While Gu Lan was in seclusion to comprehend, the competition among all races was still going on.
In the finals, the seven races in the God Realm showed overwhelming strength.
Except for the strongest saint son and saint, the other disciples are at the lowest level and at the late stage of the saint level. Their strength is unfathomable. They also have imperial weapons to match. They are not existences that ordinary monks can match.
One of these things chilled the hearts of all the disciples in the human world.
That is the disciples of the Fire Tribe. I don’t know if it is because they lost to Lanyan Academy, but they particularly hate the disciples of the forces in the human world.
As long as there is an opportunity, each of these Fire Tribe disciples will be ruthless in the ring, hoping to put their opponents to death.
The finals had only lasted two days, and many disciples from the human world had died at the hands of Fire Tribe disciples.
In addition, the forces of the divine realm that rely on the Fire Tribe will also attack the forces of the human realm.
I don't know if the other forces had agreed in advance, but they chose the same method in a tacit understanding, targeting various forces in the human world.
"I didn't expect that even if I tried my best to enter the finals, I would still have to become a stepping stone for others, and I might not even be able to save my life. This competition between ten thousand races... is too unfair!"
"In the next battle, I will face the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe. Even if I am afraid that I cannot win, I will bite him to the death and make him pay the price with his blood, in order to comfort my little junior sister's spirit in heaven!"
Under the ring, a senior brother from a force in the human world looked coldly in the direction of Lu Bei, the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe.
On the first day of the finals, his junior sister unfortunately encountered Lu Bei. She was ready to surrender, but Lu Bei took the first step and hit her, which ultimately led to his junior sister's death.
The little junior sister was the true love in his heart. How could he not hate that he died like this?
So, this talented monk in the human world stepped onto the ring.
Today is the third day of the finals. He wants to avenge his junior sister and prove something to the God Realm.
"Monks in the human world are no worse than monks in the divine world!"
With such determination, he stood on one side of the ring without hesitation and faced Lu Bei, the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe.
When the battle began, he directly activated his strongest magical power.
He shed tears, imagining the gentlest appearance of his little junior sister, and threw the strongest punch in his life!
"That's it?"
Lu Bei, the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe, smiled disdainfully, held a ball of flame in one hand, crossed his hands in the air, and created a huge flame lotus.
The lotus flower bloomed in the air and hit the monk from the human world who was swinging his fist.
With a loud bang, the flame lotus exploded.
"I thought he was so powerful, but like all the monks in the human world, he is a useless waste!"
Lu Bei snorted coldly, turned and left.
He did not look at the explosion in the sky, but looked down the stage, towards the direction of the disciples of Lanyan Academy.
There, Xiao Yan happened to look over, and their eyes met in the air and intersected.
For a moment, Lu Bei felt as if he had returned to that day again, that day in the Tower of Fire.
In that day's battle, he lost half a move to Xiao Yan, causing the Fire Tribe to lose its first place position.
Losing to a monk in the human world was the most humiliating defeat in his life, and he couldn't accept it.
"Next time, I will kill you!"
Lu Bei looked at Xiao Yan coldly and made mouth gestures, his eyes revealing cold murderous intent.
"Arrogant fool!"
Xiao Yan also responded with his mouth.
However, at this moment, before Lu Bei could reply, there was a burst of wind in his ears!
boom!
A pitch-black fist hit his head hard at an incredible speed.
Lu Bei didn't react at all. He was knocked to the ground and his whole head was deformed.
The injury was not serious, but it was very embarrassing.
His eyes turned red instantly, and he wanted to cut the man into pieces, but just when he was about to do it, the black figure who attacked him fell straight to the ground.
"The Yan Clan Lu Bei wins!"
The voice of the referee of the Ten Thousand Races Competition came out.
Lu Bei tilted his head, his neck was thick with anger, and he didn't even want to let go of the man's body, but in the end he didn't dare to take action.
Even if he is the Holy Son of the Flame Clan, he still has to give the referee some face.
"snort!"
"Just treat it like a mad dog took a bite. It's not the first time anyway."
Lu Bei snorted coldly and glanced at the audience again, but did not see Xiao Yan among the disciples of Lanyan Academy.
At this time, the game between Xiao Yan and his opponent has also begun.
His opponent was a disciple of the Wind Clan.
Facing the Feng Clan, Xiao Yan was still kind and polite.
It is not a secret in Lanyan Academy that the dean of his family knows the Goddess of the Wind Clan.
And the disciple of the Wind Clan was also very kind.
After the two sides greeted each other, they quickly started fighting together.
The cultivation levels of both sides are almost the same, and the competition is about the mastery of skills and magical powers.
The magical powers of the Wind Clan are extremely destructive, while Xiao Yan's magical powers of Confucianism and Taoism are ever-changing.
The two of them were going back and forth, and the fight was very exciting.
This kind of exciting duel had never appeared in the finals of the previous two days, so it quickly attracted many forces to stop and watch.
"In my opinion, the Lanyan Academy disciples will lose if they can't survive ten rounds. The Wind Clan's Divine Wind Slayer not only hurts the body, but also hurts the soul. For such a long time, the Lanyan Academy disciples will lose. It’s impossible to persist.”
"That's not necessarily true. I think Xiao Yan's soul has not been damaged. He might have some treasure that can protect his soul. The final result is still open to question."
"Even if he can withstand Feng Zhishang, he can't win. That Wind Clan disciple is the strongest disciple sent by the Wind Clan this time, and he still has all the magical powers at the bottom of the box that he hasn't used yet."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Most people were optimistic about the Wind Clan disciples and did not have much hope that Xiao Yan could win.
After all, as far as the situation is concerned, it seems that Xiao Yan is indeed at a disadvantage.
The game was so exciting that all the Lanyan Academy disciples were also very immersed in watching it.
Hearing the discussion around him, someone suddenly turned around and asked: "Mo Li, what do you think?"
Hearing this, everyone else looked over.
Obviously at this time, they also really want to know the opinions of their classmates who are proficient in the art of Tianji.
Mo Li: "..."
"What do I think? Xiao Yan's strength is slightly inferior to that of the Wind Clan disciples. The historical celebrities summoned this time are not strong enough, so they will always be at a disadvantage."
"But he is Xiao Yan. His strength is more than that. He definitely has hidden cards that are useless."
"More importantly, this guy used the imperial weapons given by the dean. What do you think? Do you think Xiao Yan has any reason to lose after using the imperial weapons given by the dean?"
"It does make sense!"
Upon hearing this, all the Lanyan Academy disciples nodded in approval.
Someone even patted Mo Yan on the shoulder and praised him: "Good analysis."
Just as the Lanyan Academy disciples were relaxing in their discussion, the situation on the arena quietly changed.
