A few days later, the audition ended.
Nearly 20 million people participated in the entire western ASEAN alone.
In the end, only 100,000 people were able to pass three levels in a row and obtain entry qualifications.
At the same time, the eastern, southern, central, northern, and Indian regions of ASEAN have successively completed their auditions and entered the fierce second round of selection.
When it comes to the number of candidates, the West is the smallest.
With a bunch of teases being cleared out, the quality of the competition will be greatly improved.
In the following competition, each region only has a thousand seed quotas.
A total of 6,000 seed players will be selected from the six major regions, and these 6,000 people will eventually start to compete in the rankings.
The most exciting thing is of course the battle for the rankings, but the selection of "seeds" in the region is very important.
Because these thousand people have to fight among millions of people, the average promotion rate is only about one thousandth, and the competition in other regions is even more intense.
The second one is still held in the virtual world, so the virtual world is overcrowded these days and there are people everywhere.
Qin Mo didn't prepare anything deliberately in the past few days.
He just consolidated the seven sections of breathing, became familiar with the wonderful feeling of "innate fetal breath", and integrated all the boxing and footwork he had learned.
He has practiced three body-training techniques, plus two breathing techniques: Dragon Yin and Tiger Roar Kung Fu and Bear Turtle Qi Jin.
He has a solid foundation and the benefits obtained through promotion are unimaginable by ordinary people.
Now, as long as he persists every day, slowly through the "innate fetal breath" and more detailed tempering of inner vision, and thoroughly practices the inside and outside, he will eventually achieve the "innate body" of the eight stages of breathing.
In ancient times, the "innate body" was the legendary immortal and Buddha, and it was difficult to find one in a thousand years.
In fact, according to the research of current scholars, ancient humans could hardly reach this state, because food, exercises, medical treatment, etc. all restricted their pace of evolution of the human body.
Of course, some individuals with adventure or talent may barely reach the level of "innateness", condensed strength, mental deterrence, etc.
Without this competition, Qin Mo is sure to reach the "eighth stage of breathing" within half a year.
However, he is not in a hurry.
The difference between the seventh and eighth stages of breathing is not very big.
It is just a matter of practicing Kung Fu.
He also has strong physical fitness and has accumulated a lot of strength.
He reaches the peak as soon as he enters the fetal breath.
If it were an ordinary person, he would reach the peak of the seventh stage of breathing very quickly without half a year of hard work. virtual world.
Qin Mo walked around and found that there were quite a lot of people.
"Brothers, the first battle this time is a hundred-group brawl.
It is very bloody.
We are looking for the cooperation of masters with breathing skills above the eighth level."
A fat man stood in the crowd and stretched his neck and shouted.
"It was a big fight in the first game" Countless warriors crowded together, Qin Mo stood in the corner, listening to all kinds of news, waiting for the game to start.
In the Hundred Regiment Brawl, three hundred people were put together to fight at will, and in the end only three people were left to advance.
It used to be the second brawl every year.
A group of people were in a commotion and didn't know what to say.
After waiting for a while, fireworks bloomed in the sky, and everyone became excited.
"here we go" "The second round of the Western Conference seeding competition begins, the first hundred-group brawl"
"I hope we can be together."
Two good friends looked gloomy, obviously not believing in luck.
The probability was too low.
The darkness overwhelmed a group of people, and one after another they turned into a white light and disappeared.
Whoosh Qin Mo's eyes flashed with white light, and then he came to "hell".
Two huge bull-headed and horse-faced figures stared at everyone.
The surrounding light was dim, the ground was black soil stained with blood, and green will-o'-the-wisps were burning.
"Grass is actually the mouth of hell."
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A warrior cursed.
"Hell Mouth" This is a scene from "One Hundred Regiments Brawl".
It is impossible to move for the first three seconds after being passed in.
Once the time is up, a blood-curdling scream will be heard.
"Kill" "Hahaha, I'm here, you trash, why don't you commit suicide?"
A handsome middle-aged monk laughed and said domineeringly.
His head was cleanly shaved and had a black Buddha tattooed on it, making him look extremely monstrous.
As he spoke, he rushed into the crowd like a strong wind, his sleeves flying, and everyone fell down in pain wherever he passed.
"puff" Not far from Qin Mo, a tall white man about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a horn helmet and iron armor, quickly killed several people while holding a war card. call Qin Mo heard a sneak attack from behind, and suddenly threw out the "ghost scorpion leg" with a click.
