Chapter 204 The Son of Fortune?

Wuji Sect, martial arts arena.

An outer sect disciple, an inner sect disciple, and a true disciple were sitting on the contestant seats on one side of the martial arts arena.

A strong man from the affiliated sect of Wuji Sect, and an elite monk from Tianjian Sect, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and Mechanical Tower were sitting in the auditorium on one side of the martial arts field.

At this time, Yang Feng, accompanied by Sun Xiaohui, the master of the Internal Affairs Hall, and many Wuji Sect elders, slowly climbed onto the rostrum of the martial arts arena and sat down in the center of the rostrum.

"Who is that young man? Why is he sitting on the main seat of the rostrum?"

"Palace Master Sun and many elders of the House of Internal Affairs are all powerful Immortal Kings. How come they let a young man sit in the main seat?"

"Looking at the attitudes of Palace Master Sun and many elders, that young man's identity is definitely not simple!"

"That young man is Yang Feng, the ninth holy son of our Wuji Sect!"

"It turns out that young man is His Royal Highness the Holy Son! No wonder he is sitting on the throne!"

"It is said that His Royal Highness the Son of God has a sharp eye and the ability to recognize people. He has selected a hundred followers, all of whom are unparalleled geniuses. In just eight years, he has cultivated from the Mysterious Immortal Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm, and is envied by everyone. ”

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son's followers have all been promoted to Golden Immortal monks. I wonder what realm His Royal Highness the Holy Son has cultivated?"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is extremely talented and with the massive resources provided by the 꺗놋 sect, he should be able to cultivate to the realm of the Immortal King!"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son was a monk in the early stage of Xuanxian before. How could he cultivate to the realm of Immortal King in eight years!"

"That's right! The Immortal King Realm is a hurdle. Many talented Golden Immortal experts are trapped at the Golden Immortal Peak and cannot break through. Even though His Highness the Holy Son is extremely talented, he cannot cultivate in just eight years. The realm of the Immortal King!”

",,,,,,,"

Seeing Yang Feng sitting down in the center of the podium, countless Wuji Sect disciples on the contestants' bench started talking softly, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.

"Today's sect competition, our House of Internal Affairs is fortunate to invite His Royal Highness the Holy Son to visit and comment!"

"I hope that the disciples participating in the sect competition can show their best side!"

"If anyone can perform well in the sect competition, not only will he be richly rewarded by the House of Internal Affairs, but he will also be praised by His Highness the Holy Son. He will even be valued by His Highness the Holy Son and be accepted as a follower!"

"Okay, I won't say any more nonsense. Now I announce that the sect competition has officially begun!"

While everyone was discussing, Sun Xiaohui, the master of the Internal Affairs Hall, said with a smile on his face as he looked at the many disciples on the contestant bench.

After that, an elder from the House of Internal Affairs stood up and walked to the rostrum. He said loudly: "Outer disciples are invited to enter the large formation in the center of the martial arts field within one minute to compete!"

As soon as the elder of the House of Internal Affairs finished speaking, countless outer disciples on the contestants' bench rose into the air one after another, transformed into streams of light, and entered the large formation in the center of the martial arts field.

Immediately afterwards, the large formation in the center of the martial arts arena was activated, turning into arenas. Each outer disciple was wrapped in a soft light and teleported to the arenas to compete with their opponents.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, the rules of our Wuji Sect's sect competition are very simple. They are teams of two, the winner is promoted, the loser is eliminated, and the top 100 are all rewarded!

Among them, the first place is in the same level, and the reward is the most generous. The second and tenth place is in the same level, and the reward is relatively generous. The eleventh and hundredth place is in the same level, and the reward is relatively light! "

"The disciples who can enter the top 100 are all the best disciples of our Wuji Sect. If His Highness the Holy Son is interested, I will take him away directly!"

Sun Xiaohui pointed at the outer disciples fighting in the center of the martial arts field and said to Yang Feng with a smile on his face.

After listening to Sun Xiaohui's words, Yang Feng nodded lightly, responded casually, and turned his attention to the countless stages in the center of the martial arts field.

The Wuji Sect is worthy of being one of the four holy places of the human race in the immortal world. Although the outer disciples of the sect have the cultivation strength of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, their overall strength and combat effectiveness are extremely powerful, comparable to many monks of the Mysterious Immortal Realm of the sect.

One of them, who was in the middle stage of the Celestial Immortal Period, attracted Yang Feng's attention.

"There is an immortal emperor's remnant soul hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his luck is very powerful. Could it be that this 꿁年늀 is the legendary son of luck?"

Seeing the remnant soul of the Immortal Emperor who was in the Consciousness Sea in the middle stage of the Immortal Stage, Yang Feng's eyes lit up as he felt the strong luck on his body, and he murmured secretly in his heart.

When Yang Feng was muttering, the mid-level Celestial Immortal 꿁年놋 sensed this and couldn't help but look towards Yang Feng.

At this time, when the young man's eyes made contact with Yang Feng's, he quickly withdrew his eyes and concentrated on fighting his opponent.

"놋meaning!"

Looking at the young boy, Yang Feng showed a faint smile on his lips and murmured softly.

After muttering, Yang Feng moved his eyes away from the young man and began to observe other outer disciples.

Yes, although the other outer disciples are pretty good, they are still far behind that young man.

Soon after, the battle between the outer disciples ended, the rankings were determined, and they received dual rewards from the House of Internal Affairs and the Hall of the Holy Son.

At this time, Yang Feng turned his attention to 꿁年 who had won the first place in the outer sect, and said with a smile: "Fang Jie, are you not interested in joining the Holy Son Palace and becoming my follower?"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, the outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples of Wuji Sect in the martial arts arena, as well as the strong men from various sects, Tianjian Sect, Wanhua Valley, and the elite monks of the Mechanical Tower, all turned their eyes to the outer disciple named Fang Jie.

These monks from Wuji Sect and other sects looked at Fang Jie carefully, wanting to know what was special about Fang Jie that attracted Yang Feng's attention and took the initiative to invite him.

"Master, should I accept the invitation of His Highness the Son of God?"

After hearing Yang Feng's words and feeling the eyes of everyone, Fang Jie's expression changed slightly, and he quickly asked the remnant soul of the Immortal Emperor in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"The Holy Son of your Wuji Sect is weird, I can't see through him, you must not accept his invitation!"

"Otherwise, once you become the follower of the Holy Son of Wuji Sect, you have to follow him, which is extremely detrimental to your future growth!"

Hearing Fang Jie's question, the residual soul in his sea of ​​consciousness responded quickly.

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Jie responded respectfully in his heart, and then looked at Yang Feng with an apologetic face and said: "Your Highness the Holy Son, I don't like to be bound to one place, I like to adventure and experience in various places, so I can't be your follower, please forgive me!"