Some people are puzzled.
"Everyone Jin, this is not right. There are eight sects in total. How do you compete with each other? Is it possible that there are two three-three contests, and one is a duel? This is not fair."
"Naturally fair."
The person who spoke was Luo Ming.
Jin Caitan looked at Luo Ming and made a gesture of invitation.
Luo Ming smiled and said: "The people who participated in this fight, and my Luo family."
As soon as this statement came out, the four were shocked. Only then did I know why there are nine pavilions, and it turned out to be a long time ago. The group of heroes made a noise again, saying that Luo Ming's actions were unfair, and they were suspected of cheating.
Luo Ming laughed.
"My Luo family is one of the seven crowns of the White King, and it can also be said to be a sect that is famous for its swords in the arena. Could it be that if everyone participates, my Luo family's children can't participate? Besides, this is the This is the rules of the Divine Casting Club. If you want to get my family to forge the magic weapon, don't you have to pass the level of my Luo family? Luo has never said that no Luo family will participate in the competition, so how can he lie?"
Everyone thought it was reasonable, and after a second thought, they said.
"Others can do it, but you, the owner of Tianjian Luozhuang, can't do it. You are unparalleled in the world, not to mention that you planned the entire Divine Refinement Casting Conference. How can there be such a thing as the organizer playing in the arena?"
"Everyone, take it easy. As the host, Luo will never end up fighting for victory. He just stands by and waits for the winner to be born. Can you rest assured?"
"It's almost there."
Another man shouted, "No, Master Luo Si is also the host. He can't play either."
Luo Ming calmly said: "This is natural. Have you forgotten what the lottery gift Luo gave? How can the dog end?"
Everyone remembered that if they won the Refining God Casting Club, the winner would marry Luo Ming** as his wife. How can Luo Siming participate in the competition? But he became suspicious again, what kind of tricks Luo Ming was playing. It's just that Luojian Villa is unfathomable. There are so many masters in the village, and it is not surprising that there are other masters in the clan's children who want to try it.
This compartment was pressed down, and Jin Caitan continued to explain. The eight sects that won in the first round, plus the Luo family's total of nine sects, were divided into three groups to fight separately.
There is no upper limit on the number of people each sect can send, but in order to play, they must first hand in the sacrifices—the weapons obtained by winning in the first round. In the first round, each winning sect received fifteen weapons except their own sect, a total of 16 weapons. For each player from each family, except for the weapons they hold, they need to invest seven weapons into the Divine Refinement Casting Cauldron, which is a necessary condition for playing. And if you lose, your own soldiers must also be thrown into the refining furnace, which will become part of the material for the birth of the gods today.
In other words, to the maximum extent, each sect can only send two people to the end.
However, although the number of players and playing conditions are strict, there are no restrictions on the timing of playing. That is to say, even if two people from the same sect play together against the enemy at the same time, it will not cause a violation. This is rather good news for people from the same sect, such as Wudang and Wutong Jin Yuxuan. Naturally, the rest of the motley crews who were temporarily combined at the scene couldn't compare with the tacit understanding they formed after getting along for a long time.
As for the second round of the arena, there is no need to invest in weapons. The three remaining people in the first round, whether they belong to the same sect or not, only need to decide the outcome.
"These are all the rules of today's fight. As for how to decide the outcome, there are three rules, please listen carefully."
Jin Caitan raised his hand and compared it.
"First, the living win and the dead lose."
The rest of the people were all in an uproar. Although these people are all blood-sucking people, but Luojian Villa is so well-known and upright that the arena set up is also clearly divided between life and death, which is naturally contrary to its traditional style and image.
"Second." Jin Caitan stretched out his second finger, "The insider wins, the outsider loses."
Since it is a fight, there is no doubt about this.
"Third, Han Sheng said that if you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose." Ignoring the uproar, Jin Caitan continued: "Han Sheng watched thousands of battles in his life, and he never made a mistake. Whether it was a victory or a defeat, Han Sheng knew at a glance. In order to avoid blood spattering five steps, Han Sheng has the right to decide."
Then I realized that what Jin Caitan said was not completely unreasonable. If the winner must be divided between life and death, with the martial arts of these people, I am afraid that few will survive. With such a rule, it cannot be said that it is completely bad.
"Next, I will invite you from all sects to appear."
After the words were finished, the curtains were drawn down. The fighters of the eight sects inside were revealed.
The three men in the Demon Eye Sect stood with arms crossed, and Demon Eye Shura grinned. Looking at the prey he was about to hunt.
In the Wudang School, a group of Taoists surrounded the elder Shou, who was sitting in the middle. Shou Lao was drinking tea with a smile, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xiao Nantian and the other three still haven't recovered from the injuries in the first round.
The Hanshan Temple was peaceful, and the five monks seemed to be in meditation, completely unaware of what happened. Monk Mianhua closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, seemingly deaf to everything outside.
