I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand six hundred and twenty chapters pass!

The audience was quiet, the host paused, and continued: "As usual, this year's competition, we will take the top 100 players and enter the Spirit Race talent base for training. I will be the one hundred of you. Head, therefore, your performance and results in the competition will be decided by me in the end. I hope you don’t let me down!"

Kunpeng suddenly wondered: "Is there a black box operation in the game?"

He Yunlong whispered: "Don't talk."

And their conversation was originally very quiet, and the people around them didn't understand it clearly, but they heard the voice of someone talking and turned their heads to check. The two also pretended to see who was speaking and looked at other people.

Since no one said anything in the follow-up, everyone did not say a word. They continued to look to the high platform and listen to the host.

"The rules of the competition, all the contestants will go to the stage at once, look for the weaker, and blast him off the ring. Of course, if you are strong enough, you have to show your strength in time so that others can have a more accurate judgment so as not to be mistaken. I think the strength is underground, and it has been bombarded by many people." The host said here, after a pause, before continuing, "Now, all registered players enter the ring in the center of the square one by one."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a rustling voice in the audience, but still no one spoke.

He Yunlong also took out six pieces of jade from his body and handed them to the six Kunpeng people, but did not speak.

Kunpeng was a little puzzled. He didn't tell them about the game process before, and now he doesn't tell them, only the jade, not even what the jade is for.

Thinking about it, there was some anger in my heart, but I still suppressed it, and asked in a low voice: "What is this?"

"The pass to enter the ring. Use the jade you bought as a guide. You can take up to six players in. Also, after falling off the ring, you can only come out with this jade. Note, after falling off the ring, don’t do it. Thinking about flying into the ring, you will be killed on the spot."

Kunpeng nodded, and led Rong'er and the others, slowly squeezing through the crowd, towards the middle of the square.

There are a million monks in the main square, and the actual number of contestants is less than one ten, less than one hundred thousand. But even so, the central arena has to accommodate nearly 100,000 players, and it still feels incredible to think about it.

After all, it seems that the central arena is not too big, and the entire platform is estimated to only accommodate about 10,000 people. Now that nearly 100,000 players have entered, how can it be accommodated?

Of course, this is not an issue that Kun Peng needs to consider. He just took the five Rong'er and squeezed into the ring.

Since the Spirit Race did not allow all their players to enter in batches, they should have other ways to deal with it.

When they squeezed to the edge of the ring, many players also squeezed in.

There are no spiritual monks in the sky to maintain order, but the players on the square are also very conscious, no one jumps in the line randomly, and no one makes a loud noise.

This made Kunpeng look at the monster cultivator with admiration.

I don't know why they are so conscious.

Perhaps their predecessors warned them, or perhaps it was the previous Demon Realm Big Competition. Some people jumped in the line or made noise, and were ruthlessly killed by the spiritual monks, leaving a deep impression on them, so they didn't dare to make a mistake.

In any case, so many people can consciously abide by public morals and consciously maintain order, the management ability of the spirit race is still worthy of recognition.

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