"hold onto!"
"I have to hold on!"
"There are fifty-one left!"
"Thirty-five more! We will advance to the top sixteen and enter the second round!"
"As long as I fall behind those thirty-five..."
"Even if I am eliminated in the second round, I believe that my outstanding performance will catch the eyes of the saint ancestors above. Maybe... someone will be willing to accept me as a disciple!"
A group of extremely eternal and semi-ancestral creatures almost all hold the same idea and are struggling to support themselves.
Only Zhao Fan felt at ease in his heart. Facing the impact of this sandstorm on his will, he felt as if he was standing under a cloudless sky.
but.
In order not to attract attention.
When it’s time to pretend, you still have to pretend.
so.
From the beginning to now, Zhao Fan looks extremely uncomfortable on the surface. Not only that, he also seems to be on the verge of collapse at any time, but every time he is about to fall, he gets up again!
Most of the participants present looked like this.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Zhao Fan to pretend to be so realistic.
Sixtieth breath!
thump!
thump!
Thirty figures fell down in succession.
Now.
The sandstorm became more violent, and the impact of the will was several degrees stronger than at the beginning!
So much so that the participants who had persisted until now began to fall one after another.
"Twenty-one!"
"Five more!"
"I am the top sixteen!"
All the eternal and semi-ancestral creatures in the desert looked at each other, expecting others to fall first!
Sixty-five breaths!
thump!
Three fell in a row!
The initial tens of thousands of applicants have continued in the first round until now, and only eighteen are left!
"That one is like a tumbler, hurry up and pour it!"
"I really want to kick you!"
"Ahhh! I can't hold on anymore!"
Pour another one.
There is only one missing, and the list of top 16 will be released! ! !
Even the saint ancestors and numerous ancestral realms above the colorful clouds were looking attentively at the desert dojo below.
They couldn't guess which one of them would fall to the ground first.
Because the performance of the seventeen people was almost the same.
It seems that everything has reached its limit.
"Qin'er, guess who will fall next?" Saint Ancestor Fengqi asked with a smile.
"Hmm..." Fengqi Saint's eyes glanced back and forth, and after observing for a moment, she said: "I think it will be the half-ancestral creature in the white robe and the sword on his back."
Saint Ancestor Fengqi shook his head, "I don't think so. This little guy was shaky from the beginning. However, even the half-ancestral creatures who looked much more stable than him at the fiftieth breath fell. He Still teetering there but refusing to fall, maybe...the will keeps getting stronger on the edge of collapse in the sandstorm."
"That makes sense."
Fengqi Saint looked at the white-robed figure curiously, "But, could it be some special secret method? Adjust the balance by swinging."
"This sandstorm doesn't affect the body."
Saint Ancestor Fengqi smiled and said: "It is possible to swing the body without falling due to the impact of the body, but at the same time as the impact of the will, if you swing the body deliberately, it will only distract you. Not only will there be no benefit at all, but it will speed up the elimination. .”
"All right."
Saint Fengqi nodded and continued watching.
Finally, on the sixty-ninth breath.
As a semi-ancestral creature fell to the ground, it fell into the desert.
The sandstorm has stopped!
The first round of screening has concluded!
Tens of thousands of applicants, only the last sixteen are left!
"call……"
"So relaxing!"
"After the impact of will, I feel so comfortable!"
Everyone was immersed in the calm and tranquility after the storm.
Zhao Fan's swinging body stopped and he looked at the others.
Among the top sixteen, there are three elementary realms, six intermediate realms, four advanced realms and three semi-ancestral creatures.
Saint Yuanning also persisted until the end.
"Congratulations, brother Yuanning, we have entered the second round together."
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "I look forward to playing against you."
"..."
Holy Master Yuanning was speechless, wondering what was going on with this half-ancestral creature, why he always wanted to fight with him?
Although his strength is comparable to that of the half-ancestral creatures, they can only be evenly matched. Moreover, if it is the kind of half-ancestral creature that is very close to the ancestral realm, it cannot be defeated at all!
It is impossible to judge the extent to which a semi-ancestral creature has touched the rules, because it is completely aware of entering the circle of rules.
Yuanning Shengzun felt that Zhao Fan should be a decent semi-ancestral creature. If he was too strong, he would definitely have no desire to fight him.
After the first round.
The desert dojo seemed empty.
Sixteen figures looked at each other, and some revealed their names.
At this time.
The Thunder Ancestor in the void above looked down at them and said, "Sixteen of you have entered the second round. In the second round, an elimination system will be adopted where you will randomly draw lots to match your opponents."
After saying that.
Sixteen wind blades appeared in front of Yu Zu, and then condensed into substance. After disrupting them, he threw them away. "There is a number in each wind blade. You can know it by crushing it. The numbers are the same." The first opponent of the second round will be the opponent."
Zhao Fan and the others gathered in front of those wind blades.
They all look the same on the surface.
Moreover, sixteen people are randomly matched and eliminated in a single battle, and there is no possibility of a bye.
Then just take it!
soon.
Everyone has a wind blade.
They all crushed the wind blades in their hands.
"I am 7, who is still 7?"
"3."
"I am also 3... Haha, I am a half-ancestral creature, and you are an average person in the extreme realm. Now you are safe for the first battle!"
"I'm 9."
"Are you stupid? There are only eight groups in total. Where does the number 9 come from?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have held it upside down. My number is 6."
at this time.
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "I am also 6."
"This..." The high-ranking person in the extreme realm was a little depressed. There were only three semi-ancestral creatures in total. He was so unlucky that he met one of them as soon as he came up.
But none of the top 16 could survive that kind of sandstorm until the end.
Strength cannot be measured at the superficial level.
This high-ranking person in the extreme realm believes that with his own background, there is still hope that he can fight against the half-ancestral beings, as long as the white-robed figure is not that kind of top half-ancestor.
Match completed.
Click!
The entire desert dojo was divided.
The core area in the middle was left as a battlefield.
A row of seats appeared on the edge, which was the waiting area.
"Now, let's proceed to the first group of duels." Ju Zu announced: "The others go to the waiting area to wait."
