Eight-year-old little Celestial Master: Catching ghosts was broadcast live on the entire Internet

From the stands, screams of excitement resounded in the air, and the huge scuffle was far more incendiary than a single round, and many people even tore their throats to cheer on their friends.

"Yes, Master Wu's idea is really wonderful," looking at the chaotic but extremely fierce arena, Li Weidao couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Although it is not absolutely fair, this kind of environment is extremely testing the students' adaptability, not only to find a way to save themselves, but also to eliminate as many opponents as possible and reduce threats, which is conducive to the rapid formation of actual combat awareness."

"I'm just tired of watching the previous rounds, so I wanted to try a different twist, and now it seems to be working well." Wu Guoguang finished speaking with a smile and turned his gaze back to the chaotic field.

At this time, in the competition arena, from time to time, there were flashing talismans flying out, colliding violently with another streamer, and layers of spiritual power waves were turbulent.

However, most of these attacks were tentative, and the students retreated at the slightest touch, not daring to fight at all. Because in the short-term brawl, there have been a few unlucky people who have accidentally moved into the range of many people's attacks, and have been blasted out of the field by random punches.

After learning these lessons, everyone has also learned a lot wiser, no longer being reckless, but calming down and talking to acquaintances around them. If not, they can only retreat to the next best thing to win over some of the lone who also have no partners, and temporarily put together a squad with the power to fight, relying on each other to guard against attacks that may strike at any time.

After a while, several "small circles" were formed around the venue, with seven or eight people at the top and only two people back to back.

Zhang Tianling was not surprised by this, after all, in the few rules announced by Wu Guoguang, there were no restrictions on the formation of teams. As long as everyone suffers the loss of going it alone, they will naturally think of looking for others to seek cooperation.

That is to say, as long as you are popular enough or your status is high enough, even if you persuade everyone else to quit and win the championship directly, it is completely in line with the rules.

The impasse did not last long, and the formation of the team gave many people confidence and support. The blood boiled again, and several adjacent teams immediately roared and rushed towards each other.

As a result, the competition field was divided into several pieces in an orderly manner, and each piece had two teams "fighting" with angry eyes. The fists and feet waved, the streamers were shining, and all kinds of talismans collided and exploded in mid-air, and the huge momentum dazzled people, and they subconsciously shouted along with the rhythm.

Zhang Tianling crossed his arms to his chest and watched the rare group battle scene up close. Although the tacit understanding and trust of the patchwork team are insufficient, it is still pleasing to the eye in terms of momentum, and Zhang Tianling, who has always been used to fighting alone, also looks at it with relish.

I want to ask why no one made a move on him who was alone, just because at the beginning of the game, several students who tried to secretly attack Zhang Tianling had been thrown out by him three times and five divided by two.

No matter how fast the punch, how ruthless the whip leg, or the talisman light that enveloped the whole body, they were all quickly dodged by Zhang Tianling, and then flashed in front of him like a ghost, punching each in the chest and abdomen, and then throwing with the force of the fight.

Outside the field behind him, there were already four students lying horizontally, all rolling on the ground in pain, with Zhang Tianling's smile always hanging in the corner of his eyes, giving people a sense of deterrence with a smiling face, and no one would act rashly.

After solving a team of five, Lin Qingshan wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and focused his attention on the lonely little guy.

"Big brother, it's not neat," a younger brother saw his thoughts and licked his lips.

"How are you doing?" Lin Qingshan suppressed the desire in his heart and looked around at the six people around him.

"Okay, it's not a big deal!" They nodded in unison.

"Then go on." Lin Qingshan's face was hideous, his eyes were staring at a certain place on the sidelines, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Finally, when this moment came, he wanted to take back his honor from that little ghost who didn't know the height of the sky.

At that time, Zhang Tianling was gently clapping his little hands and applauding the wonderful confrontation between the other two teams; Suddenly, he caught the movement and turned to look at that end.

"I thought you forgot about me." Seeing the person coming clearly, Zhang Tianling smiled leisurely.

"How come, don't I have to warm up first, lest I beat you up later." Lin Qingshan also smiled back, but this smile was even more cold.

"One, two, three... Do seven people take turns beating up? Zhang Tianling raised his hand and pointed at a few people one by one, "We still have to go together." "