Chapter 1330: The result of the draw that shocked the audience

The first thousand three hundred and thirty chapters shocked the audience's draw results
Being able to stand out from the second round of trials, the strength is extraordinary. After two rounds of competition, each round has to defeat three opponents in a row. This is not everyone can do.
I don't know how many monks, in the first two rounds, either defeated one opponent or defeated two opponents, failed to continue to the end, and left the challenge zone with hatred.
If the opponents encountered in the first round have different strengths and have a greater chance of winning, the second round is different. Every cultivation base that enters the second round is very strong. I want to be in such a duel. Breaking a road in the middle, successfully breaking into the third round, are all manifestations of strength.
After the second round is over, the third round of duel starts immediately.
The rules and the quota for Mochizuki Liufeng's selection have not changed. Starting from the third round, there is a lottery in groups. The winner is counted in the next round, and the loser loses this opportunity.
All monks who won and wanted to continue to participate in the battle began to draw lots.
Among them, there are also a few more sad monks. Although they have won the glory of three consecutive games, they have been severely traumatized and cannot continue to participate in the third round of competition. They can only give up regretfully.
What Guan Zuo didn't expect was that in addition to Yang Teng and Lao Shao who successfully advanced to the third round of selection, two other monks also successfully advanced to the third round.
Although they were not sure whether the two monks could continue to have good luck and kept breaking into the final list, Guan Zuo was still very satisfied.
Without any preparation, four of the ten people brought by Mochizuki Liufeng can enter the third round, and Guan Zuo is already very satisfied.
At the beginning of the draw, the monks had different expressions, and some were silently praying that they would be able to draw a weaker opponent and advance to the fourth round smoothly.
There are also some who don't care. This type of cultivator is very assured of their strength, no matter what opponent they encounter, they are confident to advance to the next round.
Their goal is a competitive battle. In the competitive battle, fighting the monks of the three states of the Silvermoon continent is their ultimate goal.
Among them, one monk is particularly conspicuous.
This person is very young, looking only in his early twenties, about the same age as Yang Teng.
The actual age is much older than the appearance, but it is definitely not dying.
This monk had an aloof face and never spoke to the monks around him. The whole person was like a piece of ice, no one wanted to approach him, so that there was no one within ten feet of his body.
The arrogant monk had extreme disdain and arrogance on his face, and he didn't even look at the monks around him, as if he was alone in this world, and no one was worthy to stand beside him.
Yang Teng also noticed this monk, and lost interest after only one glance.
Such a person, he has seen too many, how many talented generations, can be called a generation of peerless geniuses, often because of the smooth sailing in the growth process, leading to look down on anyone.
However, such a person may not be able to grow into a strong generation.
There will be some defects in personality, which makes this kind of people unable to bear the blow of failure. Once they encounter setbacks, it is difficult to grow up.
Yang Teng has also been hit many times, but he was able to resist the past. After being hit, he stood up quickly and faced everything firmly, only to have today's achievements.
Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Teng followed the others and walked to the place where the lottery was drawn.
Someone behind him whispered: "Don't be separated with that cold iron palm, I don't want to fight that guy!"
Another person said: "Don't worry, so many people draw lots, and the chance of drawing together with him is not great. It's unlucky enough to be separated with the ice palm."
"Aren't I worried? That guy is super strong and has a tough shot. Didn't you see that every monk who was fighting with him was frozen into a pile?"
"It's no big deal, if I really get involved with that guy, I just give up."
Hearing the discussion behind him, Yang Teng smiled slightly, this kind of mentality can never become a peerless powerhouse.
Yang Teng knew that the cold iron palm they were talking about was the monk with an aloof and stern look over there.
Yang Teng had seen cold ice and iron palms, and his strength was indeed very strong. When he slapped his opponent, his opponent would be frozen into an ice sculpture by the extremely cold atmosphere.
The six opponents in the Ice Palms battle without exception, all turned into ice sculptures.
Such brutal methods are indeed terrifying, and no one wants to fight such brutal opponents.
Once you lose, you will definitely die.
I have to say that the Frost Ice Palm used brutal methods to make the monks timid before fighting. I don't know how many monks prayed, don't get together with this Frost Iron Palm.
"And that Yang Teng, don't get together with him, this guy's shot is ruthless enough, seeing if he has defeated six opponents in two rounds, without leaving a living, losing to him is also a dead end! "
"Yeah, that Yang Teng is not a good stubborn, it's best to stagger him and the cold iron palm, I don't want to fight to die here."
Yang Teng was speechless. He didn't expect that he had also become a dangerous target. He was listed as the most unpopular opponent at the same time as Hanbing Iron Palm. He really didn't know if this was glory or humiliation.
"It's best if the two of them are drawn together. No matter who wins or loses, there will always be one evil star out."
