Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

Hua Yunfei is only ranked sixth in this handicap. 1 pays 2 for entering the quarterfinals, and 10 pays for winning the championship.

King Dingjun saw this scene, summoned an attendant and handed over a small bag: "Go and escort Hua Yunfei to me!"

"Second uncle, is this just the pressure?" Yan Qianzhu also took out a small bag, which was much thicker than King Dingjun's: "Help me, and I will also hold Hua Yunfei!"

The game officially started, the huge lottery tube started to rotate, and King Dingjun reached out and took out two balls, 3 and 21.

No. 21 is a mixed team, including monks from various sects in the Eastern Wasteland, as well as overseas casual cultivators. And No. 3, unfortunately, is from Fat Taoist's team.

Looking at the fat Taoist with a smile on his face, the black Zhuang who is grinding his fist and axe, and the monk with his hands clasped together, he is a man of three easy things.

Team No. 21 all raised their hands to pass and asked for a redraw.

"If this continues, aren't we going to advance to the final round?" The fat Taoist smiled, with strong confidence in his tone. Who dares to face my team?

Throwing the No. 3 ball back into the tube, King Dingjun took out another ball - 25.

The higher the number, the later it was established. Usually, it was composed of monks who were not favored by each other.

So when No. 21 saw that No. 25 was drawn, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He took the lead and stepped onto the huge ring prepared for team battles in the center: "Which unlucky team is this? Hurry up to the ring and die!"

The three people walked up proudly, making the four monks of Team 21 laugh heartily: "It turns out you are the three behind the crane!"

But when Yang Changan stepped onto the ring with a gun, no one could laugh out loud. Each one was like a duck being strangled by the throat, making hoarse coughing sounds from time to time.

The look he cast towards King Dingjun was filled with helplessness: You, a non-chieftain, are deliberately trying to embarrass our team!

The three people on the opposite side have already tacitly pushed to the back and gave up the ring to Yang Changan. Holding the gun in one hand, he hooked the other hand and motioned for the four people on the opposite side to come up.

"what to do?"

"There is nothing we can do. The princess is still watching from above. The worst that can happen is that she will lose. Come on!"

"Don't be so pessimistic. If we win, the remaining three are just chickens and dogs..."

The overseas monk who spoke last received a collective glare and wisely stopped talking. But at least a consensus was reached, and the four of them attacked Yang Changan with tragic hearts.

"You didn't abandon the game, I should have saved you some face!"

Yang Changan's spear suddenly surged with a divine aura, making him look like a real immortal descending to earth: "Unfortunately, I'm not in a very good mood right now, and I have to perform well!

The fat Taoist in the audience narrowed his eyes and looked solemn. Sure enough, Yang Changan was the enemy.

On the stage, gun shadows were flying, knocking all four people out of the ring and falling to the ground. He put on a proud posture and looked sideways at Yan Qianzhu. When he saw the latter looking at him, he felt even more proud.

"Contestants, please step down quickly, don't waste time!"

Hua Yunfei ordered, he was one of the examiners after all. Yang Changan glared at him bitterly and turned to leave.

"The next group..." King Dingjun muttered, and kept groping, first taking out a ball, numbered B.

"Hahaha, let's finish the draw first, most likely this is the team that will give up!" The fat Taoist and the sword cultivator looked at each other and laughed, they indeed have the arrogance.

Facing their team, Yang Changan would be in trouble if he didn't show his true strength.

King Dingjun's mouth curved, and he slowly pulled out his right hand, grabbing the number and it turned out to be No. 26.

"Ah ha, I didn't expect it to be me. How miserable!" Hua Yunfei joked, raising his steps and landing on the ring: "Come up, fat man!"

The fat Taoist's face suddenly darkened: "I thought you were so sharp-tongued that I fed it to the dog!"

He has special skills. His body is fat, and there is a huge amount of true energy stored in it, so he is not weak at all when fighting... He has defeated ten people in a row in the ring, but his true energy is still very strong and extremely difficult to fight against.

All this has long fallen into the eyes of Hua Yunfei.

The black and strong man is extremely talented, and his strength and energy are far beyond ordinary people.

And it seems to be some kind of demon king's body, whose physical strength is second only to several holy bodies that Hua Yunfei has seen.

The sword cultivator is the most arrogant and thinks very highly of himself. He thinks that it is unscientific for him not to directly enter the top 100. But in the eyes of Hua Yunfei, it is not worth mentioning.

The monk is really an eminent monk, with the Buddha's light shining all over his body. I don't know why he is fighting for fame and fortune.

The four members of team No. 3 walked onto the ring, their momentum spread, and there were shouts of surprise.

It is indeed a favorite team to win the championship. Most of the monks present are impressed by their strength. Can Hua Yunfei, who has a great reputation and joined mid-stream, really be able to withstand the attack of such a team?

"A person who is just looking for fame actually took advantage of his privileges to directly enter the top 100. Why are you ranked 1.1?"

The sword cultivator was not polite to Hua Yunfei at all. He went straight to the point and made things difficult for Hua Yunfei. It seems that his failure to reach the top 100 has become a thorn in the side of his eager to win.

Hua Yunfei glanced at him sideways. He was such a well-known person, so he just wanted to stimulate his heart.

"Uh... Zhongzhou Wanjian Sect is unknown, right? He made a bold promise to be among the top ten Dragon Transformers, but he seems to be stuck at 33rd on the Dragon Transformation Ranking. He has been struggling for half a year, unable to make any progress, and can't even reach the top 20. , promoted to Sendai in despair."

He smiled with a slight disdain: "Sorry, I don't remember the information about the minor character very clearly."