Your San Value is Zero

Returning to the finals, the subsequent players are getting stronger and stronger, and fewer and fewer natives can advance.

The promotion quotas in some divisions are even completely controlled by the players. A team of silver-level players first gathers the crowd, then expels the more powerful natives, and finally competes for a promotion spot.

Seeing the reversal of the situation, the powerful indigenous contestants all became anxious. Some formed teams and even hunted high-scoring players first.

But the further down the divisions are, the more advanced players there are.

In the tavern, an old man with sparse white hair was drunk and lying on a bench with his toes clasped.

There were several beautiful women waiting beside him, "Sir, it will be your turn to come on stage in a little while, wake up at the bar."

"It's just a finalist. Is there anyone worthy of my attention?" The old man disagreed.

"I heard from those adventurers that there are more and more strong players in the next few qualifying rounds, and what...who are they from the Prell family? They said they signed up just after the battle with the Holy Church, so the sequences are all lean back."

The old man slowly opened one eye, "Is it that small family that has been in the limelight recently? There are indeed some good seeds among them, but they can be screened."

The old man obviously still doesn't care about this qualifying round. In his opinion, the challengers that are interesting to him have either advanced or been eliminated unexpectedly.

As time passed, the old man's competition area entered the queue. The next moment, the red-faced and drunken old man was teleported into the arena by the summoned magic circle.

After the start of the qualifying round, this kind of scene happened frequently in various regions, and it has long failed to attract anyone's attention.

In the arena, the original jungle of the Wizard of Oz has been destroyed beyond recognition, and now only a piece of Gobi Desert remains.

In the desert filled with yellow sand, the old man felt the scorching sun in the sky and let out a pleasant wine burp in his throat.

He closed his eyes and quietly sensed everything around him, looking for targets with strength above the silver level.

A huge energy field unfolded, and an ominous aura enveloped the earth, covering a quarter of the entire venue.

The cameras outside the court immediately focused on him, and many nobles recognized the old man's identity.

This person is the first of the five adventure kings in Holivot. Even among the three kingdoms, he is also a powerful adventurer.

When he showed his strength, he was already a gray-haired old man.

From the beginning to the end, no one knew his real name, and everyone called him the old man.

"The old man is here too."

"It looks like this division is going to suffer."

"I don't know how many people can survive."

"The betting game has started, and there is a new way of betting. Bet on how many people will advance in this game."

Obviously the aborigines believe that it is difficult for contestants in this division to survive, and even the promotion quota may not be filled.

In the desert, many players felt the aura that made them extremely disgusted, as if something was fighting against their spirits, making them want to kill the person who released the power immediately.

The moment the power spread out, the old man opened his eyes, and the third eye on his forehead squirmed under the skin, as if trying to force it open.

There are many silver-level ones, this was the old man's first reaction, followed by endless ecstasy.

With so many high-quality seeds, when did the Holiwater Kingdom become a fertile soil.

The old man didn't know what happened in the three kingdoms during his absence. He was ecstatic but also had a trace of doubt in his heart.

Just when he was thinking, a voice exploded in his mind, "Swallow... aliens... variables..."

The old man suddenly felt dizzy. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar. He seemed to have heard it before, but he had no relevant memory.

In an unknown place, the man of darkness looked into the distance, staring in the direction of the Golden Eagle Castle, and tapped the round table with his fingers.

On the round table, the red archbishop sat opposite, "That guy has also awakened. It seems that we don't need to take action this time."

"It has just recovered and may not be able to deal with the variables." The man of darkness replied.

The seeds are here, delivered to your door.

Drool drooled from the corner of the old man's mouth, as if he was about to eat something gluttonous.

Um?

And gold level...

One, two, three, and more!

Why so many!

A sense of ominousness arose in the old man's heart.

The Tianchu Legion led by [Seven Blades Taming Soul] came to Golden Eagle Castle to register at the same time, and the weakest among them were secretly manipulated into the competition area where [Ghost Shadow Congxin] was located.

The remaining group are almost all elites, [Nana], [Dawn], [Inexplicable Melancholy] and others are among them.

All four of them felt the old man's aura, and that power seemed to be stronger than the [Seven Blades Taming Soul].

