Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

On the podium!

Wu Dequan was very satisfied when he saw that teachers and students in various schools were calmed down by the generous efforts of the Special High Court.

He watched everyone's discussion quietly until the discussion subsided, and then he followed his usual practice of first praising the students in various schools, saying how great the students in each school were, and then giving some encouragement and so on.

Finally, the old man said directly: "The personal battle has officially begun! In order to ensure fairness and justice, all students are now invited to come to the stage to draw lots to decide the opponent."

Upon hearing this, students from various schools came to the stage one after another and drew their own notes in the wooden box on the podium.

Because students were worried about cheating, the numbers written on the sticky notes and the names corresponding to the numbers were sent to the students' respective mailboxes by email after the students drew the notes.

If the names of the opposing students were directly written on the note, I am afraid that with the strength of these little guys' spiritual consciousness, they would see the contents on the note directly through the wooden box.

Zhao Qianye opened the note and the number written on it was "72".

After a while, the students drew notes one after another, opened them one after another, and saw the numbers they had drawn.

Qin Ruoxi: "13"

Song Qingshu: "399"

Xiaopang: "137"

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The classmates who were familiar with each other lowered their heads and whispered to each other, guessing which number the corresponding opponent would be.

Xiaopang looked around anxiously, trying to find some secrets from everyone's different digital notes.

"Ding!"

At this moment, everyone's wrists vibrated together, and there was a notification sound of mail acceptance.

Zhao Qianye clicked on the idea device on his wrist, a light curtain popped up, and he opened the email, which listed the opponents with corresponding numbers to him.

This person is a student from a public school in another province. His name is Zhang Kang. I have never heard of him. He has awakened the brilliance of divinity, but he is not a genius player in the demigod realm.

"Well, it seems that the first game is stable!"

Zhao Qianye collected the opponent's information in his mind, and without receiving any corresponding prompts, he understood that his opponent was an inconspicuous existence.

At least before leaving, when the head teacher of Class 1 reminded them of the talented students for this autumn camp, this person was not on the list.

Because there are only 72 arenas, and the number of players who need to compete is almost 600, they need to be competed in order of ranking.

Therefore, the player with the higher number in the draw will get the first advantage to play in the first round.

In the first round of individual battles, only himself and Qin Ruoxi appeared in Zhao Qianye's small team. The numbers drawn by the others were lower than 100, so they had to wait until the next round.

In every arena, there is a teacher from the Extra High School, whose strength has reached the level of a demigod, as the referee. Firstly, it is to demonstrate the fairness of individual battles; secondly, it is to worry that young people will be too angry and end up getting really angry. Take lives.

After all, if an individual dies in battle, he or she is truly dead.

These young people, no matter who they are, are extraordinary. If they were killed by each other in a battle, it would cause trouble.

"Zhao Qianye, Zhang Kang, please step onto the 72nd stage!"

When the host got the news, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Soon, the playground became noisy, with shouts and discussions everywhere. The students who had not taken their turn enthusiastically chose a ring to watch the competition.

There are not many opportunities to directly observe the personal battles of new students in the same realm, and everyone cherishes it. In this way, if you really encounter the opponent, you can take precautions in advance.

Zhang Kang is about 1.75 meters tall and handsome. He wears the school's characteristic uniform and has an unusual temperament.

He stepped onto the stage and saw that it was Zhao Qianye, the evil star. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and took the lead in showing his goodwill: "Classmate Zhao's name is as loud as thunder, so don't make a fatal move for a while!"

Zhao Qianye was delighted when he saw that the other party seemed to have no intention of risking his life and said with a smile: "Each other, each other!"

When the host saw that both sides were friendly, the solemn expression on his face softened a bit, and he followed the rules and explained the rules of the personal battle.

"The rules of personal warfare, surrender means admitting defeat. After surrender, one party is not allowed to poison the other party, otherwise, according to the rules, he will be punished with a felony. In serious cases, he can be killed on the spot. Do you two children understand this?

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Zhang Kang nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand...Teacher, don't worry, I, Zhang Kang, am definitely not the kind of person with evil thoughts."

How dare he not understand?

When he encountered the evil star Zhao Qianye, he had to understand it too late, or his life would be in danger.

Zhao Qianye nodded, "Yes!"

Host Li Guangji glared at Zhao Qianye, who cherished his words like gold, but thought of the other person's strength, he did not cause trouble for him. After all, there is always something unusual about geniuses.

When Li Guangji saw that the two of them understood, he retreated to the edge of the ring, waved and shouted: "The second battle of the Autumn Camp of the Supreme Court, the individual battle, has officially begun."

The words have fallen!

Zhao Qianye raised his fingers, and a hurricane suddenly emerged.

The terrifying spiritual power, mixed with the faith value in the body, turns into the foundation of power, twisting and twisting together, like cloth being woven by a loom.

After a moment, a majestic Fang Tian painted halberd appeared out of thin air.

"Wow!"

Zhao Qianye's method of condensing weapons at his side out of thin air caused the students to be stunned and burst into an uproar.

"Just the speed at which one hand can condense the weapon at hand, I have to say I admire you."

"Awesome, really awesome!"

"The illusory spiritual power and the golden faith value turned into reality are two different powers, but they can be controlled clearly and intertwined with each other. The precision of this hand is really unbelievable. The other party will be a new student.

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"please!"

Zhao Qianye had the weapon in hand and said polite words to Zhang Kang opposite him.

Zhang Kang saw the speed with which Zhao Qianye condensed the weapon at his side, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

You must know that in the real world, the faith points required to gather a weapon at your side are at least 1 million. Many freshmen feel sorry for the faith points they have finally accumulated, so the number of exercises in the real world will inevitably increase.

The amplitude is reduced. Therefore, in real battles, the speed of condensed weapons will inevitably be a little off.

But when Zhao Qianye showed this hand, it was obvious at first glance that it was only through long-term practice that practice makes perfect.

"please!"

Zhang Kang slowly formed a long sword and clasped his fist at Zhao Qianye politely.

"You should make your move first. I'm afraid that once I make a move, my classmates will have no chance."

Zhao Qianye looked at the long sword in Zhang Kang's hand, smiled slightly, and said calmly.

"Isn't this Zhao Qianye too presumptuous? He actually looks down on Senior Zhang so much?"

Someone was talking about it.

But the other party didn't know that it wasn't that Zhao Qianye looked down on Zhang Kang, he was just stating a fact.

Zhang Kang was in a good temper, but these words aroused his anger. He raised his sword, pointed it at Zhao Qianye, and said angrily: "You are too presumptuous. Please let me know for a moment whether your Excellency Zhenzhang is consistent with

Just as good as your words!"

"call out!"

He held a sword flower and rushed towards Zhao Qianye.