"It would be better if both lose and lose! Don't expect both of them to die in battle, and both suffer heavy losses, so you don't have to worry about encountering both of them in the next battle."
Hearing such words, Yang Teng felt angry and turned around to look at the monks who were talking.
"You guys, it seems that I am very unpopular! You guys better hope not to meet me in any round, otherwise you will look good!"
Several monks who were talking were frightened to death. They just talked and didn't notice that Yang Teng was in front of them.
Looking at this smiling face, several monks opened their mouths and didn't know what to say.
Talking about others behind the scenes was all heard.
Several monks were extremely embarrassed, and Yang Teng snorted coldly: "Don't seek to make progress! Don't dare to face the strong, you will never be able to walk the path of the strong, you never want to be a peerless strong in this life!"
Turning his head back, Yang Teng stopped paying attention to these few unambitious guys.
A monk whispered: "I just want to live a stable life, what's so good about being a peerless powerhouse!"
Indeed, when they first embarked on the path of cultivation, everyone imagined that one day they would be able to rise above others and become a peerless powerhouse.
Over time, I found that my talent was not outstanding, and the path of cultivation was full of thorns. Every step I took was extremely difficult, and not everyone could go on smoothly.
Without extraordinary willpower, lagging will gradually appear.
Gradually, many people began to give up.
Although they are also running and fighting every day, they are no longer fighting hard to become a peerless powerhouse, just to live better, it's that simple.
Yang Teng is not qualified to change other people, and it is even more unlikely that he is so idle and cares about how other people live.
He only has strict demands on himself and keeps advancing on this road. No matter how rough the continent is, he has to go down firmly one step at a time.
Striding to the lottery location, it was Yang Teng's turn to draw soon. What he drew was a white number plate with the number 323 written on it.
Glancing at the numbers on the number plate, Yang Teng put away the number plate casually. He didn't pay attention to who the corresponding red number 323 was. Anyway, no matter who it was, his opponent would never give up for his own sake. , It must be played field by field to finally advance to the final list.
Yang Teng did not hide the number on the number plate, and was clearly seen by the monk next to it.
"No. 323! Yang Teng is No. 323, I don't know who the number 323 is with the red number plate!" someone shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, I heard someone on the other side yell: "Ice Palm, the red number plate 323!"
what's the situation!
Hearing this shout, the monks who were drawing lots were all dumbfounded.
It wouldn't be so coincidental.
No one wants to face the cold ice iron palm, this guy is too cruel, and no one wants to become an ice sculpture.
No one wants to fight against Yang Teng, this one is not a good person either. Didn't you see the monk who was fighting against him? Did he die miserably? He didn't have a life in his hands!
No one would have thought that the two evil stars that no one wanted to encounter would collide violently in the third round, and the two of them were drawn together.
I don't know how likely it is to get these two together, but it's just such a coincidence.
Knowing this result, the monks cheered in unison, and the place where the lottery was drawn gave a burst of cheers to celebrate Yang Teng and Han Bing Iron Palm drawing together.
Outside the court, Ning Zhongtian showed a smug look on his face.
Guan Zuo's face was pale, he had never expected such a result.
Could it be that someone deliberately acted and arranged for Yang Teng and Hanbing Iron Palm to encounter?
No wonder Guan Zuo had such thoughts. Guan Zuo wouldn't think so when Yang Teng drew any opponent. He would think so only if he drew a cold iron palm.
How strong is Ice Palm?
It is not too much to say that he is the strongest among all the monks who have advanced to the third round.
With the strength of the ice palm, he can also obtain amazing results in the competitive battle. He is fully capable of competing with the monks of the other two states for the highest glory.
Guan Zuo's mood suddenly sank to the bottom, it's over!
Yang Teng, whom he had high hopes for, is probably about to stop the third round.
As for whether Yang Teng would be frozen into an ice sculpture by the ice and iron palm after his failure, Guan Zuo didn't care. If he couldn't advance to the final list, that was a failure. Yang Teng's life and death were not very important.
The governor was stunned by this result.
Yang Teng and Hanbing Tiezhang are the two most valued by the lord of the state. He feels that these two can make a difference in the competitive battle and win glory for the Bank of China Moon State.
Unexpectedly, the two met in the third round of the Bank of China Moon State internal trial.
How good this is, and whoever has been lost, the lord of the state cannot accept.
Change the rules?
No, this is the rule he made personally. How can it be changed randomly? How can other people accept this? After all, there are still two thousand monks who are promoted to the big list. Unfair changes he makes will cause opposition from others.
The lord of the state frowned, and said to a guard leader behind him: "Go and check for me to see if someone moved their hands and feet, causing Yang Teng and Frost's iron palms to get together!"
The lord of the state always felt that this matter was weird, and the coincidence was so extreme that it was unbelievable.