The solution is simple, that is, lottery.
"Seven people can only compete in three games, and one person can advance directly. Now it is decided by lottery. The winner of the three battles will enter the final, and the loser can leave the fairy mound."
After the illusory old man finished speaking, seven wooden sticks appeared out of thin air in his hand. The wooden sticks were not long, only the palm was big, and one of them was obviously shorter.
"It's kind of interesting, I actually used this traditional method to decide the lucky ones."
Yang Fan smiled and wanted to see who the lucky guy would get. As for using the aura of Qi Luck, Yang Fan was not so boring yet. Isn't it just a battle? It's a big deal to suppress your strength. If you can, you can also kill your opponents, get the right method, and make some extra money.
"come on."
The old man said.
The twin sisters took the lead in picking up two. They had bad luck and both were long.
Next came the middle-aged man, who first gave a vicious look at the thin monk, and then immediately one.
It was still long, but he noticed that there was still a number engraved on it.
four!
With a suspicious look, the middle-aged man looked at the old man.
"Each stick has a number, one to seven. One to two, three to four, and so on, to select the opponent."
The twin sisters looked at each other and hurriedly checked their long sticks.
The red elder sister's long stick is engraved with one, and the younger sister's long stick is engraved with five.
Ok! ! !
The two sisters breathed a sigh of relief, so that they would not have to fight each other.
The fourth is the thin monk. For middle-aged monks, although the realm of middle-aged monks is better than him, he is not afraid.
The long stick was pulled out, but it was still long and there was a "three" engraved on the front.
This......
The corner of the bracelet monk's mouth twitched fiercely. The main reason why he wasn't afraid was because he didn't think he was so unlucky that he would fight the middle-aged monk. As a result, before he finished laughing, tragedy happened.
"Haha..."
The middle-aged monk laughed, looking at the thin monk with ferocity and cruelty in his eyes.
"I hope you don't beg for mercy so early when you are in the ring, I will treat you well."
Next came the man in black clothes. The man was stern, and Yang Fan never saw him say a word from beginning to end.
Huh!
The long stick was pulled out, but it was still long.
"two!"
The man in black attire glanced at the twin sister, then walked to the side and sat cross-legged.
Finally it was the strong monk's turn. Facing the only two remaining, the strong monk fell into hesitation. Now he had two choices before him. Either become the opponent of the yellow suit sister, or become the lucky one to advance directly.
Thinking of this, Monk Zhuang finally chose the one on the left.
Whoosh!
The long stick was quickly pulled out, but it was long.
"Ah!"
Yang Fan smiled and shook his head. He didn't expect that he didn't use the aura of Qi Luck. This lucky guy would eventually fall on his head. This can only be said to be the arrangement of fate, but also the luck of other people.
"Congratulations. Fortunately, I escaped a round."
It was the yellow sister who spoke. After something happened before, Yang Fan and the twin sisters could not meet each other.
"My name is Han Xue, this is my sister Han Li, how about you?"
Han Xue's voice is very good, coupled with a beautiful face, a man will look more often, and Yang Fan is no exception.
"You can call me... Yang Fan."
Yang Fan thought for a while and chose to use his real name.
"Yang Fan, it's really an ordinary name. There are not tens of millions of people in the entire Immortal Realm with such a name."
Yang Fan curled his lips, his father took this name, so Yang Fan has always been proud of this name.
"Why congratulate me?"
Yang Fan didn't think Han Xue would care about herself so kindly, even if she just met.
As everyone knows, in Xianyu, this kind of acquaintances can be seen everywhere, let alone Yang Fancai and the two sisters. After all, Yang Fan and the two are still competitors, maybe they will be opponents in the second round.
"Because with your strength on the fifth floor of the Earth Wonderland, you will lose instantly when you go up. You don't know, the third level will not suppress the realm battle, right?"
Yang Fan shrugged, saying that he really didn't know about it.
Soon, everyone came to the sides. At this time, the break time had just arrived, and there were two people standing on the ring.
Twin sister Han Li and black monk.
The black-clothed monk has reached the fourth level of the Heavenly Wonderland, while the red-clothed sister has only the third level of the Heavenly Wonderland. In terms of realm, Han Li is no match for the black-clothed monk.
"let's start."
As soon as the old man's voice fell, the formation in the ring was opened, and the level was high. Yang Fan estimated that with his full force, it would be impossible to break the formation.
This is the difference in realm. The strength of the old man is too different from Yang Fan. With a wave of his hand, the formation is much stronger than that of the preacher.
The black-clothed monk offered two long hooks. The hooks of the long hooks were very sharp. When they danced, the strength they brought was able to cut through the flesh of the weaker monks.
A huge folding fan appeared in Han Li's hand, and densely packed runes were arranged on the folding fan. This was a special magic weapon with rune attack methods. Yang Fan carefully checked and found that the grade was at least about the sixth middle rank.
Whoosh!
The black-clothed monk disappeared, his speed was very fast, and he came behind Han Li in the blink of an eye, with two long hooks in his hands hooking to Han Li's neck, without any mercy.
If Han Li doesn't resist, the neck is likely to be broken. Although there will be no life-threatening danger, the combat power will be greatly reduced.
Like mortals, immortals also have weaknesses, and are almost the same as mortals.
"Sister, be careful!!!"
Han Xue exclaimed.
Han Li's heart trembled, and she hurriedly blocked her back with the huge folding fan in her hand.
Noisy!
The unpleasant and harsh metal friction sounded, and the black-clothed monk's long hook made four shallow scratches on Han Li's folding fan, sparks splashed everywhere.
Bang!
The black-clothed monk was not slow, and with a folding fan on his right foot, he appeared above Han Li, and the double hooks turned into a cross-shaped hook towards Han Li's body.
"Humph!"
Han Li snorted, and runes appeared on the huge folding fan, emitting golden light, not only blocked the black-clothed monk's attack, but also knocked him into the air with the force of counter shock, the power increased by at least three levels.
Immediately afterwards, Han Li opened the folding fan, only with a small extent. Then he lifted the folding fan and slammed it hard, and the violent wind rushed out of the folding fan. The black monk did not notice for a while, and the whole person was blown away. No matter how big the ring is, this strong wind almost blows the black monk out of the ring.
Want to win is very simple, that is to send the opponent out of the ring, or the opponent voluntarily surrenders, during the period can use various methods, even if the opponent is killed.