The calf broke with a click, and the attacker fell down screaming in pain.
People kept coming to kill him, Qin Mo was like walking in the park, his strikes were decisive and accurate, and almost no one could make him take a second move.
"Heartbreaking Legs" snap A whip came, Qin Mo slapped his palm, and the two were separated at the first touch.
"Such a strong penetrating power."
Qin Mo stared at the enemy and shook his numb palm.
"Yeah."
The tall and thin man had long seen that Qin Mo was a tough opponent, and it was only after they fought that he discovered that the other party was an individual cultivator.
Qin Mo smiled at the other party: "Come on, one of us will be eliminated anyway."
As he spoke, he walked up to the man and struck him with the "God-Sealing Palm".
Ta-ta-ta
The tall and thin man's feet were quick and violent, and he stepped on them continuously.
With one move, "Horse Stomps on Flying Swallows," he turned around and struck back.
His toes were like spears, and he hit his face with force.
"The turtle conceals the truth from the sky" Qin Mo smiled slightly and made a "swish" sound.
His body and limbs were like a tortoise retracting into a "shell".
His whole body was full of energy, as if he was a living tortoise.
Bang The two fought again, and the tall and thin man felt his kick hit the smooth ball surface, and all the power was released.
Just when he was about to attack again, he saw the "bastard"'s limbs suddenly appeared.
Qin Mo grabbed the opponent's ankle with lightning in one hand, and the five-fingered eagle claws were strong, and the ankle shattered with a click.
"It's over" The man felt the force of the second move he was about to make dissipate, and then he saw a finger pointing between his eyebrows. puff As Qin Dynasty eliminated several people, he gradually let go of his hands and started killing.
The Hundred Regiment Brawl tests the warrior's resistance to fighting.
Even if they are attacked by a group of people, they must learn to save themselves.
This situation is very common in the wild.
Three hundred people came randomly, and soon the weak ones were cleared out, leaving fewer and fewer people.
Half an hour later, the "Hell Mouth" was full of broken limbs and corpses.
At this time, only six people were left standing, and all the others were eliminated.
"Kongtong Mountain Kills the Dragon" "Tian Shui Ghost Arhat" "Huashan Ye Qilin" "Lintong Baibaitian" "Tianshan Muladili" "Xijing Qin Wudao" The ghost arhat looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Not bad, come on."
Ye Qilin holds a square-shaped painted halberd in his hand, his body is high and his eyes are narrowed.
He is obviously a master of the eighth stage of breathing.
Bai Baitian is a white man, but he grew up in Lintong since he was a child.
His fist spirit combines Eastern and Western beliefs, and it can be seen that he is very strong.
"Come, come, whoever is afraid of whom?"
Zhan Long used a huge zanma sword, which was wild and unruly.
Muladili looked like a loyal believer, but he said nothing, but his eyes were extremely bright.
"Roar" Suddenly everyone's hair stood on end, their cochlea roared, and a terrifying tiger roar made their blood boil and their mood unstable.
Qin Mo glanced at the five people and said, "There's so much nonsense, let's come together."
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As he circulated his energy and blood, blue scales seemed to appear all over his body, and he rushed over regardless.
"good" The five of them were all shocked and angry by Qin Mo's "lion's roar".
The others were afraid of being attacked because he was so arrogant.
For a time, the five people all went to Qin Mo.
"Optimus Prime of the Four Seas" bang bang bang Qin Mo used all his strength to activate his external skills.
He was like a tyrannosaurus, able to fight against five people without losing.
"Kill!"
The ghost arhat was the most violent, with fluttering sleeves and viciousness, and he quietly threw out a handful of silver needles.
"Breaking in two with one sword" Zhan Long wielded his sword and slashed at Muladili angrily. puff ah Then someone was secretly attacked by the ghost arhat, and the five-on-one situation turned into a chaotic battle in the blink of an eye.
More than ten minutes later, Muladili was defeated first, and then Zhanlong was killed by Ye Qilin's halberd.
The result was beyond everyone's expectations.
They originally thought that the white man Bai Baitian would be eliminated, but they never thought that Bai Baitian, Ye Qilin, and Qin Mo would suddenly join forces and eliminate the Ghost Arhat with lightning speed.
The battle lasted for more than an hour, and the final ones in their group were Qin Mo, Ye Qilin, and Bai Baitian. rr4409051: