My space becomes the world

Qizhenlou's abstention locked in the final places to enter the championship battle, Wanbao Pavilion, Xue Family, Wu Family, and Liu Family.

The Liu family was not very strong, but through reasonable abandonment tactics, they finally persisted. But the next games are all tough battles. They have to fight at least three tough battles to win the championship. Now, there is no abandonment tactic, and representatives of each family must fight to the end. This is not good news for the Liu family.

Zhou Li came to the middle of the arena, looked around at the viewing platform and said loudly: "Representatives of each family, as well as the winners of the casual cultivators, please come down."

Eight figures appeared elegantly or quickly beside Zhou Li, standing in two rows facing each other. They all stood upright and looked at each other, they would be each other's opponents next.

"Send your name. Now you are qualified to spread your reputation in the Imperial City." Now those who can stand on the stage are the highest combat power of the younger generation in the Imperial City. Maybe some people are unlucky and have been eliminated early. But luck is also part of strength.

Even the relatively weak Liu family was not able to stand in the arena and participate in the final fight.

The introduction started from the family side. The first person to sign up was Wu Ai, the winner of the previous round. In fact, everyone knows his name, but we still need to introduce him symbolically.

Wu family: Wu Ai. Wu Ai's voice was hoarse, and his clothes were not expensive, but they gave people a very neat feeling. It may be related to his status as a Fu Lu master. Fu Lu masters rarely find themselves embarrassed in battle.

Next, the young man from the Liu family spoke, "Liu family: Liu Mufeng." Liu Mufeng is very tall, wearing white clothes, very handsome and unrestrained, with a bookish air.

Then there is the Xue family, this person is Xue Wuyi's biological brother. He looks similar to Xue Wuyi, but his personality is very different. He is not as flamboyant and unruly as Xue Wuyi. His skin is also very fair, a kind of sickly white. If you look carefully at his hands, they are even prettier than a woman's hands. The ten bright red nails make his hands whiter and tenderer. People who know the Xue family know that it is not the color of the painting, but a manifestation of the perfection of the "Blood Demon Hand".

"Blood Family: Blood Fellowship"

He spoke calmly, without any emotion.

Finally, it was Chu Xinghe's turn. Everyone saw his fight, and many people now regarded him as a strong contender for the championship.

"Wanbao Pavilion: Wanhe"

The four of them all have their own powerful families. Everyone took a serious look at Comrade Xue. At first, everyone thought that Xue Wuyi would be the one to take the stage, but unexpectedly, a younger Comrade Xue was sent.

From his bright red nails, everyone guessed that he was stronger than Xue Wuyi, rather than replacing him because Xue Wuyi had not recovered from his injury.

The four casual cultivators began to introduce themselves:

The first was the young man holding the knife. He looked calm and not at all nervous. He said calmly: "Di Feng"

Next is the strong man. He is tall. If he hadn't known that the age to participate in the Imperial City Talent Competition must be under twenty-five years old, he would have been considered a man in his thirties.

The strong man faced each other with two fists, full of fighting spirit: "Pan Zhong"

Next was the lithe girl, the Yuanyang knife was put away, she put her hands behind her back and said heroically: "My name is Yan Qingqing, Wan He, you and I are going to challenge you to see who is faster. "

Chu Xinghe didn't expect his name to be called, but he wasn't afraid of Yan Qingqing's challenge. He didn't say anything more and only replied with one word: "Okay."

The last person to introduce himself was the young man in black. Among the eight people, he was the youngest, only seventeen years old. His strength was at the eighth level of blood quenching, which showed that he was extremely talented.

There were waves of cold air coming from the young man's body, and his expression was also cold, "My name is Thirteen."

Zhou Li laughed: "Thirteen? What a strange name. Now that we have introduced each other, the next championship battle will officially begin. This year's contestants are extremely powerful, so Mr. Qin and I decided to change the rules. It’s a personal challenge, but... a melee between eight people, and the person standing in the middle of the arena at the end will be the champion of this Imperial City Challenge!”

Everyone in the stands was in a rage and started talking about it. No one expected Zhou Li to be so skillful.

"Isn't this rule too beneficial to Wu Ai? A three-wind fire tornado can directly capture everyone, saving time and effort."

"You idiot, don't you know that Di Feng has a "law-breaking knife"? He can defeat Wu Ai."

"That means Di Feng avoids the three winds and fire tornadoes in the early stage, and waits for Wu Ai to eliminate others, and then he goes up to take advantage?"

"You think that others are vegetarians, but if others don't tell you, Panzhong can definitely withstand the Three Winds Fire Tornado. His defense is invincible."

"What's the point of having invincible defense? Not to mention that he can't catch up with Yan Qingqing. With Wan He's speed, even Shi San can kill him with a kite."

"You can form a team freely. It's even harder to guess who will win the championship in the end."

Some people have even shouted that it is unfair.

Everyone started talking about it. The blood comrade who had never shown any skills before, Liu Mufeng, as the trump card of the Liu family, was also playing for the first time. However, looking at their calm eyes, he was not afraid of the melee.

"Quiet." Zhou Li's voice amplified, overwhelming all the sounds. Seeing that everyone was silent, he spoke unhurriedly: "Fairness? How can there be fairness in fighting with others? Every time there is a tide of beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains , you guys who don’t go to the battlefield, have you ever thought about fairness? Our Qinglong Kingdom wants iron-blooded geniuses, not hothouse geniuses. Anyone who thinks it’s unfair can withdraw from the competition.”

Zhou Li's words silenced those questioning voices.

He looked at the eight people in the field and said, "Does any of you want to quit?"

Yan Qingqing rolled her eyes and asked, "Can we choose our own challenger?"

Zhou Li smiled slightly, "There are no rules on the field. As long as others don't attack you, you can stay out of it. I don't care about the process. I only care about the results."

Yan Qingqing looked at the crowd again, "Why should we be so rude? Wouldn't it be better to be more polite?"

Still no one answered, everyone was full of fighting spirit.

"What a bunch of belligerent, stinky men. Forget it, I just have to win the championship reluctantly so that you can stop fighting." He also raised his crooked eyebrows as if to explain a trivial matter. .

No one cares about Yan Qingqing's words. Everyone has confidence in themselves to win. Yan Qingqing's words are exactly what they want to say.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhou Li ordered everyone to disperse. The eight people obediently stood at different locations in the arena, forming a circle.

Zhou Li stood in the middle of the circle and immediately flew back to the viewing platform. He said loudly:

"Game start"