Chapter 1151: First round rules

Tens of thousands of disciples quickly calmed down, temporarily suppressed the pride in their hearts, their eyes were bright, and they were waiting!
"The Azure Cloud Sect disciple listen to the order!"
The deep and vigorous words swayed away, and a solemn and solemn atmosphere was immediately enveloped in the square!
"This year's Zongmen Huiwu breaks the convention. There is no distinction between internal and external gates. It is all mixed. This must be known to everyone. What I want to say now is the rules of the first round of Zongmen Huiwu!"
The elder Yinpao paused, and a sharp sharp flash flashed in his eyes!
Many people were energetic after hearing this, and they took a deep breath and listened attentively.
"The rules of this first round... Haha, there is no need to draw lots, no restrictions, choose opponents arbitrarily, catch the pair and fight, the winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated!"
As soon as the words fell, the square suddenly became silent!
Everyone's excitement and smiles all froze on their faces, the atmosphere turned sharply, and instantly became a dead silence!
"W...what? What is the elder talking about?"
"There are no restrictions, choose your opponents arbitrarily, the winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated?"
"This...isn't this a nonsense?"
"It doesn't matter whether we distinguish between internal and external doors. There is even this kind of rule now. This is simply... playing the piano!"
"Unreasonable! How could Zongmen Huiwu have such a serious matter, how could such a lame rules?"
"Could it be that the elder made a mistake?"
Everyone couldn't help their doubts, frowning and staring at each other.
In the end, everyone turned their gazes to the silver-robed elder on the viewing stand, but they saw calm expressions and unsuspecting gazes.
Everyone moved their eyes and looked at Sect Master Chu Tianhua. The other party also had a leisurely smile on his face, as if he admired this martial arts meeting very much, and had no opinion on this rule!
Everyone couldn't help but sink in their hearts and understood the reality. This rule had obviously passed the approval of the suzerain, and even if they were meaningful, it would be useless.
"This... is this too trivial?"
"Doesn't you need to select one after another?"
"Does this mean that half of the disciples will be eliminated in an instant, and the peaks will still face serious internal fighting?"
"This is too exaggerated. I have never heard of any sect's Huiwu that does this!"
"Making a fool! It's a bullying!"
Everyone withdrew their gazes, their faces stiff and frowned.
For this rule, almost no Yifeng disciples are satisfied.
Because of this, the first thing they have to face is not the pressure of other peaks, but the internal fighting of the disciples of this peak!
Regardless of which peak, this is not a good thing, it will greatly affect their overall combat power, and even lose more than half of them at the beginning.
In the spectator stand, the silver-robed elder first shook his head and sighed, but then nodded and laughed, causing everyone to be depressed.
"Didn’t you hear clearly? Well, let me say it again! The first round of this martial arts meeting, there are no restrictions. Whether you are an inner disciple or an outer disciple, you can choose an opponent to challenge at will, and the opponent must not refuse ! If there is a rejection, it is directly judged as eliminated!"
"Sure enough!"
"Who the did this rule come up with?"
"I think the person who made the rules must have a broken head, right? Isn't this a mess? Can you really see everyone's cultivation skills?"
"Huh! How can such a big event like Zongmen Huiwu be so messy?"
Everyone gritted their teeth and scolded, no longer the previous excitement and excitement, and some were just extremely depressed.
Of course, there are some people who look calm and don't care at all.
Most of these people are inner geniuses, especially the top geniuses in the inner sect. They don't care who their opponents are.
Because no matter who they are playing against, they have enough confidence to win and advance, and their ultimate goal is the ultimate victory of Huiwu.
"Excuse me, elder! Shouldn't we be on the ring and draw lots to compete?"
Someone couldn't help the anger in their hearts and questioned them through their necks.
Elder Yinpao smiled coldly: "Come on the ring? Huh! What qualifications do you have to be on the ring?"
"You..." The disciple's face became stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. He wanted to refute but he was a little hesitant.
"Listen, everyone, only the winner after the first round is eligible to enter the arena for the subsequent martial arts competition. If you can't even pass the first round, don't talk about being on the ring, because You are not qualified at all!"
Elder Yinpao had a gloomy face and coldly scanned the tens of thousands of disciples, causing the atmosphere in the square to drop to freezing point in an instant.
This time, no one raised any doubts, because Elder Yinpao had already made it clear enough.
No matter how ridiculous and trivial this rule may seem, no matter how angry and puzzled the disciples are, it may even destroy everyone's longing and excitement, but it has become a fait accompli and it cannot be changed!
"Okay! Even if you have opinions, put them away for the old man!" The silver-robed elder's expression was solemn, and there was a majestic color between his brows!
"Now I announce: the first round of martial arts starts, everyone immediately chooses their opponents, and the winner will be decided on the spot!"
boom!
After a moment of silence, the entire square suddenly exploded!
The rules have been set and cannot be changed. Everyone will no longer hesitate. All they can do is find the weakest opponent possible to challenge in order to ensure that they can advance.
However, almost every disciple had this idea, and in a blink of an eye someone grabbed it.
"Unreasonable!"
"Go away!"
"Dare to me, see if I won't teach you?"
Rumble!
In a blink of an eye, dozens of chaotic battles formed on the square, some people shot out in rage, and in a blink of an eye they blasted their opponents into flight.
"The winner is out!"
"The loser leaves!"
The elders of the Zongmen and the deacon disciples quickly announced the end of the match, and the spirits were flying in the square, firmly locking the opponents of each match, so that they had no chance to fish in troubled waters.
"This... is this over?"
"I haven't...choose a good opponent!"
"Could it be that way?"
Several disciples who fought hard because of their rivals, saw the aura that fell quickly in mid-air on their bodies, and couldn't help but froze in place!
"Didn't you guys hear what the old man said, what are you doing in a daze?"
Elder Yinpao's words came from a distance, directly awakening them.
In a blink of an eye, a deacon disciple flew over and appeared directly in front of them.
"You advance, you are eliminated! The winner goes out, the loser leaves, hurry up!"
The deacon disciple couldn't help but signaled the winner to go to another area, where there was a large area of ​​open space, which was the winner area of ​​the first round of martial arts.
"Damn it!"
"Unreasonable!"
"I'm not reconciled, not reconciled!"
The few disciples who had just recovered and found that they had been eliminated were remorseful and angry, but no matter how unwilling they were, they would have no chance.
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