Ye Chen said: "Clan leader, how long have I been sleeping? How was the game?"
Fen Tiangang said: "It's not yet the second day of the competition. The day's competition will determine the top twelve. This is the list. Take a look."
Then he threw a scroll to Ye Chen and said, "Can your current body be able to participate in tomorrow's game?"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "No problem, patriarch, don't worry."
Fen Tiangang nodded, said nothing, and went out.
Ye Chen looked at the scroll in his hand. Among the top twelve, there were four left from the Lingying Clan and four from the Saint Clan. Song Tianning was eliminated, as well as himself, Liu Ming, Long Xuan, and a genius from the Lingfeng Clan.
The top twelve are almost a battle between the Tiansheng and Tianying clans!
Ye Chen breathed out gently. His state had not yet reached its peak. After looking at the scroll, he casually threw it aside, sat cross-legged, and began to refine the potion with all his strength. He must win the first place in the competition. one!
Tianchi, he must enter the Divine Blood Pool!
Early the next morning, Ye Chen followed Fen Tiangang to the conference venue. The rules of the third round were still the same as the second round. The challenge was drawn by lots. This time Ye Chen was lucky and got third place.
The first and second place were respectively a person from the Lingying Clan and a person from the Saint Clan.
Under the auspices of the burly old man, the people from the Tianying clan boarded the bluestone arena. To Ye Chen's surprise, this man actually challenged a young man from the same clan with an unnatural smile on his face.
As soon as the two took the stage, the challenger gave in.
The young man named Zhong You was promoted directly.
The Saint's challenger followed the same example and challenged the young man named Sun Yang, but also immediately gave up.
The audience seemed to be accustomed to this.
Ye Chen also suddenly realized that these two people must be the strongest among the Tianying and Tiansheng clans. Now among the top twelve, no contestant is easy to deal with.
Rather than taking the risk of competing with them for a spot, it is better to ensure that the strongest genius of the clan advances.
On the one hand, these two geniuses have not been exhausted by the competition and can ensure that they are at their peak when competing for the top three. On the other hand, they also avoid excessive exposure of their strength.
On the contrary, it is extremely beneficial for them to observe their opponents in the next battle.
After all, even if they win against these opponents on the field, they will still pay some price and affect tomorrow's game.
The first two games ended quickly, and it was finally time for Ye Chen to take the stage to challenge.
The burly old man looked at Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, who do you want to challenge?"
Ye Chen's eyes glanced over Liu Ming and Long Xuan. Naturally, he had no idea of challenging his fellow sects right now. People from the Xuanyue Sect, the higher their ranking in the martial arts competition, the better.
Finally, Ye Chen's eyes fell on a member of the Saint Clan and he said, "I want to challenge this person."
The audience, and even the contestant, showed surprised expressions. In their minds, Ye Chen would definitely challenge the genius of the Lingfeng tribe, but he challenged the god?
The challenged Saint Clan genius heard this and his face darkened. Challenge him, but not the Lingfeng Clan person?
Does it mean that in Ye Chen's opinion, he is weaker than the genius of the Lingfeng clan?
This is simply an insult to the gods!
At this time, although the audience was talking a lot, no one dared to mock Ye Chen anymore. Ye Chen had already proven his strength. There must be a reason why he chose to challenge the Saints.
Ye Chen didn't care so much, he simply felt that the genius of the Lingfeng clan was stronger than this person.
For Ye Chen, he prefers to believe in his own feelings rather than the so-called divine descendants.
Those are just false names.
Ye Chen never judges a person by his reputation!
Both sides stepped onto the bluestone arena, and the burly old man announced: "Ye Chen from the Burning Sky Clan, yes, Sun Ting from the Saint Clan, the game begins!"
One side is the genius of the god, and the other side is the Xuan Yue Sect disciple who has shown great strength. This competition is enough to excite the audience. As soon as it starts, deafening shouts erupt.
Sun Ting stared at Ye Chen and said, "You challenge me, why?"
He is a noble descendant of God, how dare anyone dare to challenge him?
Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "Do I need any more reason to challenge you?"
Sun Ting looked at Ye Chen's indifferent expression and said, "Do you know that there are two tribes in the hidden land, which are extremely special existences?"
Ye Chen looked at him playfully and said, "A divine descendant?"
Sun Ting's expression became increasingly gloomy, "You know? Since you know, you still challenge me?"
Ye Chen looked at Sun Ting's arrogant eyes and suddenly smiled, with a bit of disdain:
"What bullshit god descendant, in my eyes, is just a false name. The reason why I challenge you is very simple. You are weaker than the genius of the Lingfeng clan.
In fact, among the remaining contestants on the field, you are the weakest!
So I challenge you. After all, my body has not yet returned to its peak condition. Before the next game, I want to reduce my consumption, so naturally I have to challenge you, a weakling. "
Sun Ting's eyes widened, bloodshot, and he roared:
"You not only insulted me, but also insulted the name of my divine descendant? When I trample you under my feet, I wonder if your mouth will regret saying such words."
Ye Chen smiled and said: "Stop talking nonsense and let's get started."
Sun Ting roared loudly, his figure flashed, and at the same time, a punching intention containing an extremely ferocious aura filled the martial arts conference venue.
"Barbarian Dragon Fist!"
Following Sun Ting's shout, a dragon-like fist seal that looked extremely ferocious and savage roared towards Ye Chen.
Sun Ting is also a genius who has suppressed his cultivation at the peak of Hedao!
Ye Chen looked at the roaring wild dragon, his expression remained unchanged, he stretched his body, moved to a certain direction to avoid it, and hit it with a punch at the same time.
Ye Chen did not use all his strength. His hands had not fully recovered. If he used all his strength now, the injury might be aggravated.
The power Ye Chen used was even a bit worse than Sun Ting's.
Feeling the power in Ye Chen's fist seal that was weaker than his own, Sun Ting showed an arrogant smile and looked at Ye Chen mockingly.
Sun Yang also said that this guy is very strong, huh, just this little strength?
That's fine, I'll clean up this garbage right here. Maybe I'll have a chance to win third place in the competition and be qualified to enter Tianchi!
The moment the two collided, Sun Ting's smile froze.
A layer of golden light like water waves rippled above Ye Chen's fist seal!
Impact, shock, the ripple-like golden light instantly penetrated into the wild dragon fist seal and rippled.
The next moment, the Savage Dragon Fist Seal was instantly torn apart by the weaker Tiger Wolf Fist Seal!
Boom!
Sun Ting punched several times before destroying the golden fist seal.
He gasped and stared at Ye Chen, why!
His punch is obviously weaker than mine, but why is it me who loses!
Sun Yang in the stands shook his head slightly and said: "Sun Ting, now you know why I said Ye Chen is scary, right? You are no match for him."
Ye Chen smiled and said: "Is this the so-called descendant of the gods? You have too poor control over your power. I advise you to be like that Zhong Hanming and break through the realm of creation now.
Otherwise, even if I suppress my strength, you will not be able to survive three moves in my hands. "
"You are not qualified to let me do my best."
The plain voice resounded!
This is Ye Chen’s qualification!
(End of chapter)
