On the ring, Li Chi had already walked up, ready to draw lots.
The order of this draw is still very important to him.
He must also be like a lonely one, let at least two of the other three houses get zero points.
Moreover, among the two who scored zero points, one of them must be the South Campus.
Because with the current score of the South Court, even if only one win in this round, the North Court would not get the first place.
Therefore, the serial number he draws must correspond to the martial artist of the South Campus.
In other words, if a martial artist in the southern courtyard draws the number one, he must draw the number three, and a martial artist in the southern courtyard draws the number two, and he must draw the number four.
This difficulty is not small.
To do this, for ordinary warriors, almost can only rely on luck.
For Li Chi, it is not difficult.
When the old man in the golden robe prepared the label, his demon spirit had already fixed the position of each serial number.
The draw begins.
After seeing that the Nanyuan Warriors had drawn the No. 2 pick, Li Chi immediately stepped forward and picked up the No. 4 pick.
The four warriors showed their sign numbers at the same time.
After seeing No. 2 of the South Campus and No. 4 of Li Chi, Du Gusheng in the audience showed a faint smile on his face.
Before the draw started, he was actually very worried.
He also understands the importance of drawing lots. If Li Chi fails to draw the corresponding lottery numbers, not only will all his previous work be in vain, but the North Campus will never get the first place.
Fortunately, Li Chi did it.
Although he wasn't sure that this was Li Chi's method, it was really luck, but his heart was finally let go.
At least for now, whether the North Campus can get the first place is still in the hands of Li Chi.
On the ring, when Liao Yunlang saw the serial number, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He took advantage of Jing Zhengyang and wanted to kill Li Chi, so for him, this order was simply sleepy and giving pillows, which was just right.
Among the crowd, Jing Zhengyang, Pan Heng, and Zhu Ziyang also showed a sorrowful smile.
At the same time, among the surrounding crowd, the sound of discussion also rang.
"Hey, it seems that the luck of the North Campus is really bad!"
"If you encounter warriors from the other two houses, the North Campus may still have a chance to stand up, but it happens to be the South Campus. Liao Yunlang is already third in the ranks, so Li Chi will lose.
"It's not just a loss. It's said that Liao Yunlang is cruel by nature, and every time his opponent is killed or disabled, Li Chi is afraid that he will be out of luck."
"It seems that the North Campus really will never turn around."
"..."
Listening to the comments coming from the surroundings, Qian Xiaoxiao and Ni Ya, who were also standing in the crowd, couldn't help showing a hint of worry.
Although the two of them are very confident in Li Chi's strength, after all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big.
In the Holy Spirit Continent, even two warriors of the same realm would have a huge difference in strength, not to mention that Li Chi was far behind the other side by one realm.
Not only them, but Gu Xichen and others frowned slightly at this time.
They didn't expect that in Li Chi's first battle, he would encounter Liao Yunlang, a notorious student.
The faces of several people showed a hint of helplessness.
However, in their hearts, they were still faintly expecting that even if Li Chi lost to Liao Yunlang, there would still be hope for the remaining two games.
And at this time in the ring.
The battle between No. 1 in the East House and No. 1 in the West House is over.
In the end, the West Court was slightly better and won the victory, with a hundred points.
Li Chi and Liao Yunlang stepped forward together, walked to the center of the ring, and stood opposite each other.
"Get ready, let's start!" The old man in Jinpao said lightly.
"Elder, I want to be sure." The moment the old man in the golden robe fell silent, Liao Yunlang spoke, "Is there a death quota for the freshmen of the Fourth Hospital
Hearing this, Li Chi's eyes narrowed slightly.
When he heard this sentence, he clearly felt a killing intent from Liao Yunlang.
The other party wants to kill him!
This killing intent can be said to be inexplicable, because he did not know Liao Yunlang before.
But when he saw the smiles of Jing Zhengyang in the crowd, he immediately understood that this matter must be related to these people.
Immediately, after he looked at Liao Yunlang's gaze, he became a little colder.
Originally, he just wanted to wound him, but since the other party wanted to kill him, he would naturally not be polite.
The old man in the golden robe glanced at Liao Yunlang and said lightly: "Yes, but it's not a last resort, it's better not to kill him."
"Understood." Liao Yunlang turned to look at Li Chi and said: "Actually, I just heard that Li Chi is strong, so I just ask to understand in advance. After all, the strong are fighting, and sometimes accidental injury and manslaughter are inevitable, Li Late, do you think so?"
"Yes, that's the case!" Li Chi nodded faintly, and said: "In the real competition, you should let go of your worries and give it a go."
Hearing the conversation between the two, the martial artists around were all slightly surprised.
Liao Yunlang's killing intent was awe-inspiring, and Li Chi did not show weakness.
Judging from this posture, the two of them clearly wanted to know each other about life and death. For a while, everyone looked at Li Chi sympathetically.
No one thinks that Li Chi can defeat Liao Yunlang. They seem to have seen the tragic end of Li Chi's killing.
Except for the lone lonely child, only he knew that Li Chi would say this because he had full confidence.
Immediately, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, took out a jug of wine, and drank slowly.
"Then fight, let me see your strength!" Liao Yunlang let out a grin, flipped his hands and took out a sword, and at the same time stepped on his feet, his body turned into a dark shadow and rushed towards Li Chi quickly.
"The Sea of Swordsmanship!"
With a low drink, the sword in Liao Yunlang's hand, like a cold light tearing the air, quickly pierced Li Chi's eyebrows.
As the sword body moved, a layer of white frost quickly emerged on the blade, and the icy chill caused the surrounding air to drop a little bit of ice crystals.
Ice rune!
Liao Yunlang's sword is a rune weapon. He activated the runes in the sword to increase the power of the attack.
This can only be done by warriors above the human dragon realm.
"The middle stage of the unity of man and sword!"
When he saw Liao Yunlang's sword, Li Chi had already seen the realm of the opponent's sword intent.
Although such a sword is powerful, it is full of loopholes for him.
He has at least a dozen ways to break this sword.
However, it was purely using sword intent to bully people, so he didn't want to do that.
Moreover, the third opponent of a person's Dragon Realm is exactly his best partner for training right now.
He wanted to see what extent his strength could reach without using his sword intent.
Another reason is that the third level of the Human Dragon Realm is not much different from the strength of Pan Heng and Zhu Ziyang.
If you can kill Liao Yunlang, then those two people will not be afraid.
Immediately, he flipped his hand, took out the Potian Sword, and greeted him...