[Oriental Myth mod]: Shine, Yang I Daowei, you have received a reward.

[Oriental Myth mod]: You participated in the competition for the first time and completed a small stage of the competition, and received welfare rewards, Sutra Library.

(When you win a complete victory in the competition, you will receive rewards based on the performance of the competition and the comprehensive comparison of participants, come on, let the name of Eastern myths resound throughout this world.)

[Sutra Pavilion]: Every year, one or two martial arts, Taoist techniques, and sword techniques are automatically refreshed.

A smile appeared on Lu Yan's face.

In the transformation of spirit stones, only physical objects, such as trees and mineral veins, can be transformed into items in the Eastern system.

But there is nothing to do with the text.

Now, the emergence of the Sutra Pavilion has officially solved this problem for him.

Moreover, it is not a drawing, but a complete building.

More importantly, the note in the following paragraph.

"A complete victory in a game, except this time, when you win the championship, you will receive a reward based on your performance."

“The better the performance, the better the rewards you receive?”

Lu Yan is clear.

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind, but he had to wait and see what the players who won the knockout round were capable of!

Walk out of the virtual projection chamber.

He Zi'ang looked at him with some fear, but his eyes were still high above.

This is a habit he has developed for a long time and will not be able to be changed at all for a while.

This is a very contradictory feeling, probably equivalent to a previous life when a graduate student lost to an undergraduate in a competitive management position.

Even if he is forced to do so, he must obey.

But from the bottom of my heart, I feel that the undergraduates are not worthy of standing above him.

Lu Yan noticed that when he came out of the virtual projection chamber.

There are still many people who are still fighting in the projection space.

Lu Yan looked at him with a lot of nature, and as Liu Xiyue said, there are many races of people, all of which are very powerful.

Not only has it reached the third level, but there are still many.

But Lu Yan actually wanted to ask.

No matter how many there are, can you hit targets in the air?

"Wow! It's really too perverted. The entire 4,000-level third-level race, that guy Bai Jun is too perverted! He can't stand it at all!"

Liu Xiyue ran over quickly and complained.

When she encountered a talented student from No. 8 Middle School, she naturally took it for granted.

Lu Yan saw Liu Xiyue very clearly, and he was a little powerful and cute.

"Now ask the students from the loser group to leave the venue." A staff member walked to the stage and said.

Liu Xiyue walked towards the audience heartlessly.

After all, for a weak man like her, it is already amazing to pass the assessment competition.

It's no big deal to die in the knockout round.

But she walked for a while and realized something was wrong.

Lu Yan didn't leave with her?

Didn't this guy hear what the staff said just now?

But suddenly, she suddenly thought of a possibility, her bright eyes, and her eyes were glaring round.

Did this guy pass the knockout round?

Liu Xiyue couldn't control her excitement, so she called Liu Zaiyuan as soon as she got off the stage.

"Dad! Dad! Lu Yan has gone in! He has entered! He has entered the match!"

Liu Zaiyuan couldn't help but feel excited.

"Good boy! Sure enough, I gave me a surprise!"

"This time, no matter which place you are, as long as you enter, I will give this divine realm expansion card!"

I don’t know when the last match between the freshman league has become a battle between 1st and 8th middle school.

No. 11 Middle School has not entered the battle competition for a long time.

But now, there are two at once!

How could he not be excited?

Most of the twenty-three people left on the stage were looking at each other's opponents.

"Huh? People from No. 11 Middle School?" Someone was surprised.

After all, No. 1 and No. 8 Middle School are top universities.

I don’t know when the battle competition has become a battle between two top universities.

And the rules of the match.

If you go to the stage to choose your opponent, agree, and start fighting. If you don’t agree, you will replace someone else.

A person refuses at most three times.

The last person who stayed on the stage won.

Zhongli won’t say it for now, even they have heard of it.

But another student who looks refreshed is just used as his first opponent, which can avoid revealing too many trump cards and being targeted by the opponent behind him.

"Wait! Where is He Zi'ang?"

Finally someone found out that something was wrong.

Among the twenty-three people who stayed, He Zi'ang was not there.

"I really don't have him? I thought someone was blocking him at first, but I didn't see him!"

"No! Who eliminated him? I remember he has a five hundred flying race!"

"Are you being besieged? It shouldn't be!"

"Who was the same group with He Zi'ang just now?"

"No, I remember He Zi'ang was the most powerful one in No. 1 Middle School this year!"

"Are it that great god who can eliminate He Zi'ang in advance?"

"Did you meet Bai Jun from No. 8 Middle School?"

"No! The grouping algorithms are all manipulated by the background, and it is impossible to collide with force!"

"A dark horse has come out?"

These students began to murmur in a low voice.

He Zi'ang, the most dazzling freshman in this class of No. 1 Middle School actually died in the knockout round. Who dares to believe it if you say it?

Suddenly, Bai Jun's heart skipped a beat.

He really read it right!

When he was in the assessment area, he saw two people coming out first than all of them, sitting there leisurely drinking tea and reading books.

He thought it was his illusion.

After all, the earlier you come out, the stronger your combat power is.

But now it seems that if they can come out early, it will not be difficult to solve He Zi'ang.

If so.

Lu Yan's strength is stronger than everyone present!

Suddenly, Bai Jun's heart burst into a surging fighting spirit.

"Congratulations, classmates! You have stood out from thousands or even tens of thousands of people and stood on this stage. You are the pride of this generation."

At this moment, the middle-aged man kept clapping his hands from the stage, as if he was praising them.

This is actually true.

Only the top four in each class can come here, and finally, from these top geniuses, twenty-three were finally decided.

"Each of you is one of you, choose your favorite opponent! Start a hearty battle, now! The stage belongs to you!" The middle-aged man shouted with exciting excitement on his face.

So, tens of thousands of demigods in the entire Zhonghan City Stadium screamed and exclaimed, and begged the center of the stage.

"The confrontation has officially begun!"

Decide the title of the strongest freshman in this session!
Chapter completed!