Fortune Shrine

Chapter 119 Zhao Mingde's Progress (Please recommend)

The crowd was boiling, and with Yin Tianzheng's victory, everyone's enthusiasm for the challenge was aroused.

Then several people challenged, but without exception, all ended in failure.

At this time, there was no one in the field to challenge, and Fang Yi had no such plan. For him, it didn't matter whether he was a seeded player or not, because he was not afraid of any opponent. Even Feng Yiyi, he had the confidence to fight.

Although this Yin Tianzheng is powerful, his comprehension of sword intent is far inferior to his own.

"Okay! Since no one is going to challenge anymore, let's start grouping now. The two sides who just started the challenge will be listed in the same group, and the record will be recorded. There will be one less round of competition." Shui Rufeng said loudly.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, this is quite reasonable.

Then a group of elders began to arrange groupings, and each cultivation level was evenly distributed, and the strength and weakness were mixed with each other.

Soon the grouping will be completed.

Beside the sixteen arenas, lists for each group were erected.

Everyone quickly searched for their names, some were happy, some were complaining, all kinds of voices were heard.

"Damn, Feng Yiyi and I got into a group, it's so unreasonable." Fatty exaggerated.

It turned out that he was assigned to Feng Yiyi's No. [-] ring.

"Fatty, you are so nervous! There are sixteen seeded contestants, is there any difference in your allocation?"

Zhao Mingde rolled his eyes at him and said angrily.

The fat man was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing.

But no, with his strength, he would lose in any group he was assigned to, and it was rare for him to win the seed player in other groups.

"I was nervous for a while, I scared the fat man to death." The fat man chuckled dryly.

"Fortunately, it wasn't Fang Yi who was assigned to the No. [-] ring, otherwise it would be troublesome."

For a disciple like Fatty who lacks strength, it doesn't matter which group he is assigned to.

What matters is precisely those powerful disciples who have the strength to enter the top 32 or [-]. Once they are assigned to the strong group, they are likely to lose and not be able to enter the final [-] list.

"Not bad!" Zhao Mingde nodded, looked at himself, and was assigned to the third ring.

The seed player in the third ring is Li Zhuohong, who is also Qing Yunfeng.

Speaking of Li Zhuohong is also extremely good, basically he is the most powerful disciple of Qingyun Peak.

"Fang Yi, what number are you assigned to?" the fat man asked curiously.

Fang Yi smiled slightly, and said, "You're lucky, the No. 12 arena."

In this grouping, it is obvious that the closer the arena is, the stronger the seed players will be, at least on the surface.

Therefore, Fang Yi was indeed lucky to be assigned to the NO.12 ring.

"Not bad!" Fatty said excitedly.

Because in this case, Fang Yi's chances of entering the top 32 will be much higher.

In fact, neither of them had any doubts about whether Fang Yi could become the top 32. After all, Fang Yi defeated Leng Xingkong half a month ago with a single sword.

I'm afraid that Fang Yi's group will not be divided well.

Now that Fang Yi has been assigned to the NO.12 ring, both of them are very happy.

"The No. 12 seed contestants are Ma Wenyuan and Fang Yi from Lingyun Peak. No matter what this time, you have to fight for our Qingyun Peak."

Fatty seemed to have a sense of collective honor, and said quite seriously, while Zhao Mingde on the side also nodded vigorously.

Fang Yi smiled slightly and said, "Do your best!"

With the completion of the grouping, the competition in each arena is about to begin.

"Everyone!"

The resounding sound of water like a peak resounded.

"In this competition, each person will fight for ten rounds. The winner will face the winner, and the loser will face the loser. After ten rounds, the two with the best results will advance to the top 32. If the results are the same, it depends on the outcome. There is no outcome." If it matters, an extra game will be played."

Everyone has known this rule for a long time, so naturally there is no objection.

Shui Rufeng nodded in satisfaction, and then the competition officially began.

"Zhou Qingyuan, Yuan Xinyou is on stage!"

On the NO.12 ring, an elder shouted loudly, and the two disciples immediately stepped onto the ring.

At the same time, the other fifteen arenas were also competing at the same time.

The entire Samsara Peak Square suddenly fell into a frantic shout, and the noise shook the sky.

The disciples who came on stage in the previous few rounds were relatively low in cultivation, and they ended very quickly.

Fang Yi looked at the battle table next to the ring. It was still early before he was on stage, so he decided to go and see Fatty and Zhao Mingde.

As soon as he arrived at ring [-], he saw a figure being knocked off the ring.

The next moment, an elder said loudly: "Zhao Mingde, Liu Xin is on stage."

Hearing Zhao Mingde's name, Fang Yi stopped immediately.

Fatty also leaned over at this time. Ring No. [-] and Ring No. [-] were very close, and he obviously heard the voice from this side.

"Fang Yi, you're here too, hehe." The fat man smirked twice, then looked towards the ring.

"It's Zhao Mingde's turn so soon. Look, I don't know if this kid can win."

The fat man was quite concerned.

Fang Yi smiled faintly, and said, "You should still care about yourself! As far as your real body is concerned, although your cultivation base is a little higher than his, your stamina is obviously not as good."

When the fat man heard this, he gave Fang Yi an angry look.

At this time, Zhao Mingde and his opponent had also stepped onto the ring, and after a symbolic salute, they immediately exchanged hands.

Zhao Mingde's opponent, whose cultivation level was comparable to his, fought fiercely.

The fat man looked extremely nervous and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Fang Yi, can Zhao Mingde win? Why do I feel so mysterious!" Fatty asked suspiciously.

His strength was not much higher than the two on stage, so he couldn't tell.

"Don't worry! Zhao Mingde will definitely win this round."

Fang Yi smiled and said that he knew Zhao Mingde's strength quite well, and with his guidance for half a month, it was only a matter of time before he defeated his opponent.

"Yeah, how did Zhao Mingde become so powerful? I remember that he was only at the fifth level of the Linghai half a month ago, how did he break through to the peak of the sixth level of the Linghai all of a sudden, my dear."

"Yeah! I remember it too, it's terrible, this kid is going to fly into the sky."

"Look, Liu Xin may not be able to hold on anymore, Zhao Mingde has become so aggressive."

Under the ring, some disciples who knew the two were discussing, obviously puzzled by the sudden reminder of Zhao Mingde's strength.

Fatty was very proud when he heard these voices.

He seemed to be imagining that when he took the stage, the people below would comment on him in the same way.

Fang Yi couldn't help laughing at that sullen expression.

Bang!

At this time, there was a muffled sound from the ring, and a figure was hit back again and again, almost falling off the ring.

"Good job!" Fatty exclaimed excitedly.

Zhao Mingde's opponent knew he was invincible, so he automatically surrendered.

This is undoubtedly a wise choice, because there are still nine fierce battles.

Zhao Mingde clasped his fists together, and got off the ring with a happy face.

"Good boy, I can't see that you are so powerful." The fat man hurried up to meet him.

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