Chapter 204 The Son of Fortune?
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Wo Yu Cheng Feng
The Promise Sect, the Martial Arts Field.
An outer disciple, an inner disciple, and a true disciple sat on the contestants' seats on one side of the martial arts arena.
A strong man from the affiliated sect of the Wuji Sect, and an elite monk from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and the Mechanical Tower sat on the auditorium on one side of the martial arts arena.
At this time, Yang Feng, accompanied by Sun Xiaohui, the lord of the House of Internal Affairs, and many elders of Wuji Sect, slowly stepped 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?"
"Dianzhu Sun and many elders in the Palace of Internal Affairs are all immortal kings, how can a young man be seated at the head?"
"Looking at the attitudes of Dianzhu Sun and many elders, the identity of that young man is definitely not simple!"
"That young man is Yang Feng, the ninth holy son of our Promise Sect!"
"So that young man is His Royal Highness Son! No wonder he can sit on the throne!"
"It is said that His Royal Highness, the Son of God, has the eyes of a torch and has the ability to recognize people. The hundred followers he selected are all peerless talents. In just eight years, he has cultivated from the Profound Immortal Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm, which is very enviable. !"
"The followers of His Royal Highness Son have all been promoted to Golden Immortal monks. I don't know what level His Royal Highness has cultivated to?"
"His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven has outstanding talents, and with the massive resources provided by the sect, he should have cultivated to the realm of the Immortal King!"
"His Royal Highness was only a monk in the early stage of Xuanxian, how could he cultivate to the realm of Immortal King in eight years!"
"That's right! Immortal King Realm is a hurdle. Many talented golden immortals are trapped at the peak of golden immortals and cannot break through. Although His Royal Highness the Son of God is talented, it is impossible to cultivate to the level of immortals in just eight years. Realm of Kings!"
",,,,,,"
Seeing Yang Feng sitting in the middle of the rostrum, countless disciples of the Wuji Sect on the contestants' seats started talking softly, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.
"Today's Zongmen Dabi, our House of Internal Affairs is honored to have His Royal Highness Shengzi come to visit and comment!"
"I hope that the disciples participating in the Zongmen Grand Competition can show their best side!"
"Whoever can perform well in the Zongmen Grand Competition will not only be rewarded generously by the House of Internal Affairs, but also be rewarded by His Royal Highness, and even be regarded as a follower by His Royal Highness!"
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense, and now I announce the official start of the Zongmen Grand Competition!"
While everyone was discussing, Sun Xiaohui, the head of the House of Internal Affairs, said with a smile on his face as he looked at the many disciples on the contestant's bench.
Afterwards, an elder from the Hall of Internal Affairs stood up, walked to the rostrum, and said loudly: "The disciples of the outer sect, please enter the big formation in the center of the Martial Arts Arena within 1 minute, and compete!"
As soon as the voice of the elder of the internal affairs hall fell, countless outer disciples on the contestant's bench rose into the air one after another, turning into streamers of light, and entered the large formation in the center of the martial arts arena.
Immediately afterwards, the large formation in the center of the martial arts arena was activated, transforming rings one by one, and the outer disciples were wrapped in a soft light and sent to each ring to compete with their opponents.
"His Royal Highness, the rules of our Promise Sect's sect competition are very simple, that is, two teams, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, and the top [-] will be rewarded!
Among them, No.1 is a grade with the richest rewards, No.2 to No.10 is a grade with richer rewards, and No.11 to No.1 is a grade with relatively light rewards! "
"The disciples who can enter the top [-] are all the best disciples of our Promise Sect. If His Royal Highness the Son is interested, you can take them away directly!"
Sun Xiaohui pointed to the outer disciples fighting in the center of the martial arts arena, and said to Yang Feng with a smile on his face.
Hearing Sun Xiaohui's words, Yang Feng nodded lightly, responded casually, and cast his eyes on the countless arenas in the center of the martial arts arena.
The Promise Sect is worthy of being one of the four holy places of the human race in the Immortal Realm. Although the sect's outer disciples only have the cultivation strength of the Celestial Immortal Realm, their comprehensive strength and combat effectiveness are extremely strong, comparable to many cultivators in the Profound Immortal Realm of the sect.
One of them, a young man in the mid-celestial stage, caught Yang Feng's attention even more.
"There is a remnant soul of an immortal emperor hidden in the sea of consciousness, and his luck is very strong. Could it be that this young man is the legendary son of luck?"
