Winning ten consecutive victories in the arena is not that simple.
It is extremely rare for warriors of the same level to cause crushing.
The fighters who are confident to stand in the ring are almost all the peak fighters of all levels. There are fewer late-stage fighters like Qingyan, and mid-term fighters will basically not sign up.
Because all the warriors in the middle stage of Xiantian, Potian, and supernatural powers knew that if they signed up, they would only waste spirit stones.
Qingyan came to the nearest giant arena dedicated to the Heaven-shattering realm warriors. On the arena, there stood a peak Heaven-shattering realm warrior and a referee in mid-air.
The referee announced loudly: "Weng Pengxiao, a casual martial artist from Tiancheng Kingdom, has defeated four challengers in a row. Is there a fifth? I'll give everyone a quarter of an hour. If there is no challenger, then I will announce , Weng Pengxiao will be qualified for the next round of competition."
Winning ten consecutive victories is not a hard target, but if a fighter in the arena is not challenged for a long time, the fighter will also advance.
Many warriors, if they find that the players in the arena are very strong, they will not fight hard here.
It would be unwise to get injured in the first round of auditions, or to consume precious recovery medicines.
Most of the martial artists who competed for this kind of quota did not have a lot of money, and many of them wanted to break the pill in half and eat it.
There are 2,000 promotion quotas for each level, and every time a player advances first, the quota will also be reduced by one, and those who come late, or fail to win the next round of quota in time, will lose their chance.
Tian Chengguo made it clear that for warriors who signed up but did not challenge on stage, they would not refund the registration fee.
It's black-hearted money!
Or that Weng Pengxiao showed too much strength in the arena, Qingyan waited for a quarter of an hour, after all, no warrior was willing to stand on stage to challenge him.
"Okay, it's over in a quarter of an hour, and no one is challenging Weng Pengxiao." The expert referee announced, "Then I officially announce that Weng Pengxiao, a contestant from Tiancheng Kingdom, is qualified for the next round of competition!"
"There are a total of 2,000 qualifications for the next round of competitions, and there are still 231 places left. I hope everyone can hurry up. When all the places are issued, the first round of competitions will end. If you don't get a place, or For warriors who have never challenged on stage, our Tiancheng Kingdom will not refund the registration fee!"
The referee from Tiancheng Kingdom was deliberately creating tension.
At the same time, I will briefly repeat the non-refundable registration fee.
Qingyan stood by the ring, silently watching the martial artists on the stage try their best to compete for a spot, but never made a move. She even had time to inquire with other martial artists about the competition between the Xiantian Realm and the Supernatural Realm, and how far they went up.
The referee announced again: "Bao Jie, a martial artist from the Bao family of Kukai Kingdom, has defeated two challengers in a row. Is there a third one?"
"Junior Sister Chen, aren't you going to make a move?"
Qingyan turned her head and saw an inner disciple of the Xuesha Sect. He had some impressions of this person, who was at the peak of the Heaven Breaker Realm. He was just fifty years old, and his strength was limited. He was not assigned to the main competition.
"I plan to wait!"
The senior brother at the peak of the Breaking Heaven Realm asked Qingyan for advice: "Then I'm going?"
"Let's go, I wish the senior brother a good start!"
"Thank you, Junior Sister!"
The inner sect disciple who was at the peak of the Heaven Breaking Realm laughed.
"You're welcome!"
Obviously, because Qingyan was standing here, he was a little worried that she would make a move.
When the two collided together, he was not sure that he could defeat Ye Qingyan.
"Okay, Bai Shilong, an inner disciple from the Blood Fiend Sect in the Southern Territory, who is at the peak of the Heaven-breaking Realm, challenges the leader Bao Jie!" The referee shouted loudly, "Bao Jie, are you ready to accept the challenge?"
If Bao Jie thinks that he is not sure to beat his opponent, he can give up.
The competition rules formulated by Tian Cheng Kingdom were not cruel.
