I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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Smiled: "I know, Rong'er was joking with you just now. We didn't have time to learn a lot of things not long after we started, and I hope you can give me some advice in the future."

"It's easy to talk." Zu Long also smiled.

At this moment, the two power level players came back, looking relatively lonely. Probably they discovered that they were the first two Rakshamen to leave the field.

Wu Hua hurriedly comforted: "You can do this, it’s already very good. Now let’s watch other players’ games and learn more."

The two nodded, feeling at ease. At this time, there were only one hundred twenty thirty players left in the field.

The four disciples of the Shushan League also returned, but the Luoshamen only returned two, which made Wu Hua and others feel a little excited about them, and at the same time they felt more stressed.

After another while, several disciples in the field withdrew one after another, and there were about one hundred and ten left, and there were still no disciples from the Raksha Gate to come back.

At this time, those martial arts who still have players on the court feel more nervous than those who play games on the court.

At the last moment, more than ten will be eliminated. According to the rules, if you insist on not leaving the market, no one will let them leave. Therefore, the test at this time is often the will.

But there is another situation. If most players in the field feel that some players are weaker, they may challenge those players one after another, defeat him, and crush his will until they leave the field. Only if they leave the field, the remaining number can meet the required number of rematches, and they can rest as soon as possible to prepare for the rematch.

And the result is really as everyone guessed. In the battlefield, there were several people attacking one person in turn. It seemed that a martial art with superior numbers and strength was bullying a weak sect, and many people crushed those strengths. Insufficient and unable to defeat anyone who comes to challenge, they can only leave the field in anguish.

Before it gets dark, there will only be a hundred players left in the battlefield.

In the air, a poor appeared in time: "The number of power-level rematches is determined, please, everyone in the field, please register in the main stand. After that, everyone will go back to rest and prepare for the power-level rematches tomorrow."

"So fast? Only two days ago, the power-level players have decided on the rematch list." Huang Rong was a little excited, but it seemed that he was still unfinished.

Many other people felt the same way, and each was whispering.

Wu Hua's face showed sincere satisfaction: "It's too unexpected, there are six players in the ranks that have made it to the semi-finals."

His voice and shadow were not great, but it still caused the sect next door to look sideways, and even the disciples of the Shushan League gave him a cold look.

However, he didn't care anymore at this time.

strength!

What can you do if you are not satisfied with the strength of my Rakshasa gate? I am here only the strength of the power-level players, and they are the future of my Rakshamen, the future Rakshamen, will let you look up.

Indeed, he has the capital to think so.

His trump card still has three people, Kunpeng, he feels that these three people are very sure that they will win the top three of the spirit level. Especially after the battle between Kunpeng and Ge Hong of the gods, he felt even more that Kunpeng would hope to be in the top ten in participating in the match of gods.

The power players who registered their names and returned to the queue were cared by their respective schools and became the central figures of their schools for a while.

Wu Hua looked at the six people affectionately: "Anyone injured?"

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