Seeing the remnant soul of the immortal emperor in the mid-celestial young man's sea of consciousness, and feeling the powerful luck on him, Yang Feng's eyes lit up, and he muttered secretly in his heart.
While Yang Feng was muttering, the young man in the mid-celestial stage sensed something and couldn't help looking at Yang Feng.
At this time, when the boy's eyes met Yang Feng's, he quickly withdrew his gaze and concentrated on fighting his opponent.
"interesting!"
Seeing the boy's actions, Yang Feng showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered softly.
After muttering, Yang Feng turned his eyes away from the young man and began to observe other outer disciples.
However, although the other outer disciples are not bad, they are still much worse than that young man.
Not long after, the battle between the disciples of the outer sect ended, and the rankings were determined, and they received double rewards from the Hall of Internal Affairs and the Hall of Holy Children.
At this time, Yang Feng cast his gaze on the young man who had taken the number one position in the outer sect, and said with a smile on his face, "Fang Jie, are you interested in joining the Holy Child Hall and becoming my follower?"
As soon as Yang Feng's voice fell, the outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples of the Promise Sect in the Martial Arts Field, as well as the experts from the various sects, the elite monks from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and the Mechanical Tower all set their sights on On the outer disciple named Fang Jie.
These monks from the Promise Sect and other sects scrutinized Fang Jie one after another, wanting to know if there was something special about Fang Jie that could attract Yang Feng's attention and take the initiative to invite him.
"Master, should I agree to His Royal Highness Son's invitation?"
Hearing Yang Feng's words, Fang Jie's expression changed slightly when he felt everyone's eyes, and he quickly asked the remnant soul of the immortal emperor in the sea of consciousness.
"Your Promise Sect's holy son is weird, I can't see through it, you must not agree to his invitation!"
"Otherwise, once you become a follower of the Son of the Promise Sect, you will have to follow him, which will be extremely detrimental to your future growth!"
Hearing Fang Jie's question, the remnant soul in his sea of consciousness responded quickly.
"Yes, Master!"
Fang Jie responded respectfully in his heart, looked at Yang Feng apologetically and said: "Your Highness, I don't like to be bound in one place, I like to go to various places for adventure and experience, so I can't be your follower, please You forgive me!"
An outer disciple, an inner disciple, and a true disciple sat on the contestants' seats on one side of the martial arts arena.
A strong man from the affiliated sect of the Wuji Sect, and an elite monk from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and the Mechanical Tower sat on the auditorium on one side of the martial arts arena.
At this time, Yang Feng, accompanied by Sun Xiaohui, the lord of the House of Internal Affairs, and many elders of Wuji Sect, slowly stepped 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?"
"Dianzhu Sun and many elders in the Palace of Internal Affairs are all immortal kings, how can a young man be seated at the head?"
"Looking at the attitudes of Dianzhu Sun and many elders, the identity of that young man is definitely not simple!"
"That young man is Yang Feng, the ninth holy son of our Promise Sect!"
"So that young man is His Royal Highness Son! No wonder he can sit on the throne!"
"It is said that His Royal Highness, the Son of God, has the eyes of a torch and has the ability to recognize people. The hundred followers he selected are all peerless talents. In just eight years, he has cultivated from the Profound Immortal Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm, which is very enviable. !"
"The followers of His Royal Highness Son have all been promoted to Golden Immortal monks. I don't know what level His Royal Highness has cultivated to?"
"His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven has outstanding talents, and with the massive resources provided by the sect, he should have cultivated to the realm of the Immortal King!"
"His Royal Highness was only a monk in the early stage of Xuanxian, how could he cultivate to the realm of Immortal King in eight years!"
"That's right! Immortal King Realm is a hurdle. Many talented golden immortals are trapped at the peak of golden immortals and cannot break through. Although His Royal Highness the Son of God is talented, it is impossible to cultivate to the level of immortals in just eight years. Realm of Kings!"
",,,,,,"
Seeing Yang Feng sitting in the middle of the rostrum, countless disciples of the Wuji Sect on the contestants' seats started talking softly, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.
"Today's Zongmen Dabi, our House of Internal Affairs is honored to have His Royal Highness Shengzi come to visit and comment!"
"I hope that the disciples participating in the Zongmen Grand Competition can show their best side!"
