[Eastern Mythology MOD]: Shine brightly, Yang Wo Daowei, you have received a reward.
[Eastern Mythology MOD]: You have won a game and received the Sutra Library.
(Every time you win a game, you will receive a reward based on the performance of the game and the comprehensive comparison of the participants. Come on, let the name of Eastern Mythology resound throughout the world.)
[Sutra Library]: Every seven days, one or two exercises, Taoist techniques, and sword techniques will be automatically refreshed. You can consume spirit stones to transform any system such as magic and fighting spirit into the secret book of the Eastern system.
Lu Yan smiled.
Spirit stone transformation can only transform physical things, such as trees and mineral veins, into items of the Eastern system.
But there is no way to transform text.
Now, the appearance of the Sutra Library has officially solved this problem for him.
More importantly, the note at the end.
"Get rewards based on performance."
"In other words, the better the performance, the more outstanding, the better the reward!"
Lu Yan understood.
An idea suddenly popped up in his mind, but he had to wait a moment, he had to go out and see how strong the winners of this elimination round were!
He walked out of the virtual projection chamber.
He Ziang looked at him with some fear, but there was still a sense of superiority in his eyes.
This is a habit he has developed for a long time, and he can't change it for a while.
This is a very contradictory feeling, probably equivalent to a graduate student losing to a college student in the competition for a management position in his previous life.
Even if he was forced to obey by his authority.
But he felt from the bottom of his heart that the college student was not worthy of standing above him.
Lu Yan noticed that when he came out of the virtual projection chamber.
There were still many people fighting in the projection space.
Lu Yan looked at it with interest. It was indeed as Liu Xiyue said that many people's races were very powerful.
Not only had they reached the third level, but there were still quite a few of them.
But Lu Yan actually wanted to ask a question.
No matter how many there were, could they hit the target in the air?
"Wow wow wow! It's really too abnormal, a full 4,000 third-level races, Bai Jun is too abnormal! I can't stand it at all!"
Liu Xiyue ran over and complained.
Encountering the genius student of No. 8 Middle School, she naturally lost as a matter of course.
Lu Yan saw Liu Xiyue very clearly, a weak chicken with some strength and cute appearance.
"Now please ask the students in the loser group to leave." A staff member walked to the stage and said.
Liu Xiyue walked down the stage without any drama.
After all, for a weak chicken like her, it was already amazing to pass the assessment competition, and it was no big deal to die in the elimination round.
But after she walked for a while, she found something wrong.
Lu Yan didn't leave with her?
Didn't this guy hear what the staff said just now?
But suddenly, she suddenly thought of a possibility, and her bright eyes were wide open.
Did this guy pass the elimination round?
Liu Xiyue couldn't control her excitement, and called Liu Zaiyuan as soon as she got off the stage.
"Dad! Dad! Lu Yan got in! He got in! He entered the match!"
Liu Zaiyuan couldn't stop his excitement.
"Good boy! You really gave me a surprise!"
"This time, no matter what place you rank, as long as you get in, I'll give you this God's Domain Expansion Card!"
I don't know when it started, but the last match of the freshman league became a battle between No. 1 Middle School and No. 8 Middle School. It
has been a long time since No. 11 Middle School had a student enter the match.
But now, there are two at once!
How can he not be excited.
On the stage, the 23 people who stayed were mostly looking at each other's opponents.
"Huh? People from No. 11 Middle School?" Someone was surprised.
After all, No. 1 Middle School and No. 8 Middle School are the top universities.
I don't know when it started, but the match became a battle between two top universities.
And the rules of the match.
It is to go on stage to choose an opponent, and if you agree, you start fighting. If you disagree, you will be replaced by another person.
A person can refuse up to three times.
The person who stays on the stage at last wins.
Let alone Zhongli, even if they have heard about it.
But the other student who looked clean and refreshing was used as the first opponent, so as to avoid revealing too many cards and being targeted by the opponents behind.
"Wait! Where is He Ziang?"
Finally someone found something wrong.
Among the 23 people left, there was no He Ziang.
"Really? I thought someone blocked him at first, and I didn't see him!"
"No! Who eliminated him! I remember he had 500 flying races!"
"Did he get besieged? That shouldn't be the case!"
"Who was in the same group with He Ziang just now?"
"No way, I remember He Ziang was the most powerful one in the class of No. 1 Middle School!"
"Who was the great god who could eliminate He Ziang in advance?"
"Did he meet Bai Jun from No. 8 Middle School?"
"No! The grouping algorithm is controlled by the background, and it is impossible for the strong to collide!"
"A dark horse?"
These students began to whisper.
He Ziang, the most dazzling freshman in the class of No. 1 Middle School, died in the elimination round. Who would dare to believe it if they told others?
Suddenly, Bai Jun's heart skipped a beat.
He was not wrong!
When he was in the assessment area, he saw two people who came out earlier than all of them and sat there leisurely drinking tea and reading books.
He thought it was his illusion.
After all, the earlier they come out, the stronger their fighting power will be.
But now it seems that if they can come out earlier, it will not be difficult to get rid of He Ziang.
If so.
Lu Yan's strength is stronger than all of them present!
Suddenly, Bai Jun's heart burst out with surging fighting spirit.
"Congratulations, classmates! You have stood out from thousands or even tens of thousands of people and stood on this stage. You are the pride of this class."
At this time, the middle-aged man clapped his hands from under the stage, as if praising them.
This is actually true. Only
the top four in each class can come here, and finally from these top geniuses, 23 people will be selected.
"Each of you is one in a thousand. Choose your favorite opponent! Start a hearty battle. Now! The stage belongs to you!" The middle-aged man shouted with surging excitement on his face.
So, in the entire Zhonghan City Stadium, tens of thousands of demigods, they screamed and exclaimed, and focused their eyes on the center of the stage.
"The competition has officially begun!"
The title of the strongest freshman of this session will be decided!