Wanjian Mountain Road is surrounded by green vegetation and is filled with extremely abundant spiritual energy.
"This is really a suitable place for practice."
All the disciples were secretly shocked, their eyes showing shock.
Soon, under the leadership of Yun Qingyuan, everyone arrived at the top of Wanjian Mountain. The next moment, the atmosphere also changed.
Yun Qingyuan frowned and looked unnatural when he saw a familiar person. A middle-aged man came slowly.
Some of the old disciples of Xuanfu stared at him closely when they saw him. This was Zou Tian, the dean of Xuanfu.
Wrinken Tian was dressed in a golden mysterious robe, and just by raising his hands and breathing, he could make people feel an aura of calmness and authority.
Wongtian glanced at every disciple in the Xuan Palace who was participating in the competition, and said with a smile: "Dean Yun, I haven't seen you for a year, how are you doing lately."
Some of the disciples felt a sense of suffocation when they felt this gaze. Only an inconspicuous young man in the corner caught Wuxian's attention.
When Wongtian looked at the young man, Chen Yu also happened to look at him, but soon he put his gaze away.
"Interesting, interesting." Wuxian whispered.
Yun Qingyuan stared at Wuxian and said, "Dean Wrinkle, you don't need to worry too much about this, just take care of yourself!"
The atmosphere became tense during the conversation between the two sides, and the disciples on both sides secretly fought with each other, even a look would make them more tense.
After a brief confrontation, the two sides returned to their own planes, waiting for the start of the competition. Before that, there were still some highly respected and powerful elders who had not yet arrived.
"Hahaha, one year really flies by in a blink of an eye."
A hearty laugh came from not far away.
As the voice fell, a white-haired middle-aged man walked out. Behind him, there were several old men with white hair and beards. They were dressed in uniform golden robes, and their strength was unpredictable. Headed by a young man.
Chen Yu took a closer look and realized that the man was the third-floor captain who had appeared on Yunzhou a year ago.
Wan Qingsan also noticed Chen Yu immediately, nodded to him gently, and led a group of elders to his position.
The next moment, many powerful people with status moved closer to him, all hoping to get a chance. After all, Wan Pavilion's status and location were no less than those of the Immortal Palace and the Xuan Palace.
As some characters arrived one after another, the competition began, the atmosphere suddenly became intense, and the crowd gradually became heated.
For the sake of a certain level of fairness, a group of highly respected cultivators must be invited to each competition, in order to avoid refusing to admit defeat or fabricating facts.
And these invited viewers will not be bound by the school to a certain extent, and it is precisely for this reason that they are the ones being invited.
An old man in golden robes from Wan Pavilion walked up to the stage and said slowly: "We will make some reforms this time. There will be no deadly battles on the battlefield. If there is, all cultivation will be abolished. You will not be allowed to join any sect and Academy.”
"If you insist on having a life-and-death battle, you can choose to enter the ancient secret realm. At that time, life or death has nothing to do with anyone."
After saying this, the whole place suddenly burst into excitement.
In this way, it not only solves the problem of insufficient disciples entering the ancient secret realm in each session, but also increases the number of places for the school to enter the secret realm.
Every year, what students wait for is this day, when they enter the secret realm to obtain secret treasures and improve their strength.
Some of the disciples in the audience began to regret not participating in this competition and sighed softly.
The old man in golden robe continued: "Both sides can send thirty disciples to fight. Each disciple will get a token and choose his opponent based on the token. Remember, there must be no desperate fight on the stage. If Discover it, drive it out of Wanjian Mountain, and never be protected by anyone again."
When the golden-robed old man repeated these words again, some disciples who still had a sense of luck interrupted their thoughts completely.
But in this case, the only way is to work hard to enter the secret realm, where, regardless of life or death, not only will no one know about it, but you can be unscrupulous.
At this time, a white light flashed in the hands of each disciple participating in the competition, and a token appeared. This was the token used to choose his opponent.
Chen Yu looked at his token, which read 0821.
Chen Tianlei saw this and said, "Junior Brother Chen, there are ten battle platforms in Fubi. The first two digits are the serial number of your own platform, and the last two digits are the number."
"Both sides have sent a total of thirty disciples, and two of them will get exactly the same token. If they win, the next game will be disrupted, and a new round will continue until there are only ten people left."
As an old disciple who had participated in previous years, Chen Tianlei explained it clearly to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu looked around and saw that there were ten platforms in total. According to his number, he walked towards platform number eight.
When I went to platform No. 8, no opponent appeared. After about half a while, a young man came on the stage. His eyes showed disdain and he stared at Chen Yu sarcastically.
"Zhao Shan?" Chen Yu recognized this young man. He provoked him in Guiyuan City and was beaten to pieces.
Zhao Shan was quite surprised by Chen Yu's appearance, and said with a smile: "Isn't this the eldest young master of the Chen family? What a coincidence, today I will wash away the shame of that day."
He originally thought of returning to Guiyuan City to challenge him in a duel in a year. It would be best if he could find an opportunity to kill him, but now that he was delivered to his door by himself, he was overjoyed.
