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In the central square, although the competition has not yet begun, the crowd outside the venue is bustling and the atmosphere is very fiery. The senior officials of the major sects above the city tower, as well as the emperor Chu Tianyang, are all there, seeming to be waiting for the competition. Start.
"Brother Song, you came so early too?"
His eyes scanned the crowd, and finally landed on a familiar figure. It was Song Shilun of the Song family, and Fei Ren flew to him the next moment.
"Brother Fei."
Seeing Fei Ren coming, Song Shilun also turned around, his face immediately turned grim, and then he grinned.
"How's it going? Did you advance?"
After nodding, Fei Ren asked.
After defeating Li Yunfeng yesterday, he did not stay in the central square, and naturally he did not know the outcome of Song Shilun's next battle.
"I'm a bit unlucky, I met a ruthless character..."
Faced with Fei Ren's provocation, Song Shilun's expression froze at first, and then he shook his head in embarrassment and sighed. It seemed that he had a bad start yesterday and did not advance to the rematch on the second day of the World Heroes Conference.
"How could this happen...?" Fei Ren exclaimed, a little surprised.
After all, there were more than 500 contestants in the preliminary round on the first day, each with varying strengths, and the other party’s Yuanli cultivation was at the second level of the high star realm. As long as they did not run into the elite disciples of the three ninth-grade sects and Prince Chu Nine stars, logically speaking, this first day of preliminary competition is stable and can advance.
However, the Song Shilun in front of him was still eliminated. In addition to his lack of personal strength, he may have been unlucky because he met a strong opponent right from the start.
"Brother, your cultivation level at the second level of the high star realm is no match for you. Your opponent's strength is at least comparable to that of a third level warrior at the high star realm..."
"What's that guy's background?"
Fei Ren reached out and touched his chin, and said again.
Although Song Shilun was eliminated, he didn't want to comfort him. After all, the world of warriors has always been one of jungle and strong. Every warrior who participated in the World Heroes Conference was not an ordinary person. No matter how much he said without strength, he would look pale.
"Gu Qingmu, the number one genius in Tengwang Pavilion...!"
Gritting his teeth, Song Shilun was unwilling to accept it.
Originally, with his cultivation at the second level of the high star realm, coupled with the martial arts and trump cards in his hand, he was not afraid of the same level warriors at all. He could even compete with the third level high star realm warriors. However, God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. Calculate.
On the first day of the preliminary round, we drew a ruthless guy like Gu Qingmu. Not only was the opponent the number one genius in Tengwang Pavilion, he was also very powerful and had reached the sixth level of Star Realm. It was rare for a warrior of the same level to meet his opponent, let alone Song Shilun in front of him. Only those with a mere cultivation level of the second level of the High Star Realm are naturally invincible to the opponent.
"It turns out it was him..."
After the words fell, Fei Ren also took it for granted. Since he met Gu Qingmu, he could only admit that he was unlucky. Not to mention that the Song Shilun in front of him only had the cultivation level of the second level of the high star realm. Even if his cultivation level reached the first level, it would definitely not be the same. Gu Qingmu’s opponent.
After all, not all warriors are like Fei Ren, possessing a series of chance treasures such as the Immortal Refining Cauldron, the Green Dragon Halberd, and the Qiankun Bagua Flag, and they also practice the legendary ninth-level skills.
"Brother, it seems you are really unlucky."
Thinking of this, Fei Ren also joked.
"It's okay. Anyway, I don't really want to come to the World Heroes Conference. However, my old man insists on asking me to come over, just to practice my skills... And it's not a loss for me to be able to fight against the first genius of Prince Teng Pavilion... "
"On the contrary, Brother Fei, you have a good chance of reaching the top of the rankings. With your strength, brother, these people are no match for you!"
Now that the road to promotion is ruined, Song Shilun is very open-minded. He also scratches his head and chuckles. He seems to have expected it and is very confident in Fei Ren in front of him.
After all, in the princess's palace, Fei Ren's strong strength also amazed everyone, and even attracted Princess Chu Qian of Lu Yuan to personally stop it. Although Song Shilun did not know the final outcome of this battle, but based on this record alone, for Convenience is enough to gain his respect.
"I hope so..."
Hearing this, Fei Ren didn't feel confident, so he also smiled faintly.
At the same time, the competition finally officially begins!
After the first day of preliminary competition, there are almost more than 200 warriors who have advanced to the semi-finals. And unlike the first day of preliminary competition, in the semi-finals, each contestant must win three games in a row before they can advance. Three days of finals.
"It's not difficult to win three games in a row..."
With his fists clenched under his sleeves, Fei Ren jumped out the next moment, and then came to the big man in military robes who was in charge of the referee. Just like the rules of yesterday's preliminary round, the opponents in the rematch also drew numbers.
"Number eighty-eight, this number is quite auspicious."
Looking at the numbered ball in his hand, Fei Ren grinned. According to the rules, his next opponent would be No. 89, and after winning, he would need to redraw the numbers twice. Although it was a bit troublesome, it was fair and just.
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After a while, all the numbers were drawn, and the first competition officially started!
I saw two figures facing each other in the central square. The two sides were two young geniuses from the imperial city. One of them had a handsome face and held a spiritual treasure weapon similar to a folding fan in his left hand. His expression was serious and he was wearing The fluctuation of Yuanli has also reached the third level of high star realm.
"Imperial City Zhou Family, Zhou Yafu..."
A strong wind was blowing across the field, and the young genius was also making slight moves towards his opponent not far away, with a tentative tone.
He comes from the Zhou family, a top power in the imperial city, and is a direct descendant of the Zhou family. However, the opponent is also not weak. His Yuanli cultivation has reached the third level of the high star realm, and he is also from Qingyuan, one of the three ninth-grade sects. Zong, so he does not dare to underestimate it.
"Qingyuan Sect, Zhang Jie."
Facing Zhou Yafu's provocation, this young genius from Qingyuan Sect also bowed his hand, but there was a trace of disdain on his face, as if he didn't care about Zhou Yafu in front of him and didn't take him seriously at all.
"This guy....!"
Sensing the disdain in the other party's tone, Zhou Yafu's face darkened, and his left hand holding the folding fan quietly clenched tightly, as if there was hidden anger in his heart.
"This guy comes from Qingyuan Sect, I don't know what his trump card is..."
Although he showed dissatisfaction, Zhou Yafu did not choose to take the lead. Instead, he stared at Zhang Jie opposite him with a look of eagerness. After all, the opponent came from Qingyuan Sect, a ninth-grade sect, and his martial arts and skills must not be weak. .
"Coward! I'll try to see how much you weigh!"
Seeing this scene, the look of disdain on Zhang Jie's face became even worse. The next moment, he saw his figure shooting out. At the same time, he raised his hand and blasted towards Zhou Yafu's face. As his Yuan Power surged, he was instantly rolled out. A strong wind roared, which seemed to be quite powerful.
