Fear! Frustrated! Uncomfortable! Unwilling! Trembling!

Many negative emotions exploded in the hearts of the remaining thirty-five dry gods!

They felt the favoritism of the three masters Tianmu towards the so-called "Maple Leaf Pill God".

It was extremely strong and undisguised!

But what could they do? ?

The boiling murderous intent and evil spirit belonging to Wang Su Lao were like a stormy wave!

So, they could only endure it, because they had no qualifications to resist!

For a while, the atmosphere became extremely dull, and no dry god dared to say a word.

Even if they were extremely angry about the "Maple Leaf Pill God" in their hearts, they didn't dare to look at Ye Wuque even for a moment!

Seeing that the remaining thirty-five dry gods turned into quails again, they were silent, and Wang Su Lao smiled coldly.

Ye Wuque, who was sitting upright, had a blank expression on his face. He was not surprised by the initiative of Tianmu and the other three people to show goodwill and directly decide a quota. At the same time, he did not feel the slightest apology for the remaining dry gods.

Because, if he also participated in the next ring competition, it would really be a dimensionality reduction attack on the remaining 35 dry gods.

Immediately, I saw that Tianmu pointed his finger at an empty space in the Anjingjing Realm!

Swish!

With the faint glitter of light, I saw a huge ring rising from the ground and condensing quickly.

"All dry gods, two by two, the survival of the fittest, according to the random order of numbers, and finally, advance to the end, and decide the strongest four people, who will get the remaining four quotas." The cold voice of Tianmu sounded, and he pointed again.

Suddenly, the light flowed, and in front of all the dry gods, it condensed into a ball of light.

Swish!

Thirty-six rays of light shone out from the light ball, and sprinkled on the thirty-six dry gods respectively, and stained their bodies, each of them became a number, from one to thirty-six. Immediately

afterwards, the light source in the void shone again, and it seemed that there was a disorderly flicker of light, and finally two numbers were swallowed and spit out.

Number six.

Number twenty-one.

Obviously, these are the two dry gods that need to face off in the first round.

The two dry gods, who were exactly the same as each other, flew out immediately and landed directly on the huge arena, facing each other from a distance.

"The rules of the battle are also very simple."

The cold voice of Lord Tianmu continued to sound.

"That is, there are no rules."

"No matter what means or methods you use, as long as you can make the opponent lose the qualification to stand up in the end, it's fine."

"Use any means, regardless of life or death."

"The ancient world only needs... strong people!" The words of

Lord Tianming fell from the mouth of a high-handed and cruel rule, leaving no room for doubt.

Whether it was the two dry gods on the arena or almost all the dry gods under the stage, their faces changed again, and their eyes became fascinating.

There were no extra words, nor any accumulation of strength.

Boom! !

On the huge stage, the two Qian Gods burst out with terrifying momentum and stood together in an instant!

The two territories each appeared out of nowhere, bringing great power and began to show their power!

Fifty thousand feet of territory!

This is the minimum standard for Qian Gods who are qualified to participate in the "Ancient World Selection".

But even this so-called minimum standard is definitely considered a top powerhouse in the entire Infinite World!

Once a Qian God of this level bursts out with all his strength, it will completely destroy the world and be incomparable, enough to cause irreversible damage to many Infinite Worlds.

But this "Anjingjing Realm" is extremely special. It is obviously a specially opened world. It is extremely stable and can accommodate even the duel of powerful Qian Gods.

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at the beginning, the battle was like white-hot!

Under the stage, almost all Qian Gods were paying attention to the two Qian Gods who were dueling.

Only one person...

was always lying on the ground, with one hand on his chin, as if he was still sleeping. Naturally, it was the man with the silver mask.

He seemed like an outsider, quite strange.

On the other side.

It was unknown when Elder Wang took out a set of exquisite tea sets, and then a bunch of high-quality tea leaves, and started to brew tea without paying attention to anyone else.

Soon, the fragrance of tea spread out, and the water vapor surged.

After Elder Wang went through the process of the tea ceremony, he finally brewed four cups of brightly colored and fragrant tea.

The first cup was handed to Lord Tianmu respectfully.

"Elder Yun, I won't be polite with you, do it yourself." Elder Wang looked at Elder Yun and muttered.

Elder Yun also smiled faintly, and seemed to be in a good mood. He took a cup on his own initiative.

As for the remaining fourth cup...

When Elder Wang was about to show off, his other hand was faster than him. Lord

Tianmu directly raised the fourth cup, and then walked to Ye Wuque's side with a smile on his face and handed it to Ye Wuque personally.

"Maple Leaf Alchemy God, come, have a cup of tea."

"The arena battle will take quite some time. I'm trouble you to wait patiently for a while. Please forgive me. Just treat it as a show and relax!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuque immediately took the teacup and said with a smile: "Thank you, Lord Tianmu. It doesn't matter if I wait a while. I'm free anyway."

After taking the teacup, Ye Wuque took a sip lightly, and then his eyes lit up slightly: "Good tea!"

"Master Wang's attainments in tea ceremony are so high!"

Hearing Ye Wuque's praise, Master Wang smiled like a spring breeze: "Thank you for the compliment, Maple Leaf Alchemy God. I didn't expect that my little tricks would one day make a Alchemy God look at me sideways. It's not in vain, it's not in vain..."

The entire peaceful and quiet world looked very weird at this moment!

On this side, three ancient world creatures surrounded Ye Wuque, and even took the trouble to make tea by themselves, and Lord Tianming personally handed tea to them, focusing on a happy atmosphere.

On the other side, on the ring, two dry gods fought to the death, and had already started to fight desperately, with blood flowing like a river, bloody and cruel! The

dry gods under the stage all had solemn expressions, and their eyes kept flickering. There was shock, fear, helplessness, and frustration in their eyes...

Obviously, that guy, like all of them, came from the infinite world to participate in the ancient world selection, how could he suddenly become a guest of honor of the ancient world creatures? ?

What did he do? ?

Now, it's like an outsider watching the show.

This strong contrast and the impact formed by the support seem quite ironic!

Time began to pass.

The winner will eventually be decided.

The first round.

The second round.

The third round.

...

There are constantly dry gods being eliminated, and similarly, there are constantly dry gods winning and advancing to the next round.

The winner is full of enthusiasm, even if he is covered in blood, he seems to see hope.

Until a certain moment.

"Round 18."

The light shone, and the last round of the first stage finally began.

The last two Dry Gods were left.

Number 3.

Number 18.

A tall figure jumped onto the ring. It was a powerful Dry God. He was number 3.

And number 18...

All the Dry Gods immediately looked in the direction of the light ball and looked at the owner of number 18. It was the silver-masked man who was lying on the ground and sleeping all the time!