Chapter 823: Rumors

This large and bustling event preparation venue is bustling with people.

The contestants either gathered in groups of two or three to exchange their experiences in practice, or closed their eyes and rested alone to accumulate strength for the upcoming competition.

However, a piece of news about the Kunlun Holy Land was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

"Is Kunlun Holy Land so generous? They actually directly bestowed upon their disciples the Ultimate Imperial Weapon?!"

A short, thin contestant had his eyes wide open, filled with fear and disbelief.

The sharp voice instantly penetrated the noisy voices and attracted the attention of everyone around.

His face was full of shock, as if he had heard a fairy tale, and the hilt of the sword in his hand was shaking slightly with excitement.

"Humph, that may not be generous!"

The burly man with a face full of flesh snorted coldly, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I guess after the disciples have used it, they will still have to recycle it! It's just a superficial effort to show off in front of everyone."

The big man crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging, and his tone was full of disdain, as if he was extremely disgusted with the actions of the Kunlun Holy Land.

“Although the Jidao Emperor Weapon is only a weapon of the Immortal Emperor, it is not something that everyone can use.”

A young man in a gray robe and ordinary in appearance spoke slowly with deep eyes, "Even if the Kunlun Holy Land is confused, it will not allow disciples to rely too much on the power of weapons."

"Over-reliance on external objects is actually harmful to the disciples' cultivation experience. In the long run, the disciples' own strength will be difficult to truly improve. When facing a battle without the help of divine weapons, they will be like a bird with broken wings, vulnerable to a single blow."

The young man's voice was steady and powerful, and every word seemed to be carefully considered and echoed in everyone's ears.

"These are just crooked ways!"

A young and energetic young man dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with his hands behind his back, nostrils slightly flared, and a face full of arrogance.

"It's just that the rules of the first round of competition are not very strict, so they can take advantage of this loophole. When the second round comes and they really compete with each other, as soon as all kinds of strict rules are introduced, their true colors will be exposed!"

As the young man spoke, he gently brushed his sleeves with his hands, as if he was driving away something disgusting, and his eyes were full of contempt for the Kunlun disciples.

"Yes, they can only be powerful for a while, but one day, their true colors will be revealed!"

Everyone was talking at once, their emotions growing more and more agitated, their dissatisfaction with the Kunlun disciples spreading like a raging fire.

At this moment, many contestants seemed to be drawn by an invisible force. They gathered together, formed a small circle, and pointed their spearheads at the Kunlun disciples.

Their eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment, and they were certain that when the second round of competition began, the so-called strength of the Kunlun disciples would be shattered like bubbles and be completely exposed.

At another location on the site, the light seemed to be attracted and gathered here.

Gu Xinghui was like a bright star, emitting inherent dignity and pride. His every move attracted everyone's attention.

He is undoubtedly the most glamorous and highly-anticipated top talent at the moment.

A white robe fluttered in the wind, like an immortal, with a stern face and unquestionable confidence in his eyes.

At this moment, he stood straight, staring quietly in the direction of Kunlun, like a towering mountain, steady and firm.

Various rumors about Kunlun's disciples had already drifted into his ears like flying snowflakes.

However, in his mind, these rumors were nothing but passing clouds and did not cause any ripples.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. His expression seemed to say that these so-called "great achievements" were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Why? You want to go over and test their strength?"

At some point, an elder from the Canghai Sect quietly appeared beside him.

The elder was dressed in a black robe, with a stern face and eyes that showed the depth and vicissitudes of life.

He looked at Gu Xinghui and asked softly, his voice low and calm, as if he could see through every thought in Gu Xinghui's mind.

Gu Xinghui shook his head slowly, his movements were graceful and calm, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "It's just unorthodox methods. After all, they don't belong to one's own power. I don't like them."

His voice was low and firm, with an innate strong confidence and arrogance, as if everything in the world was under his control.

In his mind, if there were restrictions on the rules, he could only rely on his own strength to fight, and within a hundred moves, the Kunlun disciples would be defeated by him.

This was his unquestionable belief, as hard as steel.

At the same time, in the other direction of the venue.

The Saint of the Blood Jade Palace, Blood Moon Core, is like an enchanting rose blooming in the dark night, exuding deadly temptation.

She has a graceful figure, and her blood-red dress flutters in the wind, like a burning flame, attracting attention.

At this moment, she was watching the Kunlun disciples with great interest. On her face, as beautiful as peach blossoms, there was a wicked smile, and her eyes were flashing with curiosity, as if she was sizing up a group of interesting prey.

“An interesting group of people.”

Xue Yue Xin opened her red lips slightly, her voice clear but with a hint of charm, "I'm looking forward to meeting one of them in the ring. I hope they are as powerful as the rumors say!"

Her tone contained both anticipation for the unknown and a hint of scrutiny and challenge.

In her opinion, if the Kunlun people were really strong, then this game would be even more exciting.

If it was just an empty reputation, she would just pay brief attention to it and then forget about it and ignore it.

In the direction of Lianshen Villa, Yu Yang, the young master of Lianshen Villa, was slightly tall, with a somewhat arrogant and unruly look on his face.

He casually glanced in the direction of Kunlun's group, his eyes full of contempt, then turned his head away and ignored them, as if that was an existence that was not worth his time and attention.

"Senior, you see, everyone has given the Supreme Emperor's Weapon to their disciples, why don't you give me one to play with?"

Yu Yang curled his lips, looking dissatisfied, and said to a white-haired, kind-faced elder from the villa beside him.

In his mind, the fact that the people of Kunlun could have achieved their current results and made a great name for themselves must have been due to the power of the Extreme Emperor's Soldiers.

Without the help of this magical weapon, they would never have been so successful.

The senior from the Refining God Villa smiled helplessly, his eyes full of pampering, and patiently advised: "Young Master, please stop joking. Having the Extreme Emperor Weapon will be detrimental to your cultivation."

"Besides, when you reach that level of cultivation and forge your own ultimate imperial weapon, wouldn't that give you a greater sense of accomplishment?"

The senior's voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze, trying to soothe Yu Yang's restless heart.