"The second round is over. The winners are Zheng Kaixin, Zeng Keer, Lei Xiao, Rong Zhi, Su Xingzhou, You Yu, Wang Rong, Tao Yi, Xi Jun..."
Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and the fifty disciples had been decided. As usual, they had a day off before the third round of competition. The real names were announced this time. In addition to the outstanding disciples on weekdays, there are also some unexpected high-ranking students who are tepid, down-to-earth and diligent.
The rules of the Swiss round have been introduced earlier, but they are actually not complicated. After calculating, Xiao Jin determined the specific number of rounds, the first round was random, and then tried to match high scores with high scores, and low scores with low scores.
10 points for a win, 5 points for a tie, 0 points for a loser, and the top ten players with the highest total points will be selected. And because the names are announced, everyone has targeted preparations, get along with each other on weekdays, and have a more or less understanding of their respective characteristics.
Of course, the most lively people are not the parties, but the people who eat melons.
Guan Mengyi analyzed the fifty players one by one, determined the ratings, and estimated the result of the first round of the match, as well as the minimum score each person needed.
For example, in the S file, the strength is obviously stronger than that, and Zheng Kaixin is the only one. He played round by round, and as long as he maintained a seven-match victory, he would be able to get the points for promotion to the top ten.
Class A, the stronger ones, mainly Zeng Ke'er, You Yu, and Lei Xiao, will win all the opponents against the weak, compete against the strong ones, and keep a tie against Zheng Kaixin, so they can basically advance to the next level.
Class B, the mass players, win all against the weak, keep a tie against the strong, give up against Zheng Kaixin, save their strength, and hope to advance.
And so on, like throwing an effervescent tablet into a water glass, Gudu Gudu mobilized everyone's enthusiasm. Some people even sit on the banker at the opening and set the odds.
And at this point, the so-called top ten rewards have almost been guessed.
Just two words: Innate!
At present, there are only seventeen innate masters on the surface, Xia Guo has promoted three more people, a total of thirteen, Phoenix Mountain has three, plus the old man from Meishan.
The outside world does not know whether the government exists, but if you think about it with your toes, there must be.
In addition, there are folk forces, such as shamanism. Since the northwest parish was purged by Lao Gu, shamanism has always maintained the image of a good baby. However, in terms of their inheritance and secret techniques, it is not difficult to cultivate innate talents.
The Xianyuan calendar has entered the seventh year, and the situation has turned upside down. Now is the era of Immortal Cultivation 2.0. Any organization that wants to get a share of the pie must have the talent to sit in charge.
So the disciples had a plan in their minds, and what followed was a stronger desire to win. Fifty people were gearing up, and it was bound to present a very exciting mutual pecking, um, still a rookie.
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Mao, Siberia.
Siberia stretches from the Ural Mountains in the west to the Chukchi Peninsula in the east, borders the Arctic Ocean in the north, and extends to the Wakhingan Mountains in the south. It has an extremely vast territory, roughly divided into the western plain, the central plateau, and the eastern mountains.
The climate here is cold and the population is sparsely populated. After the mutation, it has become a world-renowned death penalty zone. Although it is gradually stable now, some special areas around the world have taken shape, just like the former Chocolate Hills in the Philippines, Salt Flats of Uyuni, Magic Well in Brazil, and Danxia Landform, which have become new coordinate wonders.
The West and Central are relatively normal, and the Northeast has completely fallen. The summer is warm outside, and the sky is full of snow here, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness as far as the eye can see.
And in this almost pure color world, a small black dot is moving fast on the snow. The figure is wearing a baggy black robe with a hood that completely conceals his face.
She galloped for a while, stopped at the edge of a flowing glacier, and looked up. The cold wind mixed with snow grains and icicles lifted the hood, revealing short chestnut hair and a Caucasian female face.
The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are slightly thicker, sexy and hard coexist, the most special thing is the eyes, the same as Kunta, one black pupil, one silver pupil.
"..."
She watched for a while, and the silver pupils suddenly flickered, as if coated with a layer of silver-plated luster, followed by a ray of light and flew out, turning into a vague human-shaped phantom.
It flew high into the sky, circled for a few breaths, and returned to the eyes again.
"After chasing me all the way, you were thrown off by me, idiot!"
The woman was very disdainful, put on the hood and walked back, heading straight for Zhongnan.
Her footsteps are very fast, the soles of her shoes are attached to the snow, with a thin layer of frost skin attached, and she can travel a hundred meters away with a slip. Not long after, she reached the border of the snowfield, and took another step forward, bringing down a few withered snowflakes.
There is no difference between day and night inside, and there is no sunlight, but it is dusk outside, and the blood-red sunset is about to fall, dragging a long sorrow on the vast wilderness.
After the woman walked for a while, a deserted town suddenly appeared in front of her, and another road that had been broken down for a long time passed through it. There was still a long way to go back to the stronghold, so she entered the town to take a rest.
"Look at these desolate, unrepentant people, the punishment of the gods is coming soon, we will return to our hometown, and you will not live forever..."
The woman muttered to herself, found a relatively clean room, and was about to get some food, when suddenly there was a jolt, like a cat with fried fur, its black and silver pupils flickered at the same time.
Murderous aura surged all over his body, and a look of shock and fear appeared on his face. The next second, she climbed onto the roof and looked around, but she couldn't see anyone.
The sinking sunset seemed to carry the coldness of the night, penetrated into his tailbone, and rose all the way up. She felt that her back was getting colder and colder, and she pulled out an afterimage, turned around and fled, regardless of any supplies.
"Wow!"
She plunged into a small hardwood forest to the west, stirring the branches and leaves rustling.
That breath followed unhurriedly, passing through every leaf, following the veins of grass stems, the texture of tree trunks, permeating slightly, making my feelings more and more clear.
Vast, chilling, sharp, ruthless!
She wasn't even sure if the other party was a human being, or an ancient beast elf who had inadvertently offended this wasteland and was playing tricks on herself.
She could only use her utmost strength to run away crazily.
At first, the woman also tried to pass through the building, but she soon found that it had no effect. It seems to be the most ordinary air, you can't see it, you can't touch it, but it is always around you.
From the wilderness to the forest, and then to the meadow... After coming out of the small town, for two full days, the woman fled further and became more afraid.
The tremendous pressure forced her to have no time to think, and even vaguely, there was a strange consciousness implying that she was going to a safe place. She unknowingly approached the stronghold of the teaching center, and the breath lingered behind her, showing no sign of slowing down.
"Huchi... Huchi..."
By the evening of the third day, the setting sun was still there.
The woman had reached her limit, rolling and crawling through a large larch forest, in a trance, suddenly there was a figure in the line of sight, the same black robe.
"Lilia!"
The man spotted the woman and ran over and said, "What's the matter with you, you're so late?"
"me… "
The two of them closed their mouths at the same time, and turned their gazes to a low hill not far away.
The afterglow of the pine forest, the glow of the sun like blood, dragged out a thin long shadow, illusory and illusory, seemingly real and fake.
The visitor walked very slowly, but every step was like stepping on the rhythm of the fine pine wind, which perfectly blended with the atmosphere here, broad and deep, and full of natural tranquility.
"Oh? It's here."