Vol 3 Chapter 3363: Match field

"so many people!"
As soon as Lin Hai and Chu Liner entered the Black Mist Canyon, they found people everywhere.
"Two, is it a hunter or a match?"
A man in the same black suit and mask came to Lin Hai and Chu Liner and asked.
"What do you mean?"
Lin Hai asked.
The other was surprised, wondering.
"Are you new here?"
"Yes, for the first time!"
Lin Hai nodded.
"Then I suggest you hunt animals."
"The beast is a team of several people who go to the deep caves in the Black Mist Canyon and hunt the monsters."
"The monster beast of the monster, you can go to the city for various treasures."
"Moreover, the hunter is a team of several people, the danger is greatly reduced, and it is the best choice for newcomers."
"How about, two, join us."
Lin Hai smiled and said.
"Can the beast get the core disciple token?"
The other person froze and then laughed.
"You're so funny, even your first disciple remembered the core disciple token?"
"Just say you can!"
Lin Hai said lightly.
"Of course not. Only the top ten on the battlefield can get the core disciple token."
"However, I advise you to stop thinking about it, it's simply not realistic for you."
"Where is the battlefield?"
Lin Hai interrupted him and asked.
"Go forward, the biggest platform is 喽!"
The other shrugged and played with taste.
"Thank you!"
Lin Hai pulled Chu Liner and left instantly.
"Well, are the newcomers so good?"
Looking at the back of Lin Hai and Chu Liner leaving, the man shook his head and looked disdainful.
Lin Hai and Chu Liner soon came under the ring.
The crowd around the platform was crowded with crowds of people watching the crowd, exclaiming and applauding.
Lin Hai looked up, but saw dozens of people fighting the melee on the platform, extremely fierce.
Gorgeous Taoism shrouds the entire ring, and the raging air waves are like rolling waves with a terrifying sound.
After a while, all the people on the platform fell down, and only one person stood with his hands on his back, standing on top of the platform like a mountain.
"Wow, it's too strong, this cold knife is too strong!"
"It's the seventh victory for Han Dao. It's awesome!"
"In three more victories, Han Dao will be able to get core disciple tokens."
"Envy, envy, hate!"
Lin Hai narrowed her eyes as she heard the shouts of the surrounding crowd.
It turned out that after winning ten games in the melee, you can get the core disciple token.
"Next, start, please participate in the contest!"
Huh! Suddenly, all the figures rose into the sky and jumped onto the ring.
"Well, a hundred of you will compete in this match."
"The requirements remain the same, the means can be exhausted, but the lives cannot be hurt."
"let's start!"
Bang Bang Bang Bang! As soon as the host's voice had fallen, the Dafa roared immediately on the ring, and a hundred people started a scuffle.
Lin Hai's pupils narrowed, watching the scene on the ring.
It was found that a large part of the ninety-nine people who came up had attacked the winner of the previous game.
Han Dao suddenly fell into a passive state and was embarrassed.
It seems that the seven-game winning streak has become the biggest threat to everyone on the field.
Therefore, as soon as they came up, they worked together and killed the cold sword first.
"Han Dao, you must stand up!"
"You are the core disciple in three more games. Don't fail!"
"This group of people is too despicable. What a good scuffle, how can they attack someone!"
"It's not mean, it's tactics!"
"It's your turn to play, don't you do that?"
"I ..." Bang Bang Bang! At this point, thirty or forty people had fallen on the ring. Every time one fell, they would be covered by a light to prevent accidental injury.
However, it also means that in this match, out.
"It's a good way to protect the platform!"
Lin Hai nodded secretly, no killing was allowed in the fight, and he was protected after he was out, thus avoiding casualties.
"It's over, Han Dao is down!"
"Well, what a pity!"
At this time, an exclamation, with deep regret, sounded in the crowd.
Lin Hai looked up, but saw that Han Dao had fallen to the ground, covered with a layer of light, and declared the defeat of Bidou.
"Normal, how easy is it to get the core disciple token?"
"If I remember correctly, the last one to get the core disciple token, was it more than a hundred years ago?"
"Well, but Han Dao has won seven games, which is a pity."
At this time, the fight on the ring was over, and only a burly man stood alone.
"What is your name?"
The host's voice sounded majesticly.
"Back to Elder, my name is Black Bear!"
"Black bear?
Very good, ready for the second match! "
The host did not make nonsense, and immediately announced the start of the second match.
Huh! Another group of people jumped onto the ring, and immediately launched a fight.
After a while, the new winner stood on the stage alone, called a seven-inch snake! "Seven-inch snake, accept your second match!"
… Brawl after battle, fiercely fierce, constantly changing the name of the winner.
Lin Hai finally knew why the crowd was so sorry for Han Dao.
It's really hard to win ten games in a row.
Almost every victor will be attacked in a group once he has reached more than three games in a row.
So many games have passed, not even one who can persist in the fourth game.
Han Dao was only able to fail in the eighth game, and was definitely a master in the master.
When another disciple who was defeated in the fourth game fell unwillingly, the host suddenly hummed.
"Are you all waste?"
"This time, the palace master sent two core disciple tokens, which is a great opportunity for you."
"But now I see that I am worried that a token will not be issued."
"What, there are two tokens this time?"
Everyone in the audience immediately became a sensation.
The eyes were scorching hot and excited, and the eyes were frantic.
"Two tokens, what do you mean?"
Lin Hai asked in wondering to a person around him.
"You are stupid, the core disciple token, only one will be sent in ten years. Once it is obtained, the fight will be terminated immediately. Even if you are stronger, you have to wait another ten years.
"But this time, sending two tokens is equivalent to saving ten years!"
The man beside Lin Hai said excitedly.
"Well, is it useful?"
"No one has received the token for more than a hundred years, and no more than ten tokens are useless."
"The key is to look at strength!"
"Without strength, after one month, Bidou automatically terminated, and the token was still withdrawn."
The other person laughed bitterly, mockingly.
"Uh ... yes!"
The crowd suddenly shivered.
Yeah, no matter how many tokens there are, what's the point of having no strength?
It's not the same as Jinghua Shuiyue, you can't get it.
"Go on fighting!"
Huh! The host's voice landed, and another wave of people jumped onto the ring.
"Well, look, there are no masks!"
"Well, who is this, are you so confident in your strength!"
You know, the core disciple's token that competes against each other is very easy to offend people.
It's like Han Dao, who has already won seven games, but was eventually defeated, and his former achievements have been abandoned.
Han Dao's heart is absolutely impossible without resentment.
But the besiegers all wore masks, and even if Han Dao had a grudge in his heart, he could only bury it in his stomach.
There is no target for revenge.
However, if you don't wear a mask, you are equivalent to exposing your identity to the crowd.
Once someone seeks revenge, it's a good idea.
Therefore, in the fighting field, almost no one will show people in true face, in order to prevent retaliation.
Unexpectedly, today, someone came to the stage without a mask.
This is not stupid, but is fearless, and has super confidence in his strength! "Ah, it's him, I know who he is!"
Suddenly an exclaimer recognized the man without a mask.