Violent Martial Soul System

Everyone arrived one after another, and the time for the competition between the two sects was approaching.

The rules of the game have been confirmed by both parties.

There are a total of ten competitions, and the side that wins six games first wins.

Both sides sent ten disciples to compete, but the order of appearance was stipulated.

For the first five matches, both sides need to draw out the opponent's disciples, and for the next five matches, they can freely send disciples to compete.

However, although ten games have been set up, if they win six games in a row, there is no need to compare the next four games.

Moreover, this time the competition rules, if you win, you must continue to compete until you are defeated by the next opponent!

In other words, if the first disciple to appear is strong enough, winning six games in a row is not impossible!

In the past, the two sects would compete with each other, using best-of-three, best-of-five and other competition methods, but Tian Lingzong still didn't win a game, and it was still losing streak!

This time, the increased number of participants also limited the chances of a losing streak.

Tian Lingzong sent eight inner disciples and two outer disciples. The lowest realm is an eight-star warrior, and the highest is a one-star martial artist, that is, Zhao Feng.

"Zhao Feng, it's up to you to choose the order in which the opponents will play."

Yu Ming said to Zhao Feng.

"Um."

Zhao Feng walked over and took the wooden box from Yu Ming.

There are ten nameplates in the wooden box, and the names on them are the ten participating disciples selected by Nebula Sect.

As for Zhao Feng, all he had to do was to select the first five participating disciples from here.

"I hope Zhao Feng will be lucky... Don't be the first to draw Jiang Mang..."

"Yeah, the best five people to draw are the five worst people..."

"That's right, that's right, in this way we at least have a chance to win one..."

...

Seeing that Zhao Feng came forward to draw the opponent's candidate, the disciples of Tianlingzong all prayed that Zhao Feng would draw a weaker person...

As far as they know, among the ten participating disciples sent by the Nebula Sect this time, the worst ones are all nine-star mid-stage warriors, and the rest are above nine-star peaks.

As for Tian Lingzong, there are only two nine-star warriors and above!

That is to say, as long as Jiang Mang is not the first one drawn, if the one who draws the nine-star mid-stage warrior, then Tian Lingzong can definitely win a game.

In this way, the curse of Tianlingzong's invincibility can be broken...

"Zhang Yi."

Zhao Feng took it casually and selected the opponent's first candidate.

Hearing this name, the disciples of Tianlingzong showed joy!

Because this Zhang Yi is the worst among the ten disciples of Xingyun Sect!

Next, Zhao Feng successively selected the remaining four people.

Jiang Mang is not in the first five games!

Everyone was overjoyed when they saw the nameplate chosen by Zhao Feng!

However, although there was no Jiang Mang in the first five games, three of the other four were among the top five disciples of the Nebula Sect!

And the second one to appear is the second master of Xingyun Sect, the strength is a two-star early stage martial artist!

"Hey, you guys are lucky this year. There was no Jiang Mang in the first five games. If Jiang Mang was the first to play, you might lose six straight games. Keep going bald! Hahahaha!"

Mo Linshun who was at the side suddenly laughed.

Hearing this, Yu Ming's face twitched and he didn't speak.

Next, the Nebula Sect will select the disciples for the first five games of the Tianling Sect.

Mo Linshun didn't ask his disciples to draw a selection, but made it himself.

Soon, Mo Linshun took out the nameplate of the first disciple of Tianlingzong, "Hmm... the first disciple of your Tianlingzong is... Zhao Feng?"

Zhao Feng!

Hearing Mo Linshun say this name, the disciples of Tianlingzong jumped up happily!

When Zhao Feng played against Zhang Yi, don't think about it, Zhao Feng will definitely win!

If even Zhao Feng can't win against the worst disciple of Xingyun Sect, then their Tianling Sect might just throw in the towel!

Seeing that he was actually drawn to the first round, Zhao Feng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

This is exactly what Zhao Feng wanted!

"Sect Master Yu, it seems that you are really lucky, but, even if you win the first game,

The second game will be difficult, if you don't need Jiang Mang to play, you will lose too! "

Mo Linshun didn't care at all.

It has been more than ten years, let Tianlingzong win one game, as long as their Xingyunzong wins in the end, it can only be said that Tianlingzong has better luck this year.

"Hmph, let's try."

Yu Ming snorted coldly.

Although Yu Ming spoke tough, he was very worried about Zhao Feng in his heart.

Although Zhao Feng was able to win the first game for the first time, but the second game was suspended.

Moreover, if Tian Lingzong wants to win this year's competition, Zhao Feng needs to keep competing... This is what Yu Ming is most worried about!

"Ha ha."

Mo Lin smiled briefly, and began to choose the second person.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Zhao Feng said suddenly: "Sect Master Mo, I don't think you need to draw. Even if they are drawn, they will have no chance to play."

"what do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm enough alone."

"!!!"

Hearing this, not only the people from Tianling Sect were stunned, but also all the people from Xingyun Sect looked at Zhao Feng in unison.

The meaning in Zhao Feng's words, if you guess correctly, that is to say, Zhao Feng will win six games alone!

"Hmph, it's interesting."

Jiang Mang of Nebula Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Feng..."

Xiao Xue also looked at Zhao Feng blankly, she wanted to say something, but seeing Zhao Feng's firm expression, she couldn't say anything.

Not only that, but there was an inexplicable feeling in her heart, as if she had a deeper love for this boy...

"Little brother, although you are very confident, self-confidence is not strength, so don't be so absolute."

Naturally, Mo Linshun would not be intimidated by a sixteen-year-old boy, and as he spoke, he continued to draw nameplates.

Zhao Feng smiled and said: "Sect Master Mo, why don't we take a gamble!"

"Gambling?" Mo Linshun stopped the lottery, and looked at Zhao Feng with a trace of curiosity, "How do you want to bet? What do you bet on?"

"Of course it's gambling." Zhao Feng laughed. "This time, the bet between Tianlingzong and Xingyunzong is one billion gold coins and ten boxes of seventh-grade medicinal materials, right?"

"right."

Mo Lin nodded instantly.

"Three times the bet." Zhao Feng said, "If I can't win six games in a row, then Tianlingzong will admit defeat directly and pay Xingyunzong a bet of 4 billion and 40 boxes of seventh-grade medicinal materials!"

"Hehe, that's not a problem. The question is, does Sect Master Yu agree?"

Mo Lin looked at Yu Ming instantly.

Yu Ming has not spoken, he has been observing Zhao Feng's expression...

Hearing Mo Linshun's words, Yu Ming raised his head, looked at Mo Linshun, and said, "I agree!"

Swish!

Everyone in Tianlingzong looked at Yu Ming in disbelief. They never expected that Yu Ming agreed to Zhao Feng's proposal!

"Hahaha, since you want to send money to our Nebula Sect, why don't we accept it!"

Mo Linshun laughed loudly and shattered the wooden box with his palm.

"Let's wait and see."

Yu Ming snorted.

That's the end of the draw.

Yu Ming took a deep breath, and whispered to Zhao Feng: "Zhao Feng, to be honest, I am very worried about your accident, but since you have confidence and domineering spirit, I will take a gamble too! But I have one request, If the opponent is too strong, don't fight hard, it doesn't matter if you admit defeat, it's important to save your life, we can afford to lose!"