There are many high-level players from the Tenchu ​​Legion in this division, and there are about a dozen of them at the silver level alone. They will definitely not be able to advance to all of them.

All everyone can do is to gather all their strength to eliminate hidden dangers first and win more places for themselves.

Soon, the old man's figure came into view.

At the eighth level of the golden level, if he were to fight one on one, no one in this division might be able to defeat him. Everyone's choice was indeed the right one.

"Explode with all your strength, don't hold back!" [Seven Blades Yuhun] sent a message on the legion channel.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.

[Inexplicable melancholy] The first one came to see him with a spear, and the power of the fluctuating spear turned into a light spot focused on the old man's eyebrows.

"The speed is good, but it's still a step behind me." The old man quickly backed up and still had room to comment.

But then his body was wrapped by a light whip.

This is where [Nana] takes action. With new weapons, she gives up the crossbow and transforms into a melee assassin.

The moment she wrapped her arms around the old man, she stabbed the old man in the back with a short three-edged thorn, "Retire from the game, you old man!"

The old man unfolded his mental shield at the moment of crisis, spread out the short thorns and at the same time untied the light whip wrapped around his body.

"Even I didn't notice your figure. The younger generation is indeed full of talents. It seems that I have to be more serious."

The blue beam of light streaked across the sky and came from a distance, hitting his mental shield hard.

Thirty percent of the originally full mental power was drained away in that instant.

"Madefak, what kind of power is this!" The old man no longer dared to delay.

Just when he was about to deal with these people cautiously, [Seven Blades Taming Soul] raised his domineering sword high and reached high into the sky to show his strength.

The powerful pressure shocked the old man like a snail, and he completely restrained his breath in an instant.

The old man who was still showing off just now no longer dared to think about cultivating seeds. He raised his hands and shouted, "Me! I quit the competition!"

The light curtain flashed away, and the shrouded old man left the field.

The old man who returned to the tavern was shocked into a cold sweat. At that moment, he seemed to be watched by a ferocious beast. If he had been slower, not even the dregs would be left.

"You settled the battle so quickly."

"He is worthy of being the strongest adventurer king in the kingdom."

The maids beside him praised him repeatedly, but what they were greeted with was the extremely angry roar of the old man, "Damn it! How dare they deceive me! The guy who fired the cold gun will definitely not be able to shoot the second shot, and the one with the sword is just a disciple." It's true, the sword he uses is an ancient relic! The powerful pressure is just a characteristic!"

Obviously the old man had reacted, but at this time he had withdrawn from the competition and lost his qualification.

On the round table, the two figures were silent.

After a moment of silence, the dark man slowly spoke, "Is it really that guy?"

"Maybe it's just a trace of it." The red archbishop squeezed out a sentence after a long time.

Then the two fell into a long silence.

The news that the old man was eliminated spread quickly, and the nobles and civilians watching the battle were all stunned. Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to kill, he was also the first one to be eliminated.

The mentality of the great nobles also quietly changed, and the previous arrogant attitude was completely gone. The little nobles would not even dare to raise their heads when they saw top players on the street.

As a large number of players and aboriginal adventurers mixed with dragons and snakes integrated into the boundaries of Golden Eagle Castle, the security here became increasingly worse.

In addition to Chinese players, overseas players also came after hearing the news. Some reckless men among the latter set up checkpoints in the lower city and on the wild trails. When they see high-level players, they hide and nothing happens. When they see low-level players and adventurers, they come forward to threaten and extort them. Even wild dogs passing by will be beaten twice. Big mouth.

But before the Sheriff of Golden Eagle Castle came to take charge, the players took the lead and punished these guys all over, and imposed the rules established by Duwei in Victor County on them.

According to the rules established by Du Wei, no one is allowed to attack civilians and friendly players in the city, with the exception of ruffians and famous players.

At first, the ruffians among the aboriginal people took it for fun, thinking that there was internal strife among the Prell family. But after those overseas players were punished by the Chinese players, they suddenly became friends with the Chinese players, and both became the civil peace officers and local rogues of Golden Eagle Castle.

As long as they can't be beaten to death, they will be beaten to death until they can no longer squeeze a drop of oil and water out of their bodies.

The play-in round has come to an end, and the promotion places for most divisions have been determined.