Chapter 1168: momentum!

The two power-level players who withdrew from the preliminary round and did not enter the semi-final also regretted this. If they had known this before, if they had also consulted Kun Peng, perhaps they would not be so easy to admit defeat, and they would be able to enter the semi-final.
Of course, these were all the conclusions they reached after analyzing the course of the battle at the time, and the real battle may not necessarily be the case.
The opponent is not dead, and his thoughts and responses are also flexible and changeable.
Naturally, Kunpeng and others would not say anything, just a few words of comfort, and everyone quickly started to take off, and under the leadership of Wu Hua, they came to the Raksha Gate on time and stood there.
The current Rakshasa gate, especially Wu Hua, is more confident and proud than ever because of the six players who have entered the semi-finals, which seems to be the number of people who have entered the semi-finals this year.
Everyone stopped there, and instantly gave people an awe-inspiring temperament.
Maybe they didn't express themselves specifically, but everyone was more confident in their hearts, and naturally they formed an overall temperament. Other sects have also noticed this special aura. Although they scolded them in their hearts, they really couldn't say anything about them.
"Everyone has arrived quite early." Yipang appeared, "Now, let the martial arts players of each school enter in order, or start from the main stand, and the rest of the schools will enter in the order in which they were drawn. field."
All Wu-rank disciples entered the arena, about a thousand people.
Martial rank disciples, most of the martial arts can still choose enough disciples, only the very weak ones. There are not many martial rank disciples, and there are fewer strong ones, so they feel that there is no need to participate in the battle.
In fact, it was to protect their disciples.
In the arena, other players are too strong, and their own disciples are too weak. In the case of absolute crushing, it is very likely that they will be seriously injured within one move, or even their bodies will be killed directly. Therefore, some schools do not send or rarely send players.
As a result, the total number of martial-level players is less than that of force-level players, which is now less than one-third. In the future, there will be fewer first-tier and god-tier players than first-tier players.
The combat power and strength of these players is a realm higher than the strength level, not a small level. Therefore, after nearly a thousand martial arts players stop in the field, the entire arena immediately rises with a wave of coercive momentum.
There are so many people and power, so this is the scene.
The various sects around watching the battle could not help but feel this pressure at this time. It's just that they are standing in the field and have not yet started the battle. If they take action together to deal with someone or a certain camp, the kind of aura they will release, I'm afraid it will not be much weaker than a strong strong.
Kun Peng looked at Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong. If they faced the enemy with their current appetite, they would encounter such a multi-person array of low-level spirit bodies, it would be difficult to face off.
"Brother, what do you think we are doing?" Huang Rong asked.
Wu Hua also looked over: "With such a strong momentum in the arena, you can also talk and laugh without feeling pressure?" He was not expressing dissatisfaction, but he just felt a little strange.
Of course, there are thoughts to persuade them not to speak, but he still dare not speak too directly to them.
Huang Rong hurriedly stretched out her tongue, made an apologetic expression, and took the initiative to silence.
Wu Hua also smiled and said no more.
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