He really couldn't stand Tang Baoer's face anymore.
When Tang Baoer heard this, he also put away his playful face.
He walked out of the team with a serious look on his face, appeared on the ring with a strong step, picked up the unconscious senior brother, and said calmly: "Well done, senior brother!"
Then he turned around and walked step by step towards Donghuang's location.
At this time, everyone in Donghuang stood up and paid attention to him.
He may not be strong, but he fought with all his strength for Donghuang and gained a precious point for Donghuang.
Just because he lost, we cannot deny his efforts!
At this time, the elder of Shengyuan Sect asked the Nanhuang disciple: "Do you want to challenge? If you challenge, you will be given half an hour to rest."
When the disciple heard this, he shook his head. In order to win this competition, he had already suffered serious injuries, and he could not recover from his injuries in half an hour.
Moreover, he knew his own strength, and he had no qualifications to challenge.
The elders of Shengyuan Sect also nodded when they saw this.
"Next, please invite the forty-seventh disciple to come on stage!" the elder of the Shengyuan Sect said loudly again.
At this point, the ownership of the 48th and 49th places has also been settled.
The next moment, someone came out from the direction of Zhonghuang and jumped directly onto the ring.
The elder of Shengyuan Sect smiled at him, because this person was a disciple of Shengyuan Sect.
The man also raised his hands to the elder of Shengyuanmen and said: "Elder, I challenge the 41st."
The day-long competition was in full swing, but there were only a few people who were truly capable but did not occupy a good ranking. Many disciples were unwilling to give up. They exhausted all three opportunities, but only maintained their original rankings.
Only a few people in the small world of Huanglong were really unlucky and did not hunt enough ferocious beasts, so they did not occupy a better ranking and get their own glory through the rules of the ranking competition.
When night fell, the thirty-first disciple reluctantly gave in.
At this time, the rankings from 49th to 31st were also determined.
Four people are in the middle of the last nineteen, and ten people are left in the top thirty.
There are four people in Xihuang, and there are seven people left.
There are four people in Donghuang, and there are six people left.
There are four people in Beihuang, and there are three left.
There are three people in Nanhuang, and there are three left
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people.
Among them, Zong Qing, who was very high-spirited in the Kuangwu Sect, was also eliminated, ranking 37th, bringing 14 points to Donghuang.
Although the results were not high, they still made all the senior officials extremely satisfied, especially the senior officials of Zhibian Sect, who were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
In order to express their praise, Chen Lihan and the others gave Zong Qing a slap on the back of the head and a kick in the buttocks!
Some people are happy and some are worried. Judging from the first day of competition, the middle wasteland is indeed stronger than other wasteland areas. The top three occupy ten people, reaching as much as one-third.
However, there are only three people left in the Northern and Southern Wastelands, and their rankings are not high.
The competition on the second day was much crazier than the first day.
Those who reach the top thirty are basically at the peak of the Qi General level. The difference is nothing more than the level of understanding of Qi Qi and the level of understanding of mysteries.
Almost every disciple has used up the three challenge opportunities in their hands, and the battle situation is changing rapidly. Some people have just succeeded in the challenge and have lost their place in the next game before they can gain a firm foothold.
After the battle, the faces of the senior officials of each sect became more and more solemn. The elders of the Shengyuan Sect acted as referees and had taken action many times, otherwise there would be a real possibility of disciples dying in the battle.
However, the disciples' blood was brimming with passion and they kept roaring.
The competition here had just ended, and the disciples for the next competition jumped out of the crowd, shouting for the challenge, and then another battle began.
"Next one!" the elder of Shengyuan Sect shouted loudly.
In the direction of Beihuang, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd and landed steadily on the ring.
"Hey, Tan Fei is on the stage!" Seeing this, Chen Lihan suddenly became interested.
I saw Tan Fei stepping on the ring, flipping his palms, and a long stick appeared in his hand. The end of the long stick hit the ground hard, making a soft sound, and said loudly: "I challenge the twenty-third name!"
The sound came out, and a figure instantly jumped out from the direction of Zhonghuang.
The visitor landed on the ring, took out a spear, raised his hand to Tan Fei and said, "I'm from the Taiyun Sect, Lu Ren, please give me some advice."
Taiyun Sect is very powerful, but it has failed to become one of the overlord-level forces in Zhonghuang, and Lu Ren is also the chief disciple of Taiyun Sect.
The elder of the Shengyuan Sect looked at both sides, waved his hand, and said: "The game begins!"
"Boom!" The two momentums burst out instantly and collided fiercely in mid-air.
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Starting from the beginning, both sides went back and forth, but no one took advantage.
"Roar!" Dragon roars sounded out one after another, and the shadows of five giant dragons instantly appeared behind Tan Fei.
Seeing this, Chen Lihan smiled and said to himself: "Tan Fei is a good boy! It seems that he has broken through to the later stage in Huanglong's small world!"
And Lu Ren showed no sign of weakness. The same five-headed dragon phantom was suspended behind him, looking at Tan Fei ferociously.
"Fight!" Tan Fei moved his feet, leaned back slightly, waved his long stick with both hands, and instantly rushed towards Lu Ren.
The solid nine-layer Dacheng stick energy suddenly released, and a red light instantly enveloped the entire stick body.
"The secret of fire? I don't know how heavy it is?" Chen Lihan murmured.
"Two levels! Tan Fei should be able to win!" Upon hearing this, Wu Qinghao directly explained to Chen Lihan. After all, he practiced the secret of fire and could intuitively feel the realm.
"Oh? Not bad!" Chen Lihan said with a smile.
Lu Ren's eyes shrank, but he had no stage fright. As he swung the spear, the nine-layer Dacheng gun energy suddenly burst out. A blue light enveloped the gun body, and the spear attacked Tan Fei like a swimming dragon.
"First level peak! It's boring!" Tang Baoer took a bite of the chicken leg and shrugged.
The sticks and the spears collided fiercely, and the fierce wind roared instantly. As everyone expected, Lu Ren lost his footing and was knocked back by Tan Fei's stick.
When Tan Fei saw this, he was unyielding. He moved his feet, jumped up high, and slammed the head of the stick down.
Lu Ren stabilized his body, raised his spear with both hands, and firmly blocked Tan Fei's attack.
But the weight of the stick was beyond Luzhin's expectation. He felt his hands heavy, his arms bent under the load, and the long stick hit his shoulder hard.
"Pa!" Lu Ren's face showed a trace of pain, and his body bent downward involuntarily.
But at this moment, Tan Fei's attack had not stopped yet. He used his hands suddenly and swept hard, hitting Lu Ren's head hard and knocking him away instantly.
"Bang!" Lu Ren hit the ground hard, lying on the ground and never getting up.
The elder of the Shengyuan Sect appeared next to Lu Ren at the right time, observed it, and said loudly: "Lu Ren loses the ability to fight, Tan Fei wins!"
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I'll try my best to write these chapters as quickly as possible, but some key characters still need to be written a little more, so I ask for your patience.
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