The giant sword in Ye Xiaole's hand is very huge, and Ye Xiaole must hold it with both hands. If he is not lucky, he will feel heavy, probably not less than a few hundred kilograms.

In Xiao Lufeng's collection library, Ye Xiaole took a look at this giant sword that was larger than the weapons in Song Que's hand. It's not because of anything, it's because this giant sword is very similar to the weapon of a race in the Yuling Continent.

That race is called the Berserkers, which is a very crazy race.

It happened that Ye Xiaole also had a connection with this race and would play a little giant sword, so he asked for this giant sword without hesitation.

"That's right, dean, don't be afraid, we will be careful." He looked at the equipment on his body with excitement, and everyone agreed. Now they have no intention of respecting the elderly, and their hearts are on these equipment that have just been around for a day.

"I'll throw all my wealth away from you. If I lose, don't come back to see me." A heartache left a sentence, Xiao Lufeng simply escaped without seeing you.

With Ye Xiaole, a slippery head, these thrown treasures don't want to come back...

Xiao Lufeng still seemed to be careless in the battle of fate, but it does not mean that others are as free and easy as him. Vice President Xu Feng, a series of directors and other leaders, took turns to talk and walked towards the official seats.

"Okay, there are ten minutes left to enter the venue. What else do you have to understand?" Wu Tian coughed and asked after looking at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads, they had already understood what they should have known.

"Wait." Ye Xiaole put down the schedule in his hand and raised his hand. "I don't understand the way of this game. It seems a bit complicated to say that, isn't it just rushing up to beat the other party to convince him?"

Looking at Ye Xiaole who was puzzled, countless black lines emerged from everyone's foreheads.

"Damn, do you think the gangsters are fighting? They are rushing up?!" Wu Tian, ​​who was always elegant, also swears. Ye Xiaole's illiteracy forced him to wonder whether this guy really valued this big thing!

Looking at the innocent Ye Xiaole, Duan Ye, who still sincerely supported Ye Xiaole, explained with a smile.

"There are three ways of competition. The first is a one-on-one single-game, which pays attention to the strength of a single body. There are five games in total. Whoever wins three of them first will be considered a win; the second is the one you just rushed forward, that is, a melee, which pays attention to the ability of group cooperation. Both sides each send twenty players to the stage, until one side loses its combat effectiveness will be considered a win; the third is a combination battle, which pays attention to the ability of teammates to cooperate. One side takes two to three people to the stage, and the other side sends the same number of people to the stage, and wins in three games and wins two games.

"There are three games? They really have their own advantages and disadvantages, but whoever chooses first will definitely take advantage..." Ye Xiaole commented and introduced.

The three games reflect the three abilities of a martial arts academy, one is single strength, one comprehensive strength, and the other cooperate strength. The competition in these three ways can be considered as a design to the point.

"No, whoever gets the right to choose will definitely take advantage of it, but it depends on God's intention." Luo Can pointed to a box with a seal on a big red table. "Promise, priority will be decided by drawing lots, and luck is also important."

Ye Xiao nodded with joy.

"Luck is of course important, and luck is also part of strength. Fortunately, people with few capital have always been good character, and they can even encounter good times of time travel..."

Ye Xiaole, who has been in the world for many years, naturally knows how important luck is to a warrior.
Chapter completed!