Chapter 1200 Fatty will lose

Lu Chen glanced at the sarcastic fat dragon and trembled his head.

"Oh, beat me up again!"

Fat Dragon hugged his head and kept screaming in pain.

"You talk too much nonsense, don't say what you should say, and say what you shouldn't say. Who will you beat if the boss doesn't beat you?"

The thin tiger gloated on the side.

"Oh... what I meant was the opposite. In fact, I was saying that there were too few women. I encourage my senior brother to continue to carry forward the situation!"

Fei Long was afraid of being thunderous again, so he quickly said, "With the handsomeness and charm of his senior brother, there are more than a hundred beauties around him, not many!"

"I don't bother with you!"

Lu Chen gave Feilong a white glance, then reached into the Chaos Bead and swept the sleeping Xiaoyu out.

Wow?

Xiaoyu opened her eyes and blinked, looking confused, and had not recovered from her sleep state.

"Stop sleeping, Mingyue wants to play the game, I need you!"

Lu Chen touched Xiaoyu's head, and Xiaoyu realized it, but immediately came to his senses, his feet firmly, his arms spread out, and his muscles were shown...

"This guy is here again!"

Lu Chen touched his forehead and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who likes to show off.

"Xiaoyu!"

Mingyue then discovered Xiaoyu and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Huh huh huh huh...

Xiaoyu grinned and nodded quickly, but she had to complete the entire pussy before she could run to Mingyue happily and rubbed her intimately.

The venerables from Zhongzhou were quick to do things and quickly got everything in the selection competition. They didn't waste time, and the competition was about to start.

Zheng Fang ran back, took the list in his hand, and told each participant's group and the competition venue.

But this is only a list of ordinary stadiums, and there are too few people in the super stadium, so this is not needed.

"The selection competition for ordinary stadiums has officially begun. All participants will take their positions on their own stadiums and follow the referees to arrange the competition!"

A golden-body venerable on the observation platform stood up and shouted loudly, and the sound was like thunder rolling in the sky, spreading all directions and into everyone's ears.

Then, with a huh, hundreds of thousands of contestants rushed out, like a human and dragon, rolling towards the field of their respective groups.

There are ten groups and ten arenas, and dozens of venerables are used as referees in each field.

Every group and every round of the game is played together dozens of games.

The winner goes out and the loser goes out, and it is a complete knockout round!

And the arena is...

A vast and infinite sky!

Each group has its own airspace, and dozens of games are divided into dozens of levels in the sky!

Starting from 5,000 feet, it is the first arena!

Then, every 100 feet taller is a field until the last field is arranged firmly.

Above five thousand feet above the ground and below the sky is thousands of feet above the sky, layer by layer of the sky is full of the competition, even the arena is saved.

However, this competition method is simple and practical, fast and time-saving, and does not involve the ancient city, perfectly solving the problem of too many contestants.

According to this competition method, not to mention 100,000 contestants, one million can be arranged.

Bang!

Bang!

boom!

Countless explosions of fighting were constantly coming from high altitudes at all levels, shaking the world!

The ordinary arena officially started!

Hundreds of games were played together, very spectacular!

Soon, people kept falling from high altitudes, people kept winning, and the competition was over.

Then, new contestants continued to fly up the altitude, and then new competitions continued to start!

From a distance, there were dense crowds of fighting people in the sky, which made people dazzled.

In order to protect his eyes, Lu Chen simply chatted with Mingyue and Wan'er.

A few hours later, the auditions of 100,000 people ended, and all ten groups in the ordinary arena decided to be the first, entering the final match!

The first in the group is the qualifiers. They all go through a fight, they can only win, not lose, and the competition is very fierce.

Feilong also qualified, but he defeated all his opponents without much effort and easily won the first place in the group.

Qin Xing has also qualified!

Wei Ping has also qualified!

After the auditions, small forces from Central China began to attract people.

Although some contestants lost, they had good talent and performed well, and were still favored by some middle-industrial strongmen.

Some small forces in Central China are even more straightforward, directly giving out olive branches to the ten qualifiers entering the final match.

Those venerables who are referees are all people from various forces. As long as the person in charge standing in the clouds likes someone, they will directly recruit people on the scene.

In the end, six qualifiers could not stand the temptation and accepted the olive branches of those small Central forces on the spot and gave up playing the final match.

In fact, the six qualifiers also knew it. With their combat power, they could not win the first place in the final game, and they were difficult to be favored by the major forces in Zhongzhou. It would be better to accept the recruitment of small forces earlier.

Anyway, even if they play the final match, the best result is to follow the small forces, so why bother to fight?

There is another more serious problem. If you play the final game, if you don’t perform well enough and don’t get the attention of any force, it will be a tragedy.

The final match of the ordinary arena was played on the big ring in the center of the square, and it officially gained all the attention of everyone!

Because six qualifiers were recruited, only four were left in the final match, and the draw of lots was much easier.

Just as Fei Long wished, he drew Qin Xing!

"Give up, you have only barely overcome the fourth heavenly tribulation. It has only been a few days since you advanced to the four tribulations. You have not even consolidated your realm. Why do you fight me?"

Qin Xing walked over and looked at Feilong with a smile. No matter how he looked like a fat fish.

The fat dragon is barely the fourth tribulation of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, and is still a shield cultivator, with high defense and low attacks, and theoretically no combat power.

And he is an old-fashioned five-tribulation realm, one rank higher than the fat dragon, and his combat power has always been very strong. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a fat dragon.

"Tsk, you have never tasted your Fat Master's big pot. When you taste it, you will know how powerful your Fat Master's pot is!"

Feilong snorted and said with disdain, "When you come on stage later, you will know how the word regret is written. I stew you in a pot."

"See you later!"

Qin Xing didn't bother with Fei Long, but just smiled and walked towards the ring.

"Just beat Qin Xing to death, he is a fellow disciple, not an enemy!"

Lu Chen knew Feilong's combat power and gave such instructions.

"Don't worry, I guarantee that I won't be beaten to death!"

Feilong said disdainfully.

"Come on Feilong!"

"Fat Dragon will win!"

"The fat guy will lose!"

Fei Long was waving to his brothers who were cheering him up, but suddenly heard a traumatic word from Shouhu, and immediately became so angry that he smoked his orifices, "Skinny, you will lose, your whole family will lose. Looking back, I won't deal with you!"

After saying that, Feilong then pulled up two big pots of king-level weapons and headed straight for the arena.
Chapter completed!