Chapter 1281: Bad luck

The competition on the stage is still going on.
However, there are not many games left.
Hundreds of universities have a total of five thousand disciples.
It is now 4922, and there are only dozens of games left.
An hour later, as the three referees announced that ‘No. 4999’ and ‘No. 5000’ came to power, the final competition began.
It's a pity that the last two people were just two Xuegong disciples who ranked below 80.
The battle between the two people didn't have much excitement, and it ended when one party lost.
So far, five thousand Tianjiao, 2500 competitions, this is the end.
However, the first round is not over.
In the first round of elimination, 3000 advances and 2000 eliminated.
Naturally, the first round is not over yet.
Next, the five thousand Tianjiao will have to draw lots again and fight again.
The rules are the same as before.
After this game, count the wins and losses of the previous game, if both games are winners, go directly to the second round.
It is one win and one loss, which is to be determined.
If both games are negative, they will be eliminated directly.
If there are more than 3,000 people in the end, the competition will continue among those with one win and one loss.
In other words, the now defeated Tianjiao still has another chance.
And now that Tianjiao, who has already won, will win the second round directly.
The outcome, whether it was missed in the second round, depends on your own ability.
After a lot of draws, everyone's lottery numbers were disrupted again.
"No. 355." Xiao Yi glanced at the number of tickets in his hand.
"Number 80." Qing Lin also said.
On the competition stage, with the loud shouts of the three referees, No. 1 and No. 2, two Tianjiao came on the court, and the competition started again.
However, the enthusiasm and voice of the disciples of the various courts around the spectator stand was obviously slower than the previous one.
After all, everyone has already played and competed.
For their opponents and disciples, there is also a rough comparison.
Except for those peerless Tianjiao who had long been famous, the disciples of the other schools had already shown their strength in the last competition.
Compared with the enthusiasm of watching the competition, more disciples would rather spend their time on how to deal with their opponents.
An hour later.
"No. 79, Tianzang Academy, Lin Shaoshao, come to power."
"No. 80, Heiyun learns and teaches, Qinglin, come to power."
The three referees shouted loudly.
Whizzing…
Two figures jumped onto the competition platform.
However, it was this disciple of Tianzang Academy who took the lead on stage.
On the contrary, Qing Lin was a step slower.
Because, when he heard ‘No. 79’, he knew he was going to be on stage, he was No. 80.
And when he heard the four words'Tian Zang Xue Gong', he suddenly became excited.
A pair of cold eyes glanced at the seat of the Twelve Peaks of the Tianzang Academy.
When he saw that his opponent was walking out of the seat of the ‘Tianpifeng’, he grinned in a joke and jumped onto the competition stage instantly.
So it was a step slower than Lin Shaoshao.
"Tiandie Peak disciple." Qing Lin said in a yin test.
In front of him, there was a quiet woman with a delicate face, and she shuddered suddenly as she listened to Qing Lin's dark smile.
"Are you two confused?" the three referees asked.
"No." Qing Lin blurted out, "It was at the beginning."
"No." Lin Shaoshao shook his head.
"Okay, competition, start." The three referees said, dashing away.
"Lin Shaoshao, a disciple of Tiandifeng from the Tianzang Academy..." Lin Shaoshao politely arched his hands.
"God, you big-headed ghost." Qing Lin yelled violently and shot instantly.
Whoosh...
"So fast." Lin Shaoshao's pupils shrank, unable to keep up with Qing Lin's speed.
Bang...
There was a loud noise.
Lin Shaoshao only had time to feel a pain in her lower abdomen, and a painful look on her face, she was already knocked off the competition stage.
Spike!
"Humph." Qing Lin snorted coldly and looked at the three referees.
The three referees nodded, "Heiyun learns and teaches, Qinglin wins this battle."
Qing Lin glanced at the seat of Tiandifeng, raised his head and stepped down proudly.
On the seat of Tiandifeng Peak, the faces of all the disciples were cold.
The disgust in the eyes of the woman in red was even more intense for an instant.
Qing Lin returned to the seat of Heiyun Learning and sat down.
Xiao Yi glanced at him and chuckled lightly, "You have saved your hand."
Qing Lin nodded, "Look at that little girl doesn't look like a bastard, so let's just leave the stage."
With Qinglin's strength, if he really went crazy, those ordinary disciples, even the elite disciples of the Twelve Peaks of Heaven, apart from the chief, would never want to please him.
If you really want to care about it, then Lin Shaoshao would have to suffer a lot.
However, although Qinglin has a perverse personality, he is also very clear.
"It's a pity that I didn't meet that little lady."
Qing Lin said like this, once again glanced at the woman in red on the Tiandifeng seat.
After regaining his gaze, Qing Lin curled his lips, "According to me, this first round is also troublesome."
"Compare in one game, and if you have strength, you have strength. Why bother to compare."
Xiao Yi shook his head, "The rule of two wins in three rounds is nothing more than fair."
Yes, two wins in three games.
In the first round, it seemed that each player only had two games.
But in reality, the winner of two games will advance directly; the winner of one win and one loser is to be determined; the winner of two games will be eliminated directly.
This is basically the rule of two wins in three games.
On the competition stage, the competition started again.
As always, the enthusiasm of the disciples in the courts was greatly reduced.
When only some disciples with high reputation came on the field, Fang cheered again, and once again attracted eyes.
Such as the five chiefs, Tang Qianliu, Fang Shushu and others.
Xiao Yi also closed his eyes and slumbered as usual.
Whether it was the first game or now the second game, he didn't have much interest.
"Huh?" Xiao Yi suddenly heard something and opened his eyes.
"What is Qin Yi's lottery?" Xiao Yi asked, looking at Qinglin.
Qing Lin heard the words, understood Xiao Yi's meaning, nodded, and said, "After a while, you can rest assured."
Although the poison in Qin Yi's body has been resolved, the injuries are still there.
If his number of draws is high, then he must recover from his injury as soon as possible to be able to fight.
If the number of draws is low, then there is no need to rush.
With Xiao Yi's ability, after he removed the poison, he had already stabilized his injury by the way.
He only needs to meditate slowly, warm up his internal organs with his vitality, and slowly recover his strength.
Xiao Yi turned his head, glanced at Qin Yi not far behind him, and nodded.
Later, Xiao Yi closed his eyes again and slumbered.
After a few hours.
"No. 355, Heiyun learns and teaches, Xiao Yi, come on stage."
"It's me." Xiao Yi opened his eyes and jumped onto the competition stage.
"No. 356, Tianzang Academy, Mo You, come to power."
"Huh?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
Whoosh... A figure jumped out from the seat of Tiandifeng, it was the woman in red, Mo You.
"Huh, Xiao Yi, it seems that you are not very lucky." Mo You sneered after falling steadily on the stage.
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Fourth more. (Make up)