Tang San of the Tang Sect, Huang Shang of the Huang family, and Fa Zhen of the Wuji Sword Sect, were all looking straight at this moment, as if they hadn't heard Ling Tian's words.

Even he ignored everyone's eyes.

The three of them are not like monk Yikong, they are as fierce as fire and cannot hold on to their feet.

He ran onto the stage stupidly and directly lost the qualifications of the top three.

Now, Ling Tian is so strong, he is a rare master.

Although each of them has their own unique skills.

But at this time, obviously whoever comes back will take advantage of it.

No matter what the rest of you think, they won’t take the initiative to stand up.

Tang Qian had long thought of this situation and couldn't help but stand up and said.

"Since the remaining three seed players, no one has come forward on his own initiative."

"Then, just draw lots!"

No one objected. This was basically the case for any ancient martial arts conference.

Seed players basically decide the order of playing according to draw lots.

Luck is also part of strength.

If you draw the first one, you can only blame you for your bad luck.

Tang San, Huang Shang and Fa Zhen were drawn in turn and handed over to Tang Qian.

Tang Qian opened the sign in front of them.

"Tang San, the second one!"

"Huang Shang, the first one!"

"Fa Zhen, the third one!"

As Tang Qian announced the order of appearance, people were in agitation and talked a lot.

Although Fazhen was not surprised, he was already extremely excited.

The third one is waiting for the effort.

The chance to win the championship will be better than everyone else, even the worst is second.

This conference is stable!

Tang San frowned slightly, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The second one can be at least the top three, and he is the one with the Apocalypse quota.

As for which place you can enter the third place, you can speak up when the time comes.

Only Huang Shang had a gloomy face and his eyelids were beating constantly.

Even though he had been through the battle for a long time, he became inexplicably nervous at this moment.

There is no way not to be nervous!

Ling Tian defeated the monk Yikong with one move, and the strength he showed was fearful.

He was the first to go, and it was fine if he won.

Once you fail, you will not only lose the title of the top three, but also lose the quota of Apocalypse!

Huang Zhongyuan sat on the rostrum, his face turned ashen and his old face was gloomy.

I never thought that my genius was so lucky.

However, the rules are like this, and there is nothing we can do about it.

Huang Shang got up, came to the arena, and jumped up and lifted up.

He clasped his fists at Ling Tian and said coldly.

"Huang Shang, Huang family, please give me advice!"

Ling Tian glanced at Huang Shang and said with a smile.

"How many moves do you think you can take me?"

Huang Shang's eyes turned cold. Ling Tian's words were so arrogant.

I thought that if I defeated Monk Yikong, I would be able to defeat Huang Shang.

clang!

Huang Shang directly pulled out the sword.

"My Huang family is good at using swords."

"If you have weapons, you can take them out!"

Huang Shang didn't want to bully Ling Tian with bare hands and said coldly.

Ling Tian looked calm and had a playful look.

"Go on!"

"I will do it when I need to send weapons."

"Look at the sword!" Huang Shang didn't want to say more, and his body flashed and he approached Ling Tian.

The steel sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, and the sharp sword momentum instantly locked Ling Tian.

It seemed as if the sky was filled with sword shadows, which were not airtight.

"What a strong sword!"

Everyone held their breath.

Especially the younger generation, seeing Huang Shang's sword is so powerful.

They all showed admiration.

No wonder, he is a popular champion, and he can beat the heroes just by rushing to this sword.

Ling Tian's face became solemn when he faced Huang Shang's attack.

The sword cultivator has the strongest attack power.
Chapter completed!