"Whoever can perform well in the Zongmen Grand Competition will not only be rewarded generously by the House of Internal Affairs, but also be rewarded by His Royal Highness, and even be regarded as a follower by His Royal Highness!"
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense, and now I announce the official start of the Zongmen Grand Competition!"
While everyone was discussing, Sun Xiaohui, the head of the House of Internal Affairs, said with a smile on his face as he looked at the many disciples on the contestant's bench.
Afterwards, an elder from the Hall of Internal Affairs stood up, walked to the rostrum, and said loudly: "The disciples of the outer sect, please enter the big formation in the center of the Martial Arts Arena within 1 minute, and compete!"
As soon as the voice of the elder of the internal affairs hall fell, countless outer disciples on the contestant's bench rose into the air one after another, turning into streamers of light, and entered the large formation in the center of the martial arts arena.
Immediately afterwards, the large formation in the center of the martial arts arena was activated, transforming rings one by one, and the outer disciples were wrapped in a soft light and sent to each ring to compete with their opponents.
"His Royal Highness, the rules of our Promise Sect's sect competition are very simple, that is, two teams, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, and the top [-] will be rewarded!
Among them, No.1 is a grade with the richest rewards, No.2 to No.10 is a grade with richer rewards, and No.11 to No.1 is a grade with relatively light rewards! "
"The disciples who can enter the top [-] are all the best disciples of our Promise Sect. If His Royal Highness the Son is interested, you can take them away directly!"
Sun Xiaohui pointed to the outer disciples fighting in the center of the martial arts arena, and said to Yang Feng with a smile on his face.
Hearing Sun Xiaohui's words, Yang Feng nodded lightly, responded casually, and cast his eyes on the countless arenas in the center of the martial arts arena.
The Promise Sect is worthy of being one of the four holy places of the human race in the Immortal Realm. Although the sect's outer disciples only have the cultivation strength of the Celestial Immortal Realm, their comprehensive strength and combat effectiveness are extremely strong, comparable to many cultivators in the Profound Immortal Realm of the sect.
One of them, a young man in the mid-celestial stage, caught Yang Feng's attention even more.
"There is a remnant soul of an immortal emperor hidden in the sea of consciousness, and his luck is very strong. Could it be that this young man is the legendary son of luck?"
Seeing the remnant soul of the immortal emperor in the mid-celestial young man's sea of consciousness, and feeling the powerful luck on him, Yang Feng's eyes lit up, and he muttered secretly in his heart.
While Yang Feng was muttering, the young man in the mid-celestial stage sensed something and couldn't help looking at Yang Feng.
At this time, when the boy's eyes met Yang Feng's, he quickly withdrew his gaze and concentrated on fighting his opponent.
"interesting!"
Seeing the boy's actions, Yang Feng showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered softly.
After muttering, Yang Feng turned his eyes away from the young man and began to observe other outer disciples.
However, although the other outer disciples are not bad, they are still much worse than that young man.
Not long after, the battle between the disciples of the outer sect ended, and the rankings were determined, and they received double rewards from the Hall of Internal Affairs and the Hall of Holy Children.
At this time, Yang Feng cast his gaze on the young man who had taken the number one position in the outer sect, and said with a smile on his face, "Fang Jie, are you interested in joining the Holy Child Hall and becoming my follower?"
As soon as Yang Feng's voice fell, the outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples of the Promise Sect in the Martial Arts Field, as well as the experts from the various sects, the elite monks from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and the Mechanical Tower all set their sights on On the outer disciple named Fang Jie.
These monks from the Promise Sect and other sects scrutinized Fang Jie one after another, wanting to know if there was something special about Fang Jie that could attract Yang Feng's attention and take the initiative to invite him.
"Master, should I agree to His Royal Highness Son's invitation?"
Hearing Yang Feng's words, Fang Jie's expression changed slightly when he felt everyone's eyes, and he quickly asked the remnant soul of the immortal emperor in the sea of consciousness.
"Your Promise Sect's holy son is weird, I can't see through it, you must not agree to his invitation!"
"Otherwise, once you become a follower of the Son of the Promise Sect, you will have to follow him, which will be extremely detrimental to your future growth!"
Hearing Fang Jie's question, the remnant soul in his sea of consciousness responded quickly.
"Yes, Master!"
Fang Jie responded respectfully in his heart, looked at Yang Feng apologetically and said: "Your Highness, I don't like to be bound in one place, I like to go to various places for adventure and experience, so I can't be your follower, please You forgive me!"
