Chapter 112 Overestimating one’s own capabilities

The water spirit power condensed thread wrapped around the sword body, and the traces of blood disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Water spiritual roots are indeed very good spiritual roots, aren't they?

Fu Yu raised her lips and smiled, then glanced at the monks standing in groups of two under the stage.

He closed his eyes expressionlessly and went to rest.

Several disciples who were watching in the audience shook their bodies and silently moved to other arenas.

Who said Fu Yu was young and ignorant? His cold eyes really made people not want to look at her again.

Unfortunately, the only twenty or so people left in the audience found that all the champions, as promised, became extremely brutal without exception.

"This round takes less than ten minutes, this"

The male cultivator said and extended his palm.

"hiss"

The obedient person took a deep breath.

"Five?"

"Yes, that's five."

"It turns out that so many people didn't die in those dozen or so games."

"No matter what, it will be real until the end."

"You mean those things before were not genuine."

…

After a while of whispers, the stage was unprecedentedly quiet.

There are ten ring masters, except for the No. 9 ring, which changed the master once, there has been no change.

It turns out that everyone can still have the mentality of giving it a try, just in case they are lucky, and what if one of the champions can't stand the wheel battle and loses energy...

But if you really risk your life, how many people would really dare to do it?

The unusual atmosphere finally attracted the attention of the previous stages.

In Arena No. 1, Song Qingyun opened his eyes.

His consciousness swept to the left, and he was immediately surprised.

how?

"what happened?"

Disciples abandoned the competition one after another, and even the big bosses behind the scenes were alarmed.

The host wiped the sweat from his forehead. After so many competitions, he had never encountered this strange situation.

"Reporting to True Lord Qi, it has been confirmed that these twenty-four disciples have voluntarily given up their qualifications for the competition."

The few Nascent Soul Lords sitting on the high platform did not expect that the disciples were really voluntary. You must know that the remaining disciples are mostly from the four super sects. They collectively withdrew from the competition. This...

"Have you reminded them that once they withdraw from the competition, all their previous personal points will be cleared."

The host's forehead was sweating even more, but he had to bite the bullet and answer.

"It was explained, but they insisted..."

Yun Wuxia shook his head.

"Unable to build up."

Although his words were straightforward, the True Lords of the other three sects could not argue with them.

No matter why those disciples gave up the competition, they were already inferior to others in terms of state of mind.

There are countless difficulties and obstacles on the path of a monk. How can you retreat when you encounter danger? There will always be a time when there is no way to retreat.

"well……"

Someone sighed and waved to the host.

The twenty-four disciples were breathing a sigh of relief at this time, but they did not realize that some things had escaped the road behind and they could not return to the original track.

A voice rang out from the ten silent arenas at the same time.

"The decisive battle begins, a two-by-two duel."

After saying a simple sentence, a small square table appeared on the ring, with a small cylinder standing on the square table.

Fu Yu walked to the table, reached out and took out a jade slip from the cylinder.

Almost as soon as Fu Yu took out the jade slip, the cylinder disappeared along with the entire square table.

Ink marks slowly appeared on the white jade slips.

"three?"

Lei Tianlong's eyes fell on the jade slip.

"three"

Ten champions compete in pairs, with a total of five numbers, as long as the other three is not drawn by Qingyun.

Thinking about it, such a coincidence would never happen. Besides, even if he really faced off against Junior Sister Qingyun, it wouldn't matter. The worst he could do was admit defeat.

Thinking of this, he continued to lie down without caring.

Song Qingyun naturally didn't know that someone had already planned to confront her and surrendered. At this time, she also saw the numbers on the jade slip in her hand.

"one"

Who is the one?

I can't even guess this thing, so I don't want to think about it anymore.

Zhang Yu palmed his hands and put the jade slip into the storage bracelet, and a word flashed across it.

On the other side, on the No. 9 stage, Yi Wu looked at the numbers on the jade slip and smiled.

"Four, this number is auspicious."

…

When all ten people successfully obtained the jade slips, the familiar voice rang again.

"Please follow the numbers on the jade slip in your hand to the corresponding numbered arena."

Once the sound fell, there was silence.

To the arena corresponding to the numbers?

Fu Yu blinked, so he said his opponent was Lei Tianlong?

The competition takes place every ten years, and the general rules will not change, but some methods and methods during the competition are different in each competition.

Even the direct descendants of the super sect were unable to obtain accurate inside information before the competition. It has to be said that only the four domains' mutual checks and balances can achieve such relative fairness and justice.

Fu Yu put aside his thoughts and walked straight to the third arena, but he bumped into Sikong Zhao who was walking towards him.

When their eyes met, Fu Yu was surprised that the other party actually nodded to her.

Fu Yu paused in his steps.

Sikong Zhao is the champion of the second arena. Now that he is going to the left, isn't it possible that he will challenge the champion of that arena according to which number he draws?

This is because the three numbers Fu Yu drew happened to be the ring number of his opponent Lei Tianlong, which led to such a misunderstanding.

"Are you Fu Yu?"

I have to say that this is what Fu Yu heard the most during the ring competition.

The other person asked this not to ask her to answer, but more to examine her.

She doesn't like this feeling.

At this time, there was a male cultivator with his legs crossed lying on the middle side of the No. 3 arena.

"Tsk, you have a bad temper."

Lei Tianlong stood up, changing his previous carefree look, and his expression became serious.

"Do you know what kind of people I usually hate the most?"

Fu Yu only looked at him and said nothing.

"One is a person who is willing to fall."

Speaking of this, he looked at Fu Yu with a half-smile.

"Second, people who don't know their own abilities."

Seeing that Fu Yu was still expressionless, his smile froze, indicating something.

"I don't think you are so stupid that you can't understand me."
To be continued...