Violent Martial Soul System

Everyone arrived one after another, and the time for the two meetings was approaching.

The rules of the game have been confirmed by both parties.

There are a total of ten matches, and the first team to win six wins wins this match.

Each side sent ten disciples to compete, but the order of appearance was stipulated.

In the first five competitions, both sides need to select the opponent's disciples. In the last five competitions, disciples can be sent freely.

However, even though there are ten games, if you win six games in a row, you won't have to compare the next four games.

Moreover, this time the game stipulates that if the game is won, the next game must be continued until it is defeated by the opponent's next player!

In other words, if the first disciple to appear is strong enough, winning six games in a row is not impossible!

In the previous two matches, we used two wins in three rounds and three wins in five rounds, but Tian Lingzong still didn't win one game, and still lost in a row!

This time, the number of participants increased and the chance of losing streak was also limited.

Tianlingzong sent eight inner disciples and two outer disciples. The lowest realm was an eight-star warrior, and the highest was a one-star warrior, that is, Zhao Feng.

"Zhao Feng, it's up to you to choose the order of the opponent's appearance."

Yu Ming said to Zhao Feng.

"Ok."

Zhao Feng walked over and took the wooden box from Yu Ming.

There are ten nameplates in the wooden box, and the names on them are ten disciples selected by the Nebula Sect.

And what Zhao Feng has to do is to select the disciples in the first five games from this.

"I hope Zhao Feng is feeling lucky...Don't be the first to draw Jiang Mangan..."

"Yes, the five best drawn are the five weakest..."

"Yes, that's right, then we will at least have a chance to win one game..."

...

Seeing that Zhao Feng came forward to select the opponent's candidate, Tian Lingzong's disciples prayed that Zhao Feng would draw a weaker person...

As far as they know, of the ten disciples sent by the Nebula Sect this time, the worst are all nine-star mid-stage warriors, and the rest are all nine-star or higher.

On the Tianlingzong side, there were only two or more nine-star warriors!

In other words, as long as it is not the first one to draw Jiang Mangan, if it is the one who draws the mid-nine-star warrior, then Tianlingzong can definitely win a victory.

In this way, you can break the curse of Tianlingzong's unvictorious...

"Zhang Yi."

Zhao Feng took it casually and selected the first person to leave the station.

Hearing this name, Tian Lingzong's disciples showed joy!

Because this Zhang Yi is the worst of the ten disciples of the Nebula Sect!

Next, Zhao Feng selected the remaining four people one after another.

Jiang Mangan is not in the first five games!

When everyone saw the nameplate chosen by Zhao Feng, they were overjoyed!

However, although there was no Jiang Meng in the first five games, three of the other four were the top five disciples of the Nebula Sect!

And the second one to play is the second master of the Nebula Sect, the strength of the early two-star martial artist!

"Hey, you have good luck this year. There was no Jiang Mang in the first five games. If Jiang Mang is the first one to play, you might lose six straight and keep your heads bald! Hahahaha!

Mo Linshun suddenly smiled on the side.

Upon hearing this, Yu Ming's cheeks twitched and did not speak.

Next, the Nebula Sect draws the top five disciples of the Tianling Sect.

Mo Linshun didn't ask his disciples to draw, but shot it himself.

Soon, Mo Linshun took out the nameplate of the first disciple of Tianlingzong, "Well...your Tianlingzong first appeared...Zhao Feng?"

Zhao Feng!

Hearing Mo Linshun's name, the disciples of Tianlingzong jumped up with joy!

Zhao Feng vs. Zhang Yi, don't think about it, Zhao Feng will definitely win!

If even Zhao Feng couldn't beat the worst disciple of the Nebula Sect, then their Tianling Sect would simply admit defeat!

When Zhao Feng saw that he had been drawn to the first scene, he raised his mouth and smiled slightly.

This is exactly what Zhao Feng wants!

"Sect Master Yu, it seems that you are really lucky, but even if you win the first game, the second game will be difficult. Without Jiang Mang playing, you will lose!"

Mo Linshun didn't care at all.

For more than ten years, let Tian Lingzong win only one game, as long as the final winner is their Nebula Sect, it is enough. It can only be said that Tian Lingzong is lucky this year.

"Humph, then try it."

Yu Ming snorted coldly.

Although Yu Ming was tough, he was very worried about Zhao Feng in his heart.

Although Zhao Feng's first appearance was able to win the first game, the second game was suspended.

Moreover, if Tian Lingzong wants to win this year's competition, Zhao Feng needs to continue the comparison... This is what Yu Ming is most worried about!

"Ha ha."

Mo Lin laughed instantly and began to draw the second person.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly said: "Sect Master Mo, I don't think you need to draw, even if the draw is drawn, they will not have a chance to play."

"what do you mean?"

"I mean, I am enough."

"!!!"

Hearing this, not only the people of Tianling Sect were stunned, but the people of Nebula Sect also all looked at Zhao Feng.

The meaning of Zhao Feng's words, if the guess is correct, that is to say, Zhao Feng wants to win six games alone!

"Huh, it's interesting."

Jiang Mang of the Nebula Sect narrowed his eyes slightly and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Feng..."

Xiao Xue also stared at Zhao Feng blankly. She wanted to say something, but seeing Zhao Feng's firm expression, she couldn't say anything.

Not only that, there is a hint of inexplicable meaning in her heart, and she seems to have a deeper love for this junior...

"This little brother, although you are very confident, self-confidence is not strength, so don't speak so absolute."

Naturally, Mo Linshun would not be scared by a sixteen-year-old boy, saying, he just continued to draw the nameplate.

Zhao Feng smiled and said: "Sect Master Mo, why don't we take a gamble!"

"Bet?" Mo Linshun stopped the lottery and looked at Zhao Feng with a hint of curiosity, "How do you gamble? What do you gamble?"

"Of course it's gambling." Zhao Feng smiled. "This time the bet of Tianlingzong and Xingyunzong is one billion gold coins and ten boxes of seven-grade medicinal materials, right?"

"Correct."

Mo Lin nodded instantly.

"The bet is tripled." Zhao Feng said, "If I can't win six games in a row, then Tian Lingzong will directly admit defeat and pay 4 billion and 40 boxes of seven-product medicinal materials for the Nebula Sect!"

"Haha, this is no problem. The question is, does Sect Master Yu agree?"

Mo Lin instantly looked at Yu Ming.

Yu Ming has not spoken, he has been observing Zhao Feng's expression...

Hearing Mo Linshun's words, Yu Ming raised his head, looked at Mo Linshun, and said, "I agree!"

Huh!

Everyone in Tianlingzong looked at Yu Ming incredibly. They didn't expect that Yu Ming actually agreed to Zhao Feng's proposal!

"Hahaha, since you want to give us the Nebula Sect, how can we not accept it!"

Mo Linshun laughed and slapped the wooden box to pieces.

"Then wait and see."

Yu Ming hummed.

That's the end of the lottery.

Yu Ming took a deep breath and whispered to Zhao Feng: "Zhao Feng, to be honest, I am very worried about what accidents you will encounter. However, since you have confidence and domineering, I will take a gamble! But I have one Requirement, if the opponent is too strong, you shouldn't resist, it doesn't matter if you admit defeat, life is important, we can afford to lose!"