Lu Ming waited for a long time, but no one came up to fight him.
"Since there is no World War I, I will take this spot!"
Lu Ming opened his mouth and looked at Man Ning on the platform.
"Brother with such combat power, he deserves a spot!"
Man Ning nodded, very satisfied with Lu Ming's fighting power.
Although it is only the first level of Shenjun's cultivation, its combat power is amazing. Going to the mother planet of the Dragon Clan together, I believe it will play a big role.
Lu Ming nodded, moved his body, and landed on the platform.
"Okay, there are still five places left. For the sake of fairness, let's fight two by two, and the strongest Wuming will be chosen!"
Man Ning opened his mouth. With Lu Ming's lessons learned, he dare not underestimate the people of the first level and the second level of the Shenjun. What if there is another Lu Ming
After some discussion, the competition began.
On the battle stage, fierce battles broke out, very tragic, and people were killed from time to time.
However, like Lu Ming, it is naturally impossible to appear again. Almost no one can fight across levels. Some gods and kings exist in the third level, and they defeat other opponents in a crushing way.
Ten days later, all the competitions were over, and the last five spots were all released.
Lu Ming has also seen the fights in the past few days, and he has a number in his heart.
Some Tianjiao characters, generally like Ke Dao, have awakened the original divine power factor four times, mastered the original secret technique, and some other powerful secret techniques.
However, no one has broken the shackles with the original secret technique, nor has he seen the five awakenings of the original divine power factor.
It seems that even in the Holy Fire Sword Sect, it is very difficult for those below the third level of the gods to awaken five times, or to cut off the shackles of the original secret technique.
"Come with me, rest for a few days, and then go!"
Man Ning said.
After that, Man Ning arranged a residence for Lu Ming and the others.
Soon, two days passed, and two days later, they set off and came to a planet not far from the wormhole, where they joined the other two groups of people.
However, as soon as Man Ning and the others came to this planet, Man Ning received a message asking her to bring people to a gathering.
Soon, in a huge open space, Lu Ming saw two other groups of people.
Like them, it was also led by an elite disciple of the Holy Fire Sword Sect with twelve masters.
Lu Ming glanced over and found that the other two groups of people were all the existence of the third level of the gods.
The three parties looked at each other, their lights flickering.
Although they are from the same sect, once they enter the dragon's mother planet and encounter opportunities, they may become a competitive relationship, robbing each other of resources.
hum!
At this time, waves appeared in the space, several figures suddenly appeared in the air, and a powerful aura filled the air.
"Quasi-emperor!"
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat.
What suddenly appeared was a white-haired old man and two big men.
What made Lu Ming's face serious was that all three of them were quasi-emperors.
In the Sacred Fire Sword Sect, the god-emperor level is the top powerhouse, and generally will not be dispatched. If the god-emperor does not come out, the quasi-emperor is the strongest.
"See the three elders!"
Man Ning and the others bowed to salute.
"Don't be too polite!"
The white-haired old man in the middle waved his hand, and continued: "There is still more than a month before the departure time, and now I have summoned you here temporarily, because I have some bad news to tell you!"
"bad news?"
Everyone's hearts sank, their expressions fluctuated, they stared at the white-haired old man, waiting for his answer.
"The Holy Bird Clan originally gave us thirty-nine places, just enough to form three teams, but not long ago, the Holy Bird Clan sent news that there are not so many places, so we can only send twenty-six people to go! "
The white-haired old man said.
"Twenty-six people!"
Everyone's heart sank, and their faces became ugly.
There were originally thirty-nine people, but now there are only twenty-six people left, which means that one-third of the number will be eliminated.
"Elder, why did you suddenly reduce the quota?"
Man Ning asked.
"It's not because we are afraid of competition. To reduce our number, the competition faced by the Holy Sparrow Clan will also be less. Hmph, you have taken advantage of us and played tricks like this!"
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and was also very upset.
But the Holy Sparrow Clan is a powerful race on the list of prehistoric peoples. No matter how upset they are, there is nothing they can do, they can only be obedient.
"Since you have already formed a team, then don't dismantle it. Our opinion is that only two of your three teams can go, and the other one can only be left behind!"
The white-haired old man said.
Everyone's heart sank again.
Of the three teams, only two can go, and one will face elimination.
The three teams looked at each other. At this moment, they exuded strong hostility.
Neither side wants to give up.
The mother star of the dragon clan, that is the mother star of a huge race, was sealed for dozens of stellar years, and now it is recovering, the opportunity is unimaginable, if you seize this opportunity, you may be able to soar into the sky and compete with the top talents in the prehistoric universe.
"Elder, I think that only the two strongest teams can go to the dragon's mother planet. The stronger the strength, the more chances can be seized!"
At this moment, a young man in purple robes spoke. This person was wearing a purple feather robe and looked rich and honored.
"Ziying, which team do you think is the weakest?"
the white-haired old man asked.
"Obviously, Man Ning's team should be eliminated!"
Ziying pointed to Manning and the others.
"Ziying, what are you talking about, my team is the weakest? Which eye do you see?"
Man Ning drinks coldly.
Ziying, like Manning, is also one of the three elite disciples of the Holy Fire Sword Sect and the leader of a team.
"Which eye can see it? I can see it with both eyes. Your team's strength is uneven, and even the garbage of Shenjun Yizhong is in it. It can be seen that your team's strength is not very good!"
Ziying showed a disdainful smile and glanced at Lu Ming.
The same was true of the others, looking at Lu Ming with a disdainful smile.
Shenjun Yizhong can be selected, which shows that Manning's team is very weak.
"Ziying, do you think you can judge a person's strength just by his cultivation? Although Lu Ming is only the first level of the gods, his combat power is very strong, and he will not lose to anyone!"
Man Ning said.
"Hahaha, the combat power is very powerful? Man Ning, do you really put gold on your face?"
Ziying laughed, and the disdain on her face grew stronger, and said: "How strong can a first-level god be? Man Ning, you don't want to say that he is comparable to a third-level god, right? If that's the case, then it's not because of him , but your people, too weak, so you don’t have to participate, and if you go, you will die!”
"You... talk nonsense!"
Manning's face was full of anger.
"Elder, it's obvious that Man Ning's team even has Shenjun First Layer, which shows how weak her team is, so it's very simple. If she is excluded, our two teams can go to the mother planet of the Dragon Clan!"
Ziying said.
The reason why he targeted Man Ning was because the other team was amazingly strong, and he was not sure.