er go, here's this for you."Hey, kid, are you messing with me"The old woman in black revealed a trace of anger on her face. Their Yin-Yang Sect originally practiced evil cultivation methods and were m..."It's simple, since it's a ranking of states, you can't just look at the performance of one disciple."

Baili Xingkong said, "During the competition, each disciple earns one point for winning the first match, two points for winning the second match, and four points for winning the third match."

"...and so on, finally adding up the scores of all the disciples to rank them..."

After he finished introducing the rules, all the cultivators present silently sentenced Tianluo State to death.

If evaluating a disciple's performance still has some element of chance, this scoring system looks at the overall strength of each state. There is no way for the other side to turn things around.

Moreover, Tianluo State has a small population with only five disciples. Naturally, their overall performance will suffer in comparison.

As a college graduate nurtured by modern society, Ye Bufan quickly calculated the result in his mind.

Whoever wins the final championship, they will have to play seven consecutive games, and the final score will be 2 to the power of 7, which equals 128.

That is to say, in this points system, the ultimate champion will get one hundred and twenty-eight points, the second place sixty-four points, and the third place only thirty-two points.

According to this algorithm, winning the championship is equivalent to your team winning first place.

This couldn't help but bring a smirk to the corner of his mouth. Heaven Saint State was essentially moving stones to smash its own feet.

Xi Men Feng immediately understood the key point and stood up to object: “I disagree. This algorithm is unfair.”

"Tianluo State only has five disciples, and our Tianqiong State only has fifteen people. To calculate the score based on these disciples is unreasonable. I think the points each state receives should be averaged out per disciple..."

"One person's word isn't enough to determine right and wrong, let's have a vote!"

Bai Li Xing had long been prepared for this, and immediately started playing this trick again.

The result was unexpected, still passing with a score of four to one.

Xi Men Feng was so angry her face turned green, but in this situation, there was nothing she could do. Even if she were furious, it couldn't change anything.

"Alright, the rules are set. Let's draw lots now."

Bai Li Xing ignored Xi Men Feng and continued to preside over the ceremony.

The rules for the draw are simple: white number one against black number one, number two against number two... Fifty people are divided into fifty groups, and ten groups compete in each round.

After explaining the rules for drawing lots, Bai Li waved his hand, and a hundred luminous orbs shot into the air.

These marked lottery balls were enveloped by Zhenyuan, beyond the reach of divine consciousness, and invisible to the naked eye.

In fact, even if you saw them, it wouldn't help because you don't know which one of them will become your opponent.

"Alright, disciples from each state, come up and draw lots."

After Bai Li Xingkong finished speaking, disciples from all over the states lined up to draw lots. The more powerful ones didn't mind and just grabbed one and left.

Those with relatively weaker abilities mumbled to themselves, "Oh Lord, please let me draw someone from Heavenly Luo Prefecture!"

In everyone's impression, as long as one is in the same group as a disciple of Tianluo Prefecture, it's equivalent to directly advancing.

Ye Bufan reached out and grabbed a small ball in his hand. The energy wrapped around it immediately vanished, revealing a white ball with a striking inscription:

He couldn't help but smile slightly. He didn't expect to actually catch ball number one, and he wondered who had the black ball numbered one in their hands.

And just then, a gasp came from beside him: "Oh my goodness, I actually caught number one!"

Ye Bufan turned his head and saw that Hu YaoYao was holding a small black ball in her hand, with the character "yi" written on it.

His lips twitched involuntarily. They were paired off right at the start of the battle, which was an incredibly low probability.

I originally wanted to show them what we're capable of, but before we even started fighting, we suffered internal conflict and lost one of our own.

At this moment, Hu Yaya also saw the white ball in his hand. She was taken aback at first, and then excitedly shouted.

"Little brother, it seems we were truly destined to be together. Even the draw put us in the same group."

This lottery system was very efficient, and soon Bai Li Xing Kong began announcing the battle pairings.

"Ring Number One, Tianluo Prefecture, Ye Bufan from Shuimu University vs. Hu Yayao from Shuimu University…"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in an uproar.

"Holy crap, how did they end up together That's too coincidental!"

"What is Suimu University I've never heard of it before."

"My God, two people from Tianluo Prefecture drew together What a waste! Give me one..."

"Wow, Luozhou's luck is amazing today! They were originally going to get nothing, but now they actually got a point. This is pure dumb luck!"

These people shook their heads and sighed, all feeling that the Heavenly Demon State had gotten a great deal in this draw.

In fact, Ye Bufan was extremely dissatisfied. With Hu YaoYao's current cultivation at its peak, as long as she didn't encounter the core disciples of those nine-star sects, winning would not be difficult.

After all, out of these one hundred people, there are less than thirty who can truly reach the Void Core Stage.

But whether you're happy or not, the dice have been rolled and the results can't be changed.

"Silence!"

Bai Li walked a hundred steps and said with a low voice. The scene returned to calm, and he continued reading the list.

"Platform Two, Cold Autumn of the Hanshan Sword Sect from Tiansheng Prefecture against Wang Chuan of Lingxiao Academy from Tianmang Prefecture."

After this result came out, there was again a wave of boos in the audience.

Just now I thought the two people from Tiānluó Zhōu were too lucky, but now I think that Wang Chuan, the disciple of Língxiāo Xiàn, is really unlucky.

Facing the highest contender for the championship, the renowned Han Jianxian, right from the start.

At this moment, Wang Chuan's face turned extremely dark. He couldn't help but curse his own luck as being incredibly bad; if he had known this would happen, he should have prayed to the Buddha more last night.

"Platform Number Three, Tianluo Prefecture Shumu University Jiang Fangzhou versus Tiansheng Prefecture Cangfeng Academy Zhao Kai..."

"Platform Number Four, Tianwu Prefecture's Jijianmen Duan Rui versus Tianmang Prefecture's Yinmen Yin Li..."

Li Bai walked onto the stage and, in one breath, read out the names of the top ten teams. The crowd erupted again, some cheering, some sighing, some kicking their feet and pounding their chests.

"The player whose name has been called please come to the stage, the competition begins!"

At the command, the twenty contestants who participated in the top ten matches walked onto the stage one after another.

Hu Yaya directly hooked her arm onto Ye Bufan's, the two of them didn't look like contestants at all, more like a couple going shopping, strolling hand in hand towards the stage.

Originally the weakest team, Tianluo Prefecture wasn't much noticed. But after this, they immediately became the most eye-catching presence in the entire arena.

"Who are these two Is this a competition or a dating show"

"What are they wearing, with 'Sumiyoshi University' written on it What is this I've never heard of it before…"

"This is outrageous! Who is this kid To have such a beautiful woman..."

There was much discussion among the crowd, some were amazed, some envious, some jealous, and some indignant.

But there was no doubt about it, this entrance directly stole the spotlight from all the other members present, and even Han Jianxian's Cold Qingqiu had much less attention.

On the seat of Tianmang Prefecture, Wangchen looked over from behind his mask, his eyes fixed on the four characters "Shuimu University" embroidered on Ye Bufan's chest.

For some reason, both the name and the man evoked a sense of familiarity within her. However, she searched her memory thoroughly and confirmed that there was no such place as Muye University.y, I'll let you taste what it's like to be oppressed!"He had been in the Kunlun fairyland for so long, but he still couldn't find his way back. He was already seething with anger.And the Wang family b...