Chapter 757 Chapter 756: End of Round 1, Results

"Lin Long, Lin Ao, can you guys still hold on?"

Lin Fan looked at Lin Long, Lin Ao and the others. His forehead was covered with sweat, obviously caused by the huge pressure he was under.

"Don't worry, uncle. This little bit of pressure is not a problem. I can still eat and live."

"Hahaha, you're worrying too much, little uncle. After going through the brutal training of the clan leader, this little bit of pressure is nothing!"

Lin Long and Lin Ao both had smiles on their faces, without any fear at all.

Lin Fan smiled slightly when he saw this scene. Not only Lin Long and Lin Ao, but also several Lin family members were struggling to hold on. Although the fifth hour was hanging in the balance, such willpower was enough to prove that the Lin family members were very brave.

"The fifth hour has arrived. Everyone must take it seriously. The pressure this time will definitely be multiplied several times over!"

Lin Changan calculated the time accurately and shouted at the top of his voice before the fifth hour arrived.

The fifth hour quickly arrived, and a surge of pressure weighed down on the shoulders of everyone on the field. Many even had the illusion that the sky was falling.

"Damn, the pressure has increased several times!"

"The pressure now must be three thousand times greater!"

"The original base has tripled, which is really something."

Lin Fan and his companions remained as steady as a rock, not moving an inch. Three thousand times the pressure was not enough to cause any problems for them.

But it was different for the others. Some of the other young people who came from Dongzhou this time were escorted out of the battle arena.

Lin Long and Lin Ao gritted their teeth and held on. Although they were trembling all over, they still gritted their teeth and kept their bodies firmly on the fighting stage.

The pressure after five hours finally eased a little, and both Lin Long and Lin Ao managed to hold on.

But this time, Dongzhou still lost almost half of its people, with only more than 40 people left out of the original 80 or so.

As for the other three continents, there are less than 30 people who can still stay on the battlefield.

On the entire battlefield, the number of people left at the end was less than one-tenth of the number of people in the third hour.

"Haha, it seems quite good. It's worthy of being a world of great contention. There are actually nearly three thousand people left in the fifth hour. Not bad, not bad. There are actually a thousand more people than we expected. It's really terrifying."

Lei Yun looked at the situation on the field, scanned it with his mental power, and immediately calculated the total number of people still on the field.

The leaders of several other ancient clans also nodded in agreement.

In previous years, it would be extremely good if there were a thousand people who could hold steady in the fifth hour. Most of the people were between five hundred and eight hundred, but this time the number actually reached a rare three thousand, which simply blinded their eyes.

"Times of great contention have always been like this, but it seems this time is truly different."

Yan Lushan crossed his arms over his chest, but his eyes were fixed on the positions of Lin Fan and others, especially on Yan Wuxi.

For some reason, Yan Lushan felt a strange but very compatible power from Yan Wuxi. This power made Yan Lushan feel absent-minded.

The number of people who finally stabilized in the fifth hour was still as many as three thousand.

Lin Fan and the others looked around. Although there were indeed fewer people, there were still quite a few people left.

The Thousand Proud Ones List only selects the top 1,000 people, but now after five hours there are already 3,000 people, which is enough to prove how difficult it is to compete for the Thousand Proud Ones List.

After the sixth hour, several hundred more people were squeezed down, and the total pressure in the sixth hour had reached five thousand times.

When the seventh hour arrived, Lin Ao, Lin Long and others finally couldn't bear it anymore and had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield.

The remaining Dongzhou people on the battlefield at this time were Lin Fan, Jian Shiyi, Li Xianyuan, Li Wushang, Long Aotian, Yan Wuxi, Lin Qingwu, Zhou Moxi, Ouyang Qingluo, Feng Qinger, Lan Xia, Yang Yihang, Bei Mingyue, Bei Mingxiang, Xuan Qing, Mo Yunsheng...

At this time, Lin Fan also saw several old acquaintances.

Zhou Wudi, Leng Yu, and Ji Feng are a trio. These three represented the Divine Religion to participate in the competition this time, and the Divine Religion only sent out these three people. No other Divine Religion disciples appeared to participate.

There were several other figures, and Huang Wuji also appeared. Huang Wuji from the Wanling Temple actually appeared in the Sima family's camp.

