All right, it's quiet!"
When a big drink came, all the martial artists stopped discussing and turned their heads to the speaker.
It's a middle-aged man in purple armor. He looks like he's about 3 or 40 years old. However, his accomplishments have reached the wuchongtian of Xianwu. His face is cold, and his eyes inadvertently send out a hint of killing. It's obviously a tough character who has been on the battlefield, fought and killed people.
The middle-aged man glanced at all the fighters with cold eyes. There was no nonsense or waste of time, just one sentence.
"Everyone, into the jungle!"
Ye Ziheng can't help but be shocked. Although he knows that this is the beginning of the top 100 competition, is it really so direct? Not even a few words?
Ye Ziheng is not the only one who is stunned, but also a large number of other martial artists. They have participated in similar contests before. Although they are not as large as the sun shining new stars, they are still a contest at best. They will give speeches before the beginning. Even if they have nothing to say, they will inspire or threaten them for a while.
But why does the middle-aged man in front of him not even bother to fart with them?
However, compared with Ye Heng's blank face, those "old players" who have had one or more experience in the competition left in the moment when the middle-aged man finished speaking.
And the middle-aged man once again turned his head and looked at the crowd, showing a trace of impatience on his face.
"Those who fail to enter the dense forest within ten minutes shall be deemed as disqualified."
As soon as they heard this, they were in a mess and rushed to the inside of the dense forest. And also in a mess, Ye Ziheng saw purple culvert rain.
It seems that zihanyu's injury has basically recovered, but it is only limited to the physical injury. From her expressionless face, even the extremely cold face, ye Ziheng can see that her inner wound has not been healed, and even will not be healed for a long time in the future.
But zihanyu doesn't seem to find ye Ziheng, because her cold eyes are always staring at the front, and there's no time to turn around to look at ye Ziheng.
Know that all people have entered the dense forest, ye Ziheng in turn to see the position before zihanyu, but the people have disappeared.
"Maybe it's to hunt monsters." Ye Ziheng thought of this, but it had nothing to do with him. He cared about zihanyu just out of sympathy. When he sympathized with the death of his beloved, she could not even sit beside him. Sympathy for the monster that killed his relatives was not ended by him, but by Ye Ziheng. Zihanyu is also a poor man.