Super Treasure Hunter

"I know that many people will question the prince's reference, so this competition will inevitably be unfair."

"But I want to tell you that the Heavenly Pagoda Kingdom advocates force. If the prince can only talk about the art of war on paper, what's the point?"

"Don't worry about retaliation after defeating the prince. If you want to inherit the position, you must pay a price. I hereby promise that the prince will die well even if he died on the martial arts field."

Li Zhan deserves to be the leader of a country, and his words dispelled the doubts from the audience.

But playing in this way has an impact on fairness in any case, unless it is like one of the top ten shows, which itself has an extremely tough backstage.

Otherwise, based on a promise, who would dare to attack the prince who might be the future emperor, it is not a lantern in the toilet and death.

"I announce that the Tianta Kingdom Hundred Sects Competition has officially begun every three years!"

The Hundred Sects Competition uses a ranked elimination system, and all participants receive a number plate in their hands.

The referee is on the martial-arts viewing platform, drawing number plates group by group, fighting in pairs.

The winner can enter the next round of the battle.

There are a total of seven games, and those who win five games can successfully qualify and participate in the top 100 battles.

The number plate in the middle of the week is Ba Bai Wu Shi Qi, and the number plate in the middle of the week is Jiu because of the previous ranking.

Luo Qiansha triumphantly swayed towards the middle of the week with the number plate in his hand, making a provocative look.

The opponent's number plate corresponding to Ba Bai Wu Shi Qi is Yi Bai Shi, Qian Mo!

If there is no black box operation, you will not believe it in the middle of the week, and the first game of thousands of people will be able to encounter the money and ink of the dark sect.

Qian Mo looked at Mid-week triumphantly. Even if it was the first 100 in the last session, he couldn't ask someone to change the number plate, but who made Mid-week never participated in this hundred contests.

All records are blank, and it is not easy to do some tricks on this.

Zhou Zhong had no intention to target the Dark Underworld Sect, since this kid is looking for death, then he will be fulfilled and he will be screened out in the first round.

The prerequisite for winning in seven games and qualifying in five games is the first win, so if Qian Mo was selected at the moment of the week, he would be destined to miss this match.

There are a total of ten arenas, so even if the candidates are selected, the middle of the week can only wait for others to compete.

The current game on the field that can arouse interest in midweek is nothing more than the two top 100 players in the last session.

"Seven Extreme Sect, Mo Xie."

"Dark Mingzong, Qian Yang."

The two gestured, and then the fight began.

Qian Yang withdrew sharply backwards, and even put the knife in his hand directly: "You should know that my brother is Qian Mo of the Dark Underworld Sect. If you don't want to die, just surrender consciously."

Although Mo Xie said he was not outstanding, his single-handed body-building exercises could be considered excellent. Qian Yang knew that if he was head-on, it would be difficult to get any benefits, so he just stopped fighting and threatened him in the name of his brother.

After all, Qian Mo was also in the top 30 in the last competition.

There was Luo Qiansha as the backstage behind him. If he was offended, those who wanted to please two people would have enough for them to drink a pot.

But Qian Yang hadn't figured it out. This Mo Xie turned out to be the chief disciple of the Qijizong. If he conceded, the Qijizong might not even be able to keep the position of the third sect after the big competition.

"You can lose, but you won't surrender." Mo Xie smiled slightly, letting out his energy.

"Toast, not eat or drink fine wine!" Qian Yang's expression changed, he took a big knife and slew towards Mo Xie's face.

Although Qian Yang used his elder brother's name to dominate, he still possessed some strength, and every sword technique was cut towards the point.

Mo Xie yelled violently, his coat exploded, and the line-like muscles were all revealed.

The entire skin became red gold, and blue veins burst.

"Moxie's physical power has been cultivated to the peak of the blue belt, it seems that God is really blessing my Qijizong!"

An elder of the Seven-Pole Sect under the stands laughed unscrupulously.

If Moxie can enter the top fifty in this competition, then the Seventh Sect will not worry about being squeezed out of the third-rate sect.

Instead, it may be able to cross the threshold of the second-rate sect.

"Boom boom!"

When the blade came into contact with Mo Xie's body, not only did it not leave a scar, but also burst into sparks.

There was one gap after another on the blade.

"Overlord Slash!"

Qian Yang let out a hysterical roar, mobilizing the power of darkness and slashing towards Mo Xie's head.

He can't lose, he lost in the first game. Then he will never be able to lift his head even if he has money and ink in the Dark Underworld Sect, so he will be a big killer when he comes up.

Mo Xie smiled slightly, without changing his expression, and greeted him with his palm fist.

"boom!"

With a loud and crisp sound, the blade broke directly, and Qian Yang shot out like a kite with a broken string.

"court death!"

Qian Mo frowned, and Qian Yang was his own brother no matter how he said it. Mo Xie didn't give face, even if he was still killing him.

"Seven Extreme Sect, Mo Xie Sheng!"

Mo Xie jumped out of the stands and practiced hard for three years in order to become famous!

Some of the elders of the third-rate sects in the audience looked like eating shit. They were originally eliminated from the Qiji sect, but there was such a variable as Moxie.

Then naturally there will be a sect to replace the Qijizong and be eliminated from the last.

"Dark Mingzong Luo Qian kills the North Desert Buddha Zong Qingchen."

Luo Qiansha came onto the stage with a withered grass in his mouth, and Qingchen clasped his hands in a robes.

"Why, don't surrender?" Luo Qiansha looked at Qingchen in front of him with a playful look in his eyes.

"This bald donkey was originally a powerful player in the top 30, but Luo Qiansha was encountered in the first game. It was really miserable."

The crowd in the audience has begun to silently mourn Qingchen in their hearts.

"Buddha disciples, have no desires and no demands, just to prove the Dao!"

Qingchen held the Buddha beads in his hand, and said Nan Nan's Sanskrit sound. Some of the weak in the audience directly hugged their heads and rolled.

Light and darkness are the two extremes, and the power of the light attribute of the Buddha Zong is the power of darkness, so they are both big moves for mass killing.

"The bells and whistles!"

Luo Qiansha drew out the long sword and waved it lightly, a **** shadow flicking towards Qingchen.

When Fan Yin touched the blood shadow, like a ruin, Luo Qiansha abruptly carried a sword move.

Flew directly out of the competition platform, leaving only a breath.

"Dark Underworld Sect Luo Qianshi wins!"

There is no suspense.

"Dark Mingzong Qian Mo against Yingzun!"

Everyone looked towards the stage, knowing that since mid-week can represent the Ice Tower Shenzong to participate in this hundred contests.

Previously, he was able to fight Luo Qian's killing force, and he must not be a mediocre person.

It can be said that this is the first match point of this competition.