There is also Shenghuang of the Holy Clan, who actually joined the Yan Clan's camp.

Sheng Lingtian and Sheng Yin'er were nowhere to be seen, and it was highly likely that they did not attend the Thousand Pride Conference.

"The eighth hour has arrived!"

Gu Tianxu, who was standing outside the battle stage, suddenly shouted and reminded the geniuses inside the battle stage.

All the geniuses immediately perked up. Eight hours is a huge watershed. Only after passing this watershed can they be called super geniuses.

There are less than a thousand people left trapped on the stage, and the huge pressure of the eighth hour will definitely clear out another group of people.

Soon the pressure of the eighth hour arrived as expected, and the pressure that was originally at 10,000 times immediately rose to nearly 50,000 times!

In just a moment, half of the people disappeared. When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing outside the arena. This pressure was not something they could bear.

"Oh my god, this 50,000 times pressure is really too much."

Even Lin Changan and others were sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Ouyang Qingluo and the other girls were speechless at this moment and could only grit their teeth and persevere.

It doesn't mean that you have succeeded if you are not knocked out by the pressure at the first moment. Instead, you need to persist for the time of one stick of incense to be considered a successful challenge of the eighth hour.

"I can not make it."

Bei Mingxiang gave up helplessly.

Soon, Yang Yihang also withdrew from the battlefield.

These are all king-level geniuses on the East Continent. It is already very impressive that they can come this far in the vast land of Shenzhou, but now they have to leave the stage helplessly.

At this time, there were still nearly twenty people holding on in Dongzhou, especially the Lin family, who stood tall and straight, unaffected by the pressure.

This left the chosen ones of the other ancient clans dumbfounded.

"I can't believe it! I didn't expect that there are so many talented people in Dongzhou. So many people can persist for the eighth hour."

The genius headed by the ancient clan chuckled faintly. Although his words were meant to praise, his tone seemed very flat, as if he didn't take this group of Dongzhou people seriously.

"Haha, Gu Changshan, you'd better not be too confident. This group of people may not be as simple as you think."

A young man dressed like a scholar next to Gu Changshan smiled and spoke.

"Haha, I naturally won't underestimate them, but I want to make it clear to the world that the true protagonist of this Thousand Pride Conference can only be one person, and that is me, Gu Changshan!"

Gu Changshan raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely intense. Although the pressure was fifty thousand times greater, Gu Changshan acted very relaxed, like a free man.

This made the fair-skinned young man next to him smile and shake his head, and said nothing more.

The eight-hour incense stick time was up, and the pressure on the stage instantly shrank back, because eight hours was the final stage of the first round of screening. There was no point in continuing. Even if you persisted for ten hours, you still wouldn't get any rewards.

"That's amazing! I just did some calculations, and there are a whopping 269 people who made it to eight hours this time. That's more than four times more than last time!"

Lei Yun looked at the young people dispersing in the field in amazement.

"In a world of great contention, it is indeed like this. Geniuses emerge in droves. It is truly like the chosen ones of heaven are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river. Even this old man is dazzled by the sight."

The elders and powerful men of several other ancient clans expressed their feelings.

"Everyone, those who make it through the third hour will be able to advance smoothly to the next stage. Our next stage will still be screening, and the screening will be in three days. During these three days, everyone should have a good rest."

Lei Yun said this with a smile and disappeared from the spot.

After the third hour, everyone felt very fortunate to have qualified for the competition, but they also felt a little worried because they still had to continue screening people and there were still too many contestants.

"Hahaha, you guys are really good. You actually brought honor to our Dongzhou!"

Lan Zhantian looked at Lin Fan and the others coming back and said with a laugh.

Qingfeng also looked at Lin Fan and others with pride.

Although Qingfeng is now considered the young leader of Fengqing Sect, his feelings for Bai Xiaosheng are extremely deep, which is far beyond the reach of Fengqing Sect.

Liu Wuxuan let out a long breath and looked at Lin Fan and others with envy.

This time, there were nearly a thousand disciples from Fengqing Sect who came to participate in the competition. Nearly three hundred of them passed the third hour, but only more than fifty passed the fifth hour. As for those who passed the eighth hour, there were only six. This number was less than one-third of Dongzhou's total, which was really far off the mark.