"The defeated generals under my command will only be defeated generals under my command after all." Chen Yu said calmly.
Zhao Shan was only in the early stage of Breaking Breath Realm and was completely vulnerable to Chen Yu. Chen Yu did not trust him at all.
"Senior Brother Zhao, cripple him. The disciples of Xuanfu are really arrogant. Their abilities are not great, but their tone is not."
"Yes, destroy him."
"Brother Chen Yu, come on." Manfen cheered from the audience.
Zhao Xiao stared at Chen Yu coldly, already knowing the victory in his heart.
Chen Yu shook his head helplessly, "If you want to take action, act quickly, don't waste our time."
Zhao Shan's face turned livid, and he rushed out, punching Chen Yu's face with both fists.
Since you can't kill people on the field, you can always be disabled.
Facing the two fists that were as powerful as tigers, Chen Yu didn't need to draw his sword at all. Just as he was approaching, he flashed and suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Zhao Shan's expression changed and he panicked for a moment. He immediately turned around and shot towards Chen Yu's location.
boom!
Chen Yu leaned back and dodged easily, but a huge crater was smashed directly on the spot, causing flying sand and rocks to fly.
Zhao Shan didn't expect Chen Yu to be so fast, and he was a little angry, "You loser, what else can you do except hide and hide?"
Zhao Shan stood up and stared at Chen Yu, clenching his fists tightly, and traces of shadows condensed from the center of his fists.
"Senior Brother Zhao actually used this move. It seems that we won this battle." A disciple from the Immortal Mansion exclaimed, somewhat surprised.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shan's lips curled up, feeling very proud.
After a year of training, Tiger Fist has reached its peak, and with the help of skillful use of this martial art, he has successfully gained a foothold in the Immortal Mansion.
Today, he will use this move to beat Chen Yu to death and be disabled for life. This will relieve the hatred in his heart.
"Tiger Fist!"
Zhao Shan made a low explosion, like a ferocious tiger ready to attack, and pounced on Chen Yu, with two fierce and powerful tiger shadows gathering on his fists.
Chen Yu smiled faintly, used Ben Lei, and disappeared in an instant.
As soon as Zhao Shan's expression dropped to freezing point, he suddenly felt a cold feeling behind his back and wanted to turn around to resist, but it was already too late.
Bang!
Chen Yu punched Zhao Shan in the abdomen, and the powerful impact knocked him off the platform and landed hard on the ground.
Zhao Shan was in shock. He never expected that he would lose to Chen Yu, and it was so effortless.
But a defeat was a defeat, and he couldn't continue to take action, otherwise he would not be able to bear the consequences.
He stood up in embarrassment, his face extremely pale. To be precise, it was because he could not accept being defeated by Chen Yu and gritted his teeth.
Chen Yu, however, didn't even look at him and walked straight off the stage, waiting for the next game.
On the elder stage of the Immortal Mansion, an old man stared at Chen Yu closely, with undisguised shock in his eyes.
How can this be!
The old man was Elder Bai who refused Chen Yu to enter the Immortal Mansion. He would never believe that a young man who could not even gather his spiritual points had grown to this point.
You know, this has only been less than a year.
In addition to shock, there was more regret in his eyes, and there was even a hint of resentment and danger.
Since they are not from his Immortal Palace, they are undoubtedly their opponents. There is only one result, and that is to prevent them from continuing to grow.
Chen Yu also caught sight of Elder Bai of the Immortal Mansion among the crowd. After only a brief moment, he put away his gaze and walked to another platform.
At this moment, it was Chen Tianlei who was competing with a disciple from the Immortal Mansion. Both sides were very strong.
"It's actually Qiu Tu. I heard that he reached the middle stage of Breaking Breath Realm a year ago."
"Chen Tianlei, as the disciple representative of Xuanfu, is certainly not too weak."
Chen Tianlei stood tall and elegant, his white robe billowing in the wind, and his aura was like that of a scholar who has read many scriptures. He stared at the other person with an expression that was indifferent and calm.
Qiu Tuxiao stared at Chen Tianlei sideways. He was short and thin, and his smile made people feel a little uneasy.
"Hehe, come on, you losers of Xuanfu." Qiu Tu's eyes were sharp, and he rushed towards Chen Tianlei with his legs. Two sharp claws suddenly appeared on his arms, and he grabbed hard.
Chen Tianlei suddenly drew his sword and struck out with one strike.
The two sides collided, sparking fire. Qiu Tu retreated and suddenly jumped into the air. An invisible and domineering force gathered his sharp claws and dug into the air at Chen Tianlei.
Two invisible attacks rushed towards Chen Tianlei quickly, and layers of air explosions erupted wherever they passed.
Chen Tianlei stood with his sword in hand. Faced with this extremely powerful blow, he advanced without retreating, releasing a landslide and tsunami momentum all over his body.
boom!
A figure flew out upside down, and all the disciples in the audience were dumbfounded. Even the elders from both sides were staring at Chen Tianlei's platform.
"What did you just say?"
"Who lost?"