But if Bao Jie gives up, it means giving up the previous two consecutive victories at the same time. If he wants to compete for the spot next time, he has to start all over again.
"I accept the challenge!"
The battle on the ring has begun.
"Why did the people from the Blood Demon Sect come to the stage to grab the spot? Didn't they have an appointment?"
"It is estimated that Bai Shilong did not get the quota in the sect. I heard that even if it is the blood evil sect, the quota allocated is not too many. I have seen disciples from other big forces snatch these quotas before!"
"It's really unfair. With such a quota, you still compete with us..."
"Keep your voice down!"
Qingyan saw the speaker glance at herself, but she didn't care, she was now focusing on the ring.
Even if he didn't get the quota within the sect, the strength Bai Shilong showed was quite strong, and he didn't insult the prestige of the blood demon sect at all.
Bao Jie was also at the peak of the Heaven Breaker Realm. To them, Bao Jie should be regarded as a young genius, but in front of Bai Shilong, he was still not good enough. After about a hundred moves, Bao Jie was defeated.
However, Bao Jie responded in a timely manner. When he was about to lose, he directly distanced himself and announced that he would admit defeat.
How to report one's life reasonably in the arena is also a kind of knowledge.
At the end of the first round, the referee declared Bai Shilong the winner, and asked him if he would continue to the next round immediately, and Bai Shilong replied in the affirmative.
After Chen Hao watched the registration, he was still in a calm mood. He had a light face watching the competition, and vaguely guessed her thoughts.
Then, three consecutive challengers challenged Bai Shilong. After the three challengers had two deaths and one injury, Bai Shilong had no chance to compete in the fifth match, and the referee announced that he had advanced.
Bai Shilong got an iron card certificate, jumped off the ring, and came to Qingyan's side: "Junior Sister Chen, why don't you make a move?"
"I want to wait!"
"Oh, then I'll go first!"
Bai Shilong's mind was full of doubts, he didn't understand what "Chen Ruoyan" was thinking at all.
He felt that with the strength of "Chen Ruoyan", it should be easy to win the next round of quota, but she just didn't make a move!
Could it be that the opponent can't hold her interest
This explanation seems to be somewhat unreasonable.
"Brother Bai, wait!" Just as Bai Shilong turned to leave, he was stopped by Ye Qingyan.
"What's up?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"What's busy?"
Qingyan whispered into Bai Shilong's ear for a while, the more Bai Shilong listened, the more solemn his face became, it was obvious that it was not easy for Qingyan to ask him to help!
Finally Qingyan said: "If Senior Brother Bai is willing to help me with this, I can pay the price of 10,000 contribution points!"
Bai Shilong was hesitant at first, but after hearing the offer, he hardly hesitated: "Okay, let's make a deal!"
"What did you ask him to help you with?"
"I won't tell you!"
"Yo! Are you still arrogant?"
Chen Hao didn't want to ask, anyway, he won't wait long, and he will know!
Every time a contestant is promoted, the referee will announce how many places are left. As the remaining places become less and less, the battle on the ring becomes more brutal and fierce.
On the day Qingyan first came, there was no warrior to challenge the challenger after winning three or four games in a row, but two days later, when the quota for the next round was only in double digits, the rest of the warriors who did not get the quota were all It's starting to go crazy!
When there were only eleven remaining places, and the referee asked who would take the initiative to stand on the ring and accept the challenge, Qingyan stepped into the ring.
The referee took Qingyan's number plate and asked loudly: "Okay, this martial artist from the Blood Fiend Sect, Chen Ruoyan, is in the late stages of breaking through the sky, who is willing to challenge on stage?"
Under the arena, five warriors flew onto the arena immediately.
Chen Hao complained a little speechlessly: "Qingyan, it seems that you are quite popular!"
Qingyan replied angrily: "They think I'm a soft persimmon!"
(end of this chapter)