Zhang Liao cleared his throat, his voice loudly and spread far away.

"Listen, everyone, the recruitment of the team leader is of great importance. We set up ten rings, each ring with fifty people, and compete in succession. The final winner is one person. Please sit next to me and wait for the next round of competition until the strongest one is selected. Do you understand?"

In this way, only 500 people choose ten people, and the qualifying rate of two percent is actually not high. If you choose one of these ten people, it is two thousandths, and only two thousand people can qualify. This competition system is very cruel, but it can select the person they want.

A young man exclaimed and said in a silence: "Oh my God, what a cruel battle!"

Someone immediately came out and echoed: "Is it not cruel to have a team leader for 1,500 people? If there are 2,000 or more people who sign up today, it will be even more cruel."

Someone else said, "Isn't it? Do you think it's so easy to get a hundred yuan hang? How can you do without some strength?"

Money is important, but power is more attractive. You should know what it feels like when you open your mouth and 1,500 people follow your advice.

The boy had to change his words and said, "Hey, it seems that he can only hope to meet a weaker opponent."

But as soon as he spoke, he was immediately criticized by someone and was so furious on the outside.

"Weaker? Even more impossible! Their screening strictness is completely beyond our imagination. Everyone is incredibly strong. Look at that big man, one-on-one figure of the three of us, how dare you be with him one?"

Someone analyzed: "The strong have no weak soldiers under their command. This is probably the reason why their army can occupy Huaxia City!"

The boy still didn't give up. "Then the third and fourth place, think about it, right?"

"I'll talk about it when you get the top ten!"

These people were chatting together, but were unexpectedly scolded by a soldier. He held a list in his hand and remembered that it was the names of these people.

"What are you still standing here? The ring competition has begun. You can follow me to the seventh ring! Hurry up!"

"yes!"

They dared not refute a word because they had already made it very clear in the morning that once they became soldiers and joined the army, they would only have two words to obey. Otherwise, the military law would deal with it and use their will to exchange for the pain of flesh and blood. It would obviously not be worth it.

They followed behind, and the nearby rings were already fighting very hot. Some rings even scored the top 20. For money and power, people worked hard.

"You try to do it in pairs and stop until you hit the other party's life, otherwise you will be cleared out of the ring! The winning and defeat rules are very simple. Whoever leaves the ring line or admits defeat will directly determine that they fail. Of course, if you think you are strong enough, one against two or more, the winner of one game will be rewarded with one against three against one against one against one, and if this continues, no reward will be given."

The words of this warrior gave these people a dose of heart-warming agent. Of course, the method was not what the warrior thought, but was specially approved by Zhang Liao. As a strong man, it is very normal to shuttle between thousands of enemies. If someone really dares to do this and win, his strength is definitely superior and he can discover his potential in advance. Then this person is definitely the person Qing Cang is looking for.

The power of money is really great. Someone has already named it to fight against three, and the winner will have two slaughter money. Of course, this requires the consent of the three. If someone refuses to fight you, it will be useless for you to fight against one hundred.

Some people think this way. As long as someone dares to fight against more, they will join forces with others to fight him. After the first game, the competition will be smaller. Therefore, most people are willing to fight with more, and only a few people who believe in their nobleness are unwilling to cooperate with others.

The man who wanted to fight against three was born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and was very fierce. He held two axes in his hand and shouted:

"Brother Bing, Qin Jie is here, I want to fight three people! Who wants to come out to fight me?"

This person is in the seventh arena. How dare those who talk the most are going to go? With his size, it is still a question whether the three of them can break him off.

The boy before said tremblingly: "Hey, big man, do you dare to fight against six, and get five money!"

Qin Jie's eyes were fierce, and he paused for a while, probably thinking about whether to agree to the fight. After all, he could easily win the three of them. Looking at the boy again, he didn't look very powerful, so he took a plan to think about it.

"Come on me, I will fight you six!"

Qin Jie pointed at the group of young people under the ring, and there were exactly six.

Others cast admiration for the young man's wit. If Qin Jie loses, the others will have more chances because he looks very strong. Only by breaking him down will the result be very different. In other people's opinion, Qin Jie is a reckless man, so easily stimulated and makes decisions that are unfavorable to him.

At the same time, their voices attracted everyone's attention.

"Is the big man crazy with one against six? With his figure at most five people, you should know that the people here are very strong. If it is an ordinary person, it is okay for him to fight ten with one against ten. Six people are hanging!"

"And it's not about strength. A big body shape does not necessarily mean good martial arts."

"That's right, we have to add the influence of weapons! This guy is so stupid. If I just click three people, I will defeat them one by one if I don't. This is the most stable method."

When Qin Jie heard this, he was very dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "I will win for you. Can you six of you come up?"

The boy took a deep breath and strengthened his courage.

"Go! Why don't you go!"

The six people went on the ring, spread their hands and feet, pointing at Qin Jie, either with swords or guns, and a war between the two sides was about to break out.

Such a huge movement attracted Zhang Liao at the same time, and he set his sights on the seventh arena.

Before the two sides started fighting, a young man jumped onto the ring and saw that the young man was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a national-shaped face, majestic, holding a gentian bright silver spear, with a chilly rifle at the tip of the gun. In history, cold weapons were divided into eighteen weapons, nine long and nine short, and among the nine long, the gun was the first. The gentian bright silver spear ranked second in the ranking of famous guns, and it can be seen that the weapons were very impressive.

Qin Jie's eyes were hesitant and his tone was frivolous. "Hey boy! Come again later. When I defeat them, it's not too late for you to come up with six more people!"

The boy didn't reply, his eyes closed. Qin Jie was ignored and he was a little angry. "I'm talking to you! Brother Bing, don't you come out to take care of him?"

"I want to challenge all of you! You guys go together!"

The boy spoke, and his words surprised everyone so much that his chin could not close. He was absolutely arrogant and pretended to behave. Judging from his physical condition, he dared to challenge everyone. There were nearly fifty people in one ring, and each person had a knife, which was probably what he could bear.

At this time, the young man's words aroused Zhang Liao's deep interest. He walked to the edge of the ring and asked the young man.

"May I have your name?"

The young man then opened his eyes slightly, because the visitor's voice was loud and he held a long halberd in his hand. He saw that he was a person with superb martial arts skills and was also the commander here.

"I am Zhao Zilong!"
Chapter completed!