"This man has such a strong strength. He actually killed a first-level Dou Zong in an instant. He will definitely be selected this time!"

"He killed Tu Kuang, how could Tu Kuang's brother Tu Ye let him go? Wait, there will definitely be a good show next."

...

Everyone in the square whispered.

Zhuo Buqun walked into the yard and a fighter from the King of Chu gave him a wooden sign with a number written on it.

He took the wooden sign and glanced at the yard.

In the center of the yard is an extremely empty field, with more than 40 people sitting cross-legged on the ground, all of whom were fighting the chaotic domains who passed the primary election.

These people are all very powerful, including three Dou Kings, most of the others are Dou Zong, and there are only a very small number of Nine-Star Dou Masters. This shows that the chaos is really hidden and lying on the tiger.

The field was isolated by formations and could not see clearly. Zhuo Buqun could sense someone inside and was looking outside. He should be from the Chu Palace.

"Sit there and wait!" A fighter from the Chu Prince's Mansion pointed at a position and said indifferently to Zhuo Buqun.

Zhuo Buqun walked there and sat down cross-leggedly, then closed his eyes and waited for the start of the second round of selection.

A disdainful voice came from beside him: "Another waste who died!"

It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy eyes, a arrogant face, and a dangerous aura.

Zhuo Buqun opened his eyes, glanced at the middle-aged man with his hair, and responded coldly: "My first-level Dou Sect is a waste, why is your middle-level Dou Sect's strength? He is shameless!"

A sharp look flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a hair, and he smiled coldly, "In the second round of selection, you'd better not meet me, otherwise you'll die very ugly!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled, closed his eyes, and ignored this person.

Some people passed the primary election and entered the yard. By the afternoon, more than a hundred chaotic fighters had gathered in the yard.

Zhuo Buqun estimated that almost all the masters in the chaos who were not controlled by the three major forces came to apply, and there were also many masters from the three major forces.

The voice of General Manager Shen of the Chu Prince's Mansion came from the outer formation: "It's almost done, we can start the second round."

A black-faced middle-aged man from the King of Chu's Mansion stood up and said loudly: "The second round of selection will begin. The King of Dou doesn't have to participate in the selection and will be directly hired by the King of Chu's Mansion."

A total of four Dou Wangs who came to apply for the recruitment suddenly showed a proud look.

Everyone else was envious, but no one dared to say anything more. The strength of the powerful King of Fighters is naturally unquestionable.

The black-faced middle-aged man continued: "The remaining people are in the second round of selection. The method is very simple. I will decide to fight both sides at will. As long as I can defeat the opponent, I will pass the assessment of the Chu Prince's Mansion."

People with strong strength naturally feel relaxed.

Those who are consciously weak are full of worry.

Especially those nine-star Douzhi, if they are unlucky, they will be killed instantly. How can they not worry?

Someone in the crowd asked loudly, "What if I fail in a fight?"

The black-faced middle-aged man said lightly: "You can admit defeat in advance, but once you fight, life and death are not yours. In addition, you must carefully consider it. If both sides suffer losses, the Chu Prince's Mansion will not bring the injured into the Nether Sea."

Everyone showed thoughtful look and began to think about how to defeat their opponents while trying their best not to get hurt.

"Now I start to draw numbers at will. You have a license plate in your hands. If you click on someone, you will go on the stage immediately." The black-faced middle-aged man casually reported two numbers.

The two people who were drawn, one of them was the Nine-Star Douzhi, and he was also unlucky. The opponent he was drawn turned out to be a high-level Douzhi.

"Give up, I'll give up!"

Before the Nine Star Fighter could play, he spoke directly below and then left the yard in a mess.

No one laughed at him for his strength. He was too disparate and he was killed when he went up. He lost his life for the impossible reward. No one would do such a stupid thing.

The black-faced middle-aged man randomly reported two numbers, this time a first-level Douzong vs. a high-level Douzong.

As a result, the high-level Dou Zong won by relying on the advantage of Dou Qi level, but the consumption was not light, and fortunately he was not injured.

Next, the second round of selection proceeded in an orderly manner, and the battle became more and more intense, and there would be casualties in two or three games.

The bloody scenes, the fighters in the chaos of the chaotic world have long been common, so naturally they would not think that there was anything. The people in the Chu King's Mansion never even blinked their eyelids.

"No. 16, fight No. 47, come out!" The black-faced middle-aged man looked at the crowd and said loudly.

Zhuo Buqun smiled slightly, he was No. 47.

"Who is No. 47? When I met me, Chu Chen, it's your fault!" A crazy laugh came from beside me. It was a coincidence that No. 16 was the middle-aged man with a hair-dressed hair next to Zhuo Buqun.

Zhuo Buqun stood up and walked to the venue to stand.

"It's you? Haha, I didn't like you just now. I didn't expect to meet you. I'll see how I deal with you this time!" The middle-aged man with a haircut laughed and walked to the scene, afraid that Zhuo Buqun would give up.

"Baby, if you kneel down now, kowtow a hundred times, and then crawl through my crotch, I can save you a life." The middle-aged man with a hair was proud and extremely arrogant.

Zhuo Buqun smiled indifferently, "Are you so confident?"

The middle-aged man with a hair was extremely arrogant and sneered: "My name is Chu Chen. You haven't heard of this name before?"

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't have to know it." Zhuo Buqun's disdainful tone made the middle-aged man furious.

The black-faced middle-aged man in the Chu Palace frowned, "Start quickly, otherwise get out!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man with his hair calmed down.

"Chu Chen, fight quickly and let the Lords of the Chu Palace see your strength." An extremely domineering voice came from the crowd below.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I can solve this waste in just three breaths!"

The middle-aged man with hair was laughing wildly, and his aura gushed out of his body.

This person's aura was black, and he merged into the space and immediately made a sizzling sound.

The aura of this middle-aged man with hair is extremely poisonous, and even the air is corroded.

No wonder he is so arrogant. His star soul and the fighting technique he practices are extremely strange. The aura he releases contains a lot of poison. He can't help but shrink his hands when fighting with him. If you accidentally get it, it will be troublesome. Who is not afraid of it?

The crowd on the sidelines made a scream and subconsciously retreated to avoid unintentional disasters.

The aura of the middle-aged man with a hair was instantly enveloped Zhuo Buqun, and his aura quickly contracted, and he actually planned to poison Zhuo Buqun directly.

"Is this your arrogant capital?"

Zhuo Buqun let out a sneer, and a white flame surged out of his body, immediately wrapping up his body, looking like a fire man.

In order not to reveal his identity, he integrated the strange fire miasma flame and the burning bones into one, changing the color of the strange fire.

After the Miasma Flame and Burning Bone Alien Fire were fused by him, it was like a part of his body, so he could fuse the Alien Fire with his body without hurting him at all.

At this time, Zhuo Buqun became a poisonous man.

call!

Zhuo Buqun took one step forward, and wherever he went, the aura of the middle-aged man with his hair was quickly burned and corroded, making it difficult to shackle his body.

He instantly came ten feet away from the middle-aged man with his hair, waved his hand and a poisonous flame enveloped him.

After a shrill scream, the body of the middle-aged man with his hair burned in the poisonous fire and soon turned into a pile of ashes.
Chapter completed!