Cang Haiyan
More and more people are entering.
The disciples of the Holy Academy were the first batch to come to the competition area, followed closely by the remaining fifty disciples from the major forces of the Dongzhou Human Race.
Familiar people greet each other.
The second batch came with a hundred young foreign disciples, all with green eyes. The men were wearing clothes that exposed their left arms, while the women were wearing spliced clothes that exposed their abdomens and thin waists.
Among them, Yunzheng saw Amuta Kongye, Amuta Zixi and Ximorsa Luling walking at the forefront of the team.
The last group of young disciples who came in were the people from the Yin clan.
The leader was a tall man with a jade crown and handsome facial features. This man was none other than Li Ye, the first genius of the Yin tribe.
After everyone waited for the participating disciples to enter, various discussions began to sound around them.
Feng Xinglan sat next to Yunzheng. He glanced at the alien team and the hermit team. He felt a little wary in his heart. He turned his head and said to Yunzheng: "They are stronger than imagined, and there are those with Lingjun's cultivation level." There are dozens of them, but our human race only has more than a dozen, so the situation is very bad."
Yunzheng nodded, agreeing very much.
They came prepared, so of course they won't be weak!
Mu Yin was sitting behind Yunzheng. He came over and asked, "Are we competing in an arena competition this time?"
Yunzheng shook his head: "I don't know about this, because the ones who played the game this time are the big shots from Zhongling Continent."
Mo Jing frowned, "The group competition will take a long time."
While they were discussing, others were discussing the same issue or observing what was going on in the opposing camps.
At this time, a harsh and taunting voice came from the alien team: "I didn't expect that this human race is so weak. It can take down any cat or dog!"
"That's right, the human race in Dongzhou is really in decline!"
"I'm not saying that, I don't think they can get a hundred places, and then send some cats and dogs to come out to the bottom, hahaha..."
"Hahaha……"
Most of the young disciples of the alien race burst into laughter, looking at the human race team with contempt and disdain.
The young disciples of the Yin clan team also laughed.
The Dongzhou human race team stared angrily at the foreign race and the hermit race. What's more, they were so angry that the veins on their necks became clear.
As the strongest disciple in the human race, Lan Yichen was also given important responsibilities by the major forces. He raised his head, his light blue hair swaying slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Ignore them!"
"But..." Just endure it with such frustration? !
All the human race disciples felt very aggrieved!
But the foreigners' mocking of them is not unreasonable. They are really much weaker here.
The friends of the Fengyun Team were quite calm. They were used to being ridiculed by suspicion and were used to it.
When the young disciples from the foreign and hidden races saw this, they felt that the human race was so cowardly that they didn't even dare to say anything back. It was really...
Vulnerable.
And in the audience on the other side.
At the top of the auditorium of the three major camps, from left to right, are the king of the alien race, Amuta Golden Crow, the leaders of the major forces in the East Continent, the heads of the eight major families of the Yin tribe, and the clan elders.
The leaders of the major forces in East Continent include Song Ji and the five vice presidents, the emperors of the three superpowers, the presidents of the four major alliances, the leader of the Blue Sky Mercenary Group, and the representatives of the World's First Floor and Lingtian Auction. ——Bai Ling, Lord of the Black Market.
The eight major families of the Yin tribe are - Li family, Mu family, Liu family, Feng family, Long family, Jiang family, Nalan family and Zong family.
The bosses sitting at the top are all cultivated by Ling Emperor.
Don’t be angry and be proud!
At this time——
"I heard that there are many talented people in Dongzhou. Why don't you, Dean Song, tell us about them?"
The king of the foreign race, Amuta Jinwu, who was not very proficient in speaking human language, looked sideways at the powerful people in Dongzhou and said.
Before Dongzhou could respond, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a Chinese character face on the other side also smiled and echoed:
"Yes, our Yin tribe has not been born for a long time, but we have also heard that Dongzhou's current geniuses have captured a lot of them. I wonder if the juniors of our Yin tribe can resist them?"
The hearts of the powerful people in Eastern Continent suddenly sank.
The two clans clearly knew about the situation of Dongzhou Tianjiao...
He also deliberately asked, isn't this the connotation that they are the genius of Dongzhou?
Dean Song half-smiled and said, "Since you all want to know, I wouldn't mind answering it for you."
"Our Holy Academy disciple Lan Yichen's current cultivation level is infinitely close to that of the Spirit Emperor. He is still suppressing himself from breaking through. Alas..."
The tone contained regret, helplessness and unspeakable pride.
When Amuta Jinwu heard this, the smile on his face became a little less, and the black and voluptuous flower on the right side of his face seemed to be ferocious with a trace of black energy.
The expression on the face of Patriarch Mu, who had the Chinese character for speaking just now, also froze.
Lan Yichen seemed to be only twenty-five years old, and he was already on the verge of reaching the Spirit Emperor level. Such talent and strength were so promising!
Among the young disciples of the foreign and hidden races, none has yet broken through the strength of the Spirit Emperor!
Originally he was belittling the genius of the human race openly and secretly, but now Song Ji...
Counterattack an army!
The faces of the eight chiefs of the Yin tribe and the elders all turned slightly darker.
The faces of the powerful people in Eastern Continent also showed a smile.
Bai Ling, who was wearing a white brocade robe, twirled a feather fan in his hand, and then sat with a contented expression on his face, feeling as if he was looking down and playing with all living beings.
Inadvertently, when some people see Bai Ling's carefree appearance, they can't help but complain in their hearts, how cool!
In fact, all the big guys in Dongzhou are very afraid of him.
Because they vaguely knew that the Bai Ling Zun was from Zhongling Continent!
Bai Ling shook his white feather fan and yawned out of boredom, thinking, why hasn't Rong Shuo come yet?
If he doesn't come, the game won't be possible!
Xu said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.
Suddenly, ten rays of terrifying coercion descended, suffocating everyone present, and some of the weakest people even vomited blood.
Looking up in horror, he saw ten people in white clothes descending from the sky. Three of them were old men with the most terrifying auras.
The remaining seven people seemed to be of different ages. The oldest looked like a middle-aged man, and the youngest looked like a young disciple of the Holy Academy.
I saw the three old men headed by Taoist immortals waving their sleeves with a cold face, and the terrifying power in their bodies was restrained.
The other seven people also put away their pressure!
Everyone was shocked. Is this the strong man from Zhongling Continent? !
Just a small amount of pressure can make people's hearts palpitate!
It’s not just as simple as the Ling Emperor’s cultivation!
"Swish, swish, swish", the people of the three major tribes all stood up and wanted to salute the ten people, but the next moment——
Their pupils shrank suddenly.
I saw two people suddenly appearing above the central seat. Both of them were wearing masks. One of them had a majestic and terrifying aura that could not be ignored!
