Your San Value is Zero

Back at the play-in competition, the players who followed up were getting stronger and stronger, and the aborigines who could advance were fewer and fewer.

In some divisions, the promotion places are even completely controlled by the players. A team of silver-level players gathers the crowd first, then expels the more powerful aboriginals from the field, and finally competes for the place to advance.

Seeing the reversal of the situation, the powerful aboriginal contestants became anxious one by one, and some also formed teams, and even hunted down high-scoring players first.

But the further back the competition area, the more advanced players there are.

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

A few beautiful women beside him served, "My lord, it will be your turn to play in a while, wake up."

"It's just the finalists. Is there anyone worthy of my attention." The old man didn't think so.

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

The old man slowly opened one eye, "Is that the 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 play-in match. In his opinion, the challengers who are eye-catching have either advanced or been eliminated by surprise.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the competition area where the old man was located entered the queue. The next moment, the blushing and drunken old man was teleported into the arena by the summoning circle.

After the start of the play-in competition, this kind of scene happened frequently in various regions, and it has long been out of everyone's attention.

In the arena, the original jungle of the Wizard of Oz has long been destroyed beyond recognition, and now there is only a Gobi desert.

In the desert full of yellow sand, the old man felt the scorching sun in the sky, and let out a refreshing wine belch in his throat.

He closed his eyes, quietly perceived everything around him, and looked for a target whose strength was above the silver level.

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

The camera outside the court immediately focused on him, and many nobles recognized the identity of the old man.

This person is the head of the five adventure kings of Hollywater, even among the three kingdoms, he is also a powerful adventurer who ranks high.

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 seems that this division is going to suffer."

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

"The gambling game has opened, and there is a new type of betting method, betting on how many people will advance in this game."

Obviously the aborigines think that it is difficult for the contestants in this competition area to survive. Could it be that even the promotion places 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 wish 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 he was trying to open it forcibly.

There are many silver ranks, this is the first reaction of the old man, followed by endless ecstasy.

With so many high-quality seeds, when did the Kingdom of Houliwater become fertile soil?

The old man didn't know what happened in the territory of the Three Great Kingdoms during the time he was away, and at the same time he felt ecstasy and doubts.

Just when he was lost in thought, a voice exploded in his mind, "Swallowing... aliens... variable..."

The old man suddenly felt dizzy. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar. He seemed to have heard it before, but he didn't have any relevant memory.

In the unknown land, the dark man looked into the distance, staring at the direction of the Golden Eagle Fort, and tapped the round table with his fingers.

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

"It has just recovered, so it may not be able to deal with the variables." The dark man replied.

The seeds are here, and they are delivered to your door.

The corner of the old man's mouth was drooling, like a glutton about to eat.

Um?

And Gold Class…

One, two, three, and more!

Why so many!

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

The Heavenly Punishment Legion led by [Seven-Blade Royal Soul] came to the Golden Eagle Fort to register at the same time, and the weakest group of them were all secretly manipulated to the competition area where [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] was located.

The rest of the crowd are almost all elites, and [Nai Nai], [Dawn], [Inexplicable Melancholy] and others are among them.

All four of them felt the breath of the old man, and that power seemed to be stronger than that of [Seven-Blade Royal Soul].

There are quite a few high-level players of the Tianzhu Legion in this competition area, 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 the people can do is to gather all their strength, eliminate hidden dangers first, and strive for more places for their own side.

Soon, the figure of the old man came into view of several people.

The eighth level of gold, if he is singled out, no one in this competition area may be enough to defeat him, everyone's choice is indeed right.

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

A little cold light came first, and then the spear shot out like a dragon.

[Inexplicable melancholy] The first one came to meet with a gun, the power of the wave spear turned into a spot of light and focused on the old man's forehead.

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

But then a light whip wrapped around his body.

This is [Nai Nai] making a move. With a new weapon, she directly gave up the crossbow and transformed into a melee assassin.

The next moment she wrapped her arms around the old man, she stabbed the old man's back with a short triangular thorn, "Retire, you old man!"

At the moment of crisis, the old man unfolded his spiritual shield, 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 move a little bit more seriously."

The blue beam of light streaked across the sky and shot from a distance, hitting his spiritual shield heavily.

At that moment, 30% of the original mental strength was drained.

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

Just when he was about to deal with these people cautiously, [Seven Blades Royal Soul] held up the domineering sword, and showed his strength above the sky.

The powerful coercion frightened the old man like a shriveled snail, and he completely restrained his breath in an instant.

The old man who was still pretending to be aggressive just now no longer dared to think about cultivating seeds. He raised his hands and shouted, "I! I retire!"

The light curtain flickered, and the shrouded old man left the arena.

The old man who returned to the tavern was startled into a cold sweat. At that moment, he seemed to be watched by a beast. If he had been slower, even the scum might have been devoured.

"You settled the battle so quickly."

"As expected of the kingdom's strongest adventure king."

The maids beside him praised repeatedly, but what greeted us was the old man's extremely angry roar, "Damn it! How dare they deceive me! The guy who shot coldly couldn't shoot the second shot, and the guy who used the sword was just a vain!" It has its appearance, the sword he uses is an ancient relic! Powerful coercion is just a characteristic!"

Obviously the old man has reacted, but at this time he has retired and lost his qualifications.

On the round table, the two figures were silent.

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

"Maybe it's just contaminated with a trace of its breath." The archbishop in red squeezed out a sentence for a long time.

Then the two fell into a long silence.

The news of the old man's elimination spread quickly, and the nobles and civilians who watched the battle were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect that not only did he fail to kill, but he was also the first one to be eliminated.

The mentality of the great nobles also quietly changed, and the previous defiant attitude was swept away. The little nobles didn't 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 merged into the territory of Golden Eagle Fort, the law and order here became worse and worse In addition to Chinese players, overseas players also came here upon hearing the news. Some reckless of the latter set up checkpoints in the lower city and 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 blackmail them. big mouth.

But before the sheriff of Golden Eagle Fort went to manage it, the players took the first step to do it for them, sanctioned these guys all over, and forcibly imposed the rules established by Du Wei in Victor County on them.

According to the rules set by Du Wei, civilians and friendly players must never be attacked in the city, except when facing rogues and famous players.

At first, the local ruffians among the aborigines took it for fun, thinking that there was internal strife among the Prell family. But after those overseas players were dealt with honestly by the Chinese players, they transformed themselves and hooked up with the Chinese players, and both of them became the nightmare of the civilian sheriffs and rogues of Golden Eagle Fort.

As long as you can't beat them to death, beat them to death until you can't squeeze a drop of oil from the rogues.

The play-in competition is coming to an end, and the places for promotion in most competition areas have been determined.

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