Fortune Shrine

Chapter 117 Seed Player (Please recommend and reward)

That night, Fatty and Zhao Mingde had a rare night of rest to prepare for tomorrow's contest.

It was the first time to participate in such a competition, and both of them seemed very excited.

The rapid progress in the past two weeks has also made them eager to try.

Fang Yi, however, did not respond as usual. He just remembered that when he first came to this world, he had undergone earth-shaking changes in a short period of time, and he couldn't help feeling.

However, there is still a long way to go, and it is not yet time to stop and rest.

The next day, everyone in the entire Outer Sect was extremely excited. The annual Outer Sect Grand Competition can be said to be the biggest event in the Outer Sect. Get verified today.

Confident nature holds its head high.

Even those who don't have confidence are equally excited, because they can see all kinds of wonderful competitions, and maybe they can learn something from them.

Fatty and Zhao Mingde got up early in the morning, and Fang Yi had no choice but to follow them to Samsara Peak.

At this time, the Samsara Peak Square was already crowded with people.

There are more than a dozen arenas set up in the center of the square.

Fortunately, this square is extremely huge, so there is no problem accommodating these rings and the three thousand disciples from the outer sect, but the noise is a big deal.

Fang Yi only felt a "buzzing" in his head.

Fatty and Zhao Mingde were extremely excited, as if a bumpkin had entered the city.

"Who do you think will be No.1 in this competition? Tsk tsk, the reward is the Lishui sword, the sword that once broke Lishui."

"In my opinion, [-]% of it is Feng Yiyi, and others probably won't be able to grab it."

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that there is a fierce man in Lingyun Peak. I don't know if it's true or not, but I prefer light wing armor. Wearing this armor can fly freely. It's cool to think about it."

"That's true, but the Thousand Machine Seal is also good, unfortunately..."

Various voices were heard in the crowd.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, the name Duanlishui was extremely unfamiliar to him, but right now he didn't care about it.

At this time, on the stands in front of the square, a blue figure descended from the sky, scanning the crowd from above, it was Liu Suifeng, the great disciple of the inner sect.

I saw his lips parted slightly.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

The sound was not loud, but it spread to every corner of the audience as if by magic, and the noisy square fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on him.

"Today is the annual Grand Competition of Taixuanzong's Outer Sect. Your hard work in the past year will bear fruit in the next three days. Make good use of it!"

Liu Suifeng's voice came faintly, and immediately announced the official start of the outer sect contest.

The head of the outer sect, Shui Rufeng, took a step forward, glanced at the crowd, and said loudly: "The following disciples whose names have been called come out."

"Feng Yiyi, Ling Tian, ​​Li Zhuohong..."

Shui Rufeng uttered names one by one, and everyone soon discovered that the ones he uttered were all the top ones in the entire outer sect.

These people walked out one by one, each looking extremely tyrannical.

A total of 16 people lined up in front of the crowd.

"Tsk tsk, these people have a chance to enter the top ten, right? What does it mean to call them out?" the fat man licked his tongue, puzzled.

"You don't understand this! These people are seed players, and the sect is afraid that they will meet too early, so they separate them." Zhao Mingde explained, it seems that he has some knowledge of the foreign sect competition, unlike Fatty, Although curious, but too lazy to inquire.

"So that's it!" Fatty looked suddenly enlightened, and then pouted again.

"Isn't this too unfair? Fang Yi's strength should be almost enough to be a seed player!"

The fat man was rather dissatisfied. From what he saw, Fang Yi was able to defeat the 33rd ranked Leng Xingkong with a single sword, and his strength should be similar to these people. Why is Fang Yi not a seed player.

Fang Yi smiled slightly, but he didn't care about the seeded players.

Regardless of whether it is seed selection or not, in the end, everything must be proved by strength.

"The 16 people in front of everyone are the seed players of this competition." Shui Rufeng scanned the crowd again and said loudly.

"If anyone has any objections, they can challenge one of them at will, and if they win, they can replace them."

Everyone in the square looked at each other in blank dismay, eager to try with enough confidence in themselves.

"I come!"

Finally, there was a tall man with a violent breath who couldn't help but challenged him.

Driven by him, two more disciples also chose their own challenges.

Fatty watched from the sidelines with excitement and excitement.

"Fang Yi, why don't you choose one too. I think these people are similar to you, maybe not as good as you, and it would be good to have a seed player! Otherwise, it would be the end of the day if we were in a group with Feng Yiyi."

The fat man pushed Fang Yi and said.

"Luck shouldn't be so bad!" Zhao Mingde replied, and then he added another sentence.

"Also, even if we are in a group with Feng Yiyi, there is still a chance. Each group will get two players to enter the final 32."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Being a seed player does have some advantages, but even if he is in a group with Feng Yiyi, he has nothing to worry about. If he doesn't even have the confidence to enter the top 32, he might as well give up as soon as possible.

And the 16 people standing on it now, even if they are not as good as Feng Yiyi, they are probably about the same.

That being the case, it is better to have a look first.

"Fatty, don't you think highly of me? These people are all the top of the outer sect, and all of them have been practicing for many years." Fang Yi laughed.

The fat man thought for a while, and seemed to feel a little embarrassed by Fang Yi, so he laughed dryly.

At this time, the three battles in the arena were almost coming to an end, and the three challengers, without exception, fell to the bottom and gradually failed.

Not long after, they were knocked off the ring one by one.

From these three battles, it can be seen that the Zongmen is quite discerning in selecting seed players.

With the defeat of the three challengers, the crowd's enthusiasm for the challenge has gradually faded. After all, none of the disciples who can be selected by the sect will be simple characters.

Just when everyone thought this challenge was about to end.

Suddenly, a figure stepped onto the ring like lightning and thunder.

It was a gloomy young man, exuding a fierce aura, like a sword that had been sunk in a cold pool for many years, once it was unsheathed, it was cold and sharp.

"Lingyun Peak is cloudy, how could it be him? How could he come to challenge these seeded players."

"That's right! He's looking for death. Although he has reached the peak of the twelfth level of Linghai, he only seems to be in the 40th place on the leaderboard."

"Isn't that true? Could it be that he has made a breakthrough recently? Or do you want to take advantage of the three people on stage who just fought a battle and haven't recovered yet, and want to take advantage of it?"

In an instant, people around him recognized the gloomy man on the ring, and there was a lot of discussion.

　Have a great weekend, everyone.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)