Chapter 801 Winning or Losing

Before the chess game, Long Tian asked people to put the Dingxuan powder in the small porcelain cup and spread them out one by one.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he looked at the crowd expressionlessly.

"Everyone, I know that you are all here for the game of life and death, so let's open the skylight and speak honestly! If you want to enter my game of life and death, you must abide by the rules of my game of life and death! Anyone who enters must not carry profound energy! "

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Without profound energy? What do you mean?!"

"Could it be that we want to abolish our profound energy!?"

"..."

Amid all kinds of doubts, Long Tian didn't bother to explain.

"Behind me is Dingxuan Powder. Those who take it will have their profound energy restrained and cannot use it! After taking Dingxuan Powder, they can enter the game of chess. The winner will enter the door of life and death, and the loser will come to me to get the antidote !!"

Tilting his head slightly, he signaled the servants to take Dingxuan powder out.

"Everyone, please?!"

Someone took the Dingxuan powder decisively and poured it with his head held high.

But some people still hesitated, and after picking it up, they finally put it down again.

Without profound energy, they can't play in the game of life and death, so why should they die? !

With hesitation, only more than 300 of the 400 to 500 people drank Dingxuan powder.

When Ling Luoyu drank Dingxuan San with his head held high, his eyes glanced at a familiar face.

Gulan!

He even drank Dingxuan powder.

Gu Lan stared at that moment, and immediately looked away.

Those who drink Dingxuan powder will each get a number plate, draw lots to stand on the board, and those who are out of the game will be replaced by the next one.

Ling Luoyu's number plate was one hundred and thirty-seven, but he was drawn in the first round and stood on the chessboard.

"Boom!"

The sound of war drums came muffled, and the beating was deafening.

Long Tian stood on the high platform and sat down. Beside him, the elders in charge of Longhu Villa, Yue Ya and the three brothers of the Long family sat in the last seat.

Long Jun stood on one side of the stage, with three wooden boxes in front of him.

The wooden box on the left says win, and the wooden box on the right says lose.

"Everyone, the rules must be clear to everyone, so I won't waste any time! The selection is very simple! On the chess board, there are sixty people, one-on-one duel, the winner is determined! As for whether your opponent is strong or weak , It depends on your own good fortune!"

No matter how weak the cultivation base is, even if it encounters a scumbag cultivation base, it can win and enter the gate of life and death.

No matter how high the martial arts skills are, they may encounter opponents against the sky, and they will be defeated and withdraw.

Therefore, whether one can enter the door of life and death depends not on one's own strength, but on God's will.

Long Jun gave an order, and the sound of drums was heard suddenly.

Selection begins.

He drew two number plates from the wooden box in the middle.

"Ninety-one, two hundred and seventeen!"

The two people rushed out and walked towards the red area in the middle.

"Two, it's very simple, whoever gets out loses!"

Long Jun made an inviting gesture.

"please!"

With a drink, the two shot suddenly.

Amidst the sound of "bang bang", the two fists faced each other, fighting hand-to-hand.

This kind of fighting boxing is a test of fighting skills, which is different from martial arts cultivation.

Not long after, one person was kicked out.

Long Jun glanced at the sign in his hand, and threw it to the wooden boxes on both sides with a blank expression.

"Ninety-one wins, two hundred and seventeen out... Alternate two hundred and three, one hundred and fifty-nine, battle seventy-two, two hundred and ninety-one..."

The two candidates who were named went to the position where the duel had just been completed, while the two who were called to fight walked to the red area and fought close to each other.

Time passed minute by minute, and when it was approaching noon, it was finally Ling Luoyu's turn.

"...Battle one hundred and thirty-seven, one hundred and ninety-six..."