The people in Wutong Jinyuxuan were covered with frost. Yu Feiyuan had previously ordered someone to return the blade to the original owner. Others had two chances to end the game, but they didn't have one. What's the difference between this and losing if you don't fight
In the Sword View of Mount Lu, Kuang Lu is under Ling Gongzi's banner. Not interested in the rest of the opponents, only frowning at the Dugu group next to the pavilion.
Several of the emperor's subordinates only fought against Luo Ming and others yesterday. The emperor and the green king were both captured by Luo Ming at this moment, and they did not know how safe they were. However, Dugu and the other three were all injured not too lightly, and the one night's breathing adjustment only restored 40% to 50% of the state. What's more, the monarch was captured and worried. Not to mention that the people on the side of the king are so anxious, even Long Zaitian hates himself for having no way to attract the Qilinwei army, who is flying in the sky, to cut off the rebellious dog's head, Luo Ming.
Among them, there is only one faction, which is particularly abrupt.
It is the Daluoshan faction where only Su Xiao is there.
Regarding the three days from Monday to Wednesday, I would like to apologize to everyone. In fact, I didn't expect it to be broken for such a long time in advance. One thing has happened one by one, and it has not been resolved until now.
There are a few things I want to highlight. The first is about why I stopped changing. In the middle of this month, I had a break for a few days. That was when I got a call from my brother in New York. He met a kidnapper with my sister (13 years old). That person came to our house and did a lot of bad things, and my brother called the police directly. They kept crying in those days, and my parents flew to New York for the first time when they were in their teens. After that, there was a series of things like finding the police, a lawyer, and moving to another school.
I'm in Japan, but I'm on the phone for hours almost every day. The time in New York is reversed, and I'm on the phone late every night. Two days ago, I was updating in the early morning, taking classes during the day, studying and preparing for exams at night, and being on the phone with my family all the time, and my spirit was a little broken. As long as I am in this state, I basically can't code words, because I am too irresponsible for the work. In fact, this reason is too personal and I don't want to bother everyone with it. But when I see the need for this, I'll explain it anyway. The second is my update rule. Don't panic, everyone. Some readers in the comment area felt that I was in arrears as soon as I stopped the update, and they didn't care about the rules. In fact, I really owe a hundred or so more. I owed it when the policy of adding more changes was introduced. I remember it, but recently this bird can only be paid back slowly.
As for the day, it has always been there. Since the opening of this book, there has never been a time when the number of updated words per month is less than 6W words (30 updates * 2000 words), it is better to say that it has always been around 90,000 words (it is indeed a lot less in these two months, but It must have been overdue.) I have control over the amount of updates, and it will not be lower than the number of daily updates I said. As for whether it will go up, I can only say that I do my best. The third is the smell of gunpowder in the comment area. I know that everyone likes this book, so I will urge more. There is absolutely no conflict with my position. I also want to write a good book.
No update is my fault. However, sometimes it is true that due to communication problems, the tone of speech will be heavier. I have a suggestion. That is, if you have any comments on my update, you can send me a private message directly instead of in the comment area. Basically everything I see will be answered. At least if it's like the problem of the past two days, I can at least explain it, avoid unnecessary quarrels and don't need to be angry, right
Finally, about the renewal promise... I always feel aggrieved if I can't do what I say. Everyone was happy when I did it. In fact, I just estimate the update time is very inaccurate, not breaking the promise. If I can do it, I would love to finish it on time. Readers who really care about this, please ignore my update notice and keep calm.
Chapter 93 Who Said That Daluo Mountain Was Unmanned
Jin Caitan asked, "Excuse me, this young master is the representative of Daluo Mountain."
"Yes, it's me." Su Xiao's injury had not healed yesterday, and his voice could not reach.
Jin Caishen's ear was very good, but he could hear clearly, his eyes dimmed, stared at Su Xiao for a moment, and suddenly shook his head.
"Young Master, you are alone, and your martial arts are far inferior to those of you present. Why do you have to die at such a young age?"
Su Xiao bit her cherry-colored lips, and seemed to remember the unwilling scene.
Yesterday, Luo Ming captured the emperor and the green king, and released Long Zaitian and Dugu. It seemed that they didn't take them to heart at all. Even now, they have not taken extra precautions against them. For Luo Ming, their existence is so insignificant, like ants, they can be crushed to death at any time. Long Zaitian and others may not be able to bear such humiliation, and the deep hatred for taking away the emperor is now holding a fire in his stomach and wants to explode.
However, Su Xiao was purely disappointed in himself.
Even if there was no explanation from others, Su Xiao could see that Luo Ming used himself to break through a certain level, and it was very successful. However, Su Xiao never even suspected or resisted, so he became Luo Ming's help.
This made Su Xiao's disappointment and thirst for growth reach unprecedented heights.
Su Xiao said in a rare calm voice.