Chapter 162 White Bear Settles

"All cultivators, today, we gather here to hold the island seizing conference for the entire southeastern sea area and the entire Beixuan Island, which is held every sixty years. The invasion of the demon cultivators next door has made us lose too much and lose our vigilance!"

"To practice cultivation is to go against the will of heaven and fight for life with heaven. If you don't have the courage to fight for victory, you will suffer disaster."

"This time, you must go all out to survive and find a place to settle down and show the strength of our cultivators!" The voice of the speaker was like a bell, resounding throughout the venue.

The crowd on the stage was excited and shouted in unison: "Go all out, go all out!"

Amidst the cheers, the island seizing conference officially kicked off, performing a foreplay.

The disciples of Beixuan family and the monks who participated in the fight for the island took the stage to show their skills. For a while, the scene was full of swords and magics, which was dazzling.

This good drama made Fang Yun excited. These monks in the late stage of Qi Refining had different methods, and many of their magics made Fang Yun feel amazing.

In fact, compared with these tricks, the few magics that Fang Yun practiced were not that powerful. He just relied on his cultivation, the purity of his spiritual power, the high essence of being purified many times, and his proficiency to suppress others.

"The rules of the island seizing competition are very simple," Bei Xuanhong continued, "We will decide the ownership of each island through a competition. The winner will obtain the resources and power of the island."

"And this island seizing competition will be presided over by Elder Jin Yan of the Red Flame League!"

As Bei Xuanhong finished speaking, light curtains appeared around the arena to prevent the destructive power of the island fighting from affecting the audience and the island.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be shocked by this momentum and gradually dissipated, revealing the long-lost sunshine.

The light curtains also wrote the situation of the people who participated in the competition for each island. These islands are all deserted islands with spiritual veins like White Bear Island.

Or maybe it is not a deserted island, but it is occupied by some wild cultivators, but it doesn't matter. As long as the Red Flame League and the Yulong Sect think it is a deserted island, it is a deserted island.

If there really is such a casual cultivator, his situation will be very miserable, after all, he is fleecing the Dragon Sect.

Panlong Island, Sanlong Island, Liren Island, Tianfeng Island...

"Why is there no White Bear Island?" Fang Yun was puzzled for a moment, "Hey, not only White Bear Island, but also several other islands are missing!"

"Could it be..."

Fang Yun had some guesses in his heart that these islands should have been reserved like his White Bear Island.

It seems that the Jinyan people have made a big profit here.

The island seizing conference has officially opened at this time. Many family forces and casual cultivators who want to establish families have been assigned to their respective arenas according to the islands they are fighting for.

For example, now, the arena in the east is the battle field called Panlong Island. The island seizing conference adopts the method of defending the arena.

A participant is chosen by drawing lots to be the champion. He will face the challenge of five challengers. If he wins all five battles, he will get the island he is fighting for. If he loses, the winner will become the defender.

This means that this is a round-robin battle.

On the stage of Panlong Island, the Li family, which was decided by drawing lots, sent the first defender to the stage. He was a young monk in a green robe, holding a long sword flashing with cold light.

His eyes were firm, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Qingshui Li family, Li Qingfeng!" His voice was full of confidence.

Then, the first challenger also jumped to the stage. He was a burly man holding a huge battle axe.

His eyes revealed an unyielding fighting spirit.