Urban Madness

In the loser's promotion game the next day, every disciple was full of confidence and nervous at the same time.

Because they knew this was their last chance, and if they lost at that time, let alone participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition, even the Heavenly Sacred Sect would not be able to move forward.

In the hearts of each of them, Tian Shengzong is their ideal temple.

No way, Jinghu Villa is too demanding. With their disciples, they are not qualified at all.

Therefore, they can only take second place and choose the Heavenly Sacred Sect who ranks second in overall strength.

Nan Yu also had a solemn expression at this time, because no matter how much she was in the middle stage of the Yuan Ying realm.

Among the masters of the Heavenly Saint Sect, it would be difficult to advance to the rank based on his own strength alone.

If she loses this time, she will miss the Heavenly Sacred Sect.

But she knew that Ye Fan would definitely be able to advance successfully, and she didn't want to be separated from Ye Fan.

When she was worried, Ye Fan came over and held her little hand, giving her a calm look.

"There is nothing to worry about, trust me, the three of us will definitely be able to walk out of here together at that time."

"Uh-huh!"

With these words of Ye Fan, Nan Yu felt relieved for no reason.

This man can always give himself a strong sense of security in times of crisis.

Then the eyes of those disciples also turned to Ye Fan.

"Who are these people? Why have you never seen them?"

"I don't know, they won't be new disciples, I don't know why they are here?!

"Do you still want to kill hundreds of people based on their current strength? It's too overwhelming."

"These are not important. At that time, we must use our best efforts and must be successfully promoted."

"Otherwise, all the hard work for so long will be wasted!"

...

There were hundreds of losers this time, but there were only five places.

You can imagine how fierce the competition will be.

At this moment, the voice of the elder presiding over the meeting came from a distance.

"I announce that the loser knockout tournament now begins!"

"You can form teams freely, you can defeat them freely, no time limit, no limit to martial arts."

"As long as you can successfully advance."

"Yes!"

For a time, hundreds of disciples jumped to the high platform at the same time, and began to compete with each other.

Just as Ye Fan jumped up, they were stopped by five people.

No way, in their opinion, the strength of these new disciples must be relatively weak.

The persimmons have to be squeezed softly.

After all, no one wants to be eliminated.

"You guys should be newcomers, I don't want to work with you, you should give up quickly, so as not to suffer from skin and flesh again."

"Yes, that's right, I think you are only in the middle stage of the Nascent Infant Realm, you can't make it to the end at all."

"I don't want to work with you, leave quickly."

The disciples didn't have any malice at this time, as long as they could successfully advance to the ranks, there was no need to fight.

A few of them only perceived the realm of Nan Yu, and then guessed that Ye Fan and the others were really capable, so they didn't care at all.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's do it! If you can really eliminate a few of us, you can count on you!"

"Then don't blame us, I will be sorry if you really hurt you by that time!"

The last few people burst out with real strength.

They have all reached the realm of transforming the gods, and they have become losers. It seems that the more they fight, the more difficult it is indeed.