"Come on, come on, you guys, come and get to know each other."

Liu Wuxuan immediately called out to the six disciples of Feng Qingjiao who had passed the eighth hour.

These six people are four men and two women. Although the leading man is not handsome, he is also pretty. He looks about five points similar to the leader Li Feng. It is obvious that this man has a very close relationship with the leader Li Feng. He is most likely the son of the leader Li Feng.

"This is Li Yuan, the son of our Fengqing Sect's leader, Li Feng. He is the number one prodigy of our Fengqing Sect this time. Perhaps he has something in common with your Dongzhou prodigy."

Liu Wuxuan smiled as he looked at Lin Xuan and introduced Li Yuan.

Lin Xuan just smiled faintly, because he saw impatience in Li Yuan's expression.

It was obvious that Li Yuan didn't like this group of Dongzhou people, especially when he looked at Qingfeng, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Lin Xuan did not make any movement or expression. As for Li Yuan's murderous intention towards Qingfeng, it was normal.

After all, Li Yuan was originally going to become the young leader of Fengqing Sect, but as soon as Qingfeng came back, the position of young leader fell on Qingfeng's head.

In Li Yuan's view, Qingfeng's appearance meant that he had taken over something that originally belonged to him!

Of course, the murderous intent in Li Yuan's eyes also flashed by. After all, Qingfeng and he were of the same generation...

This does sound a bit outrageous. Qingfeng and this child are actually of the same generation, and if you count their relationship, they are actually cousins.

"Yes, Li Yuan."

Li Yuan looked at Lin Fan and the others indifferently and gave an extremely simple self-introduction.

The five people following Li Yuan obviously followed Li Yuan's lead, so naturally they would not be kind to Lin Fan and the others.

Liu Wuxuan frowned slightly and looked at Li Yuan with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

This is not only a disrespect for Lin Fan and others, but also a disregard for the face of an old man like himself.

"Ahem, Li Yuan, how can you be so rude to Chief Lin?"

It was naturally not easy for Liu Wuxuan to scold his own number one prodigy in front of outsiders, so he could only cough twice and remind him.

Unexpectedly, Li Yuan touched his temples nonchalantly.

"Elder Liu, the six of us need to retreat for the next three days, so we won't chat any more. I know you, Lin Fan. We'll see you in the arena then."

After Li Yuan finished speaking, he left with the five Fengqing Sect geniuses behind him.

Liu Wuxuan was stunned. Didn't he give his elder any face at all?

Qingfeng's face instantly turned gloomy. Li Yuan was really arrogant.

"Oh, this guy is really cool. He just leaves when he says he will. Wow, that's quite interesting."

Lin Changan rubbed his chin, but a smile appeared on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in this smile.

Li Yuan’s arrogance made Lin Changan feel extremely unhappy.

"Hahaha, Chang'an, don't be anxious. He already said that we will meet on the battlefield. So at worst, we can just meet on the battlefield and see who has the better skills."

Li Xianyuan patted Lin Changan's shoulder with a smile, but there was also anger in his tone.

Jian Shiyi and Li Wushang didn't say anything, but their faces were a little gloomy. It was obvious that Li Yuan's arrogance made them a little unhappy.

Liu Wuxuan sighed deeply and clasped his fists towards Lin Xuan and others.

"I'm so sorry, Patriarch Lin. Li Yuan and the other juniors have never been like this before. I don't know what happened today. I'll go back and teach them a lesson. Goodbye."

After Liu Wuxuan finished speaking, he chased after Li Yuan and the others.

"Haha, it seems that Vice President Qingfeng is not having a good time in the Fengqing Sect either."

Lin Xuan looked at Qingfeng and suddenly joked half-jokingly.

Qingfeng also smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"This is normal. In fact, some people in Fengqing Sect don't welcome me as the former leader."

"Haha, it's mainly because of the confidants of the Li Feng Sect Leader."

Lin Xuan guessed the reason at once. It was a very simple reason.

If Qingfeng were to be the next leader, then Lifeng's old ministers would most likely be marginalized, which is something no one would want.

Perhaps only those people who are loyal to Qingfeng's father welcome Qingfeng home.