Chapter 3238 One blow ends

Guo Wenyao showed disdain and said: "Chen Yang turned out to have reached his current strength with the help of foreign objects. There is nothing worthy of praise."

Several other people also agreed with this statement.

Dongfang Hongfei looked indifferent and said with a smile: "Okay, don't look down on Junior Brother Chen. After all, not everyone can understand the dual artistic conception. However, if any of you meet Chen during the selection later, Junior brother, you have to educate him well and stop him from being too self-righteous."

"Hongfei is right."

Guo Wenyao nodded and said, among the entire Longxing Peak disciples, he was the only one who dared to call Dongfang Hongfei by his name.

Le Xiaoqiao said: "Chen Yang is indeed too arrogant. It would be irresponsible for us senior brothers and sisters not to educate him properly."

Zhang Shuying, who was sitting in the third row behind, poked her head and said with a smile: "Haha, Senior Sister Ting Le means that if you meet Chen Yang, you will definitely not give him good luck."

Le Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes and waved her hands, "I didn't say that."

Everyone was laughing and joking, and the topic revolved around Chen Yang, but they regarded him as a self-righteous clown and made fun of him one after another.

At this moment, Chen Yang was sitting in the corner of the stand, saying nothing, closing his eyes and concentrating.

As for what other people think of him, even if they hear it, he doesn't care at all.

About half an hour later, a figure was seen flying over from Longxing Peak at an extremely fast speed and landed in the center of Panlong Square.

As soon as this person appeared, the stands on both sides of Panlong Square fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the man in the center of the square.

This person is none other than Longxing Peak Peak Master Mo Ze.

Mo Ze glanced at the audience and said straight to the point: "Today's competition is for the selection for the Qianlong Conference. There are ten places in total. The disciples who can enter the top ten will get a quota to participate in the Qianlong Conference."

"This time, a total of sixty-three people signed up and were divided into ten groups. Each group had a round-robin battle. The top three were promoted, and then lots were drawn to determine the top ten."

After a brief explanation of the rules, Mo Ze waved his right hand and saw ten arenas rising from the ground of Panlong Square, which was five thousand meters wide. Each arena was five hundred meters long and wide.

An elder deacon placed a sign on the side of each arena with numbers from "one" to "ten" written on it, representing the arena number.

In addition, there are ten huge lists suspended next to the ten arenas.

Mo Ze continued: "The ten groups of people have been divided into groups according to the registration form. Now, the list of members of each group is displayed on the side of the arena, and the order of the rounds is marked. Please ask the disciples of each group who have their turn to enter the arena to sign in by themselves. Get in the ring and fight.”

"The rules of combat are no flying and no killing. If you lose your fighting ability or fall off the ring, you will be deemed defeated."

"The deacons and elders beside the ring will register the wins and losses. Victory will be worth three points, ties will be worth one point, and defeat will be zero points. In the end, the top three players in each group will advance."

"Okay, now, let's get started."

As soon as Mo Ze finished speaking, twenty people flew out from the stands. They were the people who were competing in the first round on the ten stages.

The elder deacon was in charge of the referee, and ten “start” sounds were issued almost at the same time.

Then on the ring, the battle started.

What Chen Yang didn't expect was that Zhang Jilin would be on stage in the first group, located on stage seven.

He observed that, except for Zhang Jilin, all the other disciples who stepped onto the ring were at the peak of Condensation.

Not to mention the early and middle stages of Condensation, there is not even a late stage Condensation cultivator.

"Haha, is that kid a fool? He dared to sign up for the selection in the early stage of Ningso."

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

"Is he here to be funny?"

As soon as Zhang Jilin came on stage, the audience immediately burst into laughter.

This situation had been expected by Zhang Jilin, so he didn't pay any attention to it, and still used all his strength to fight against the cultivators at the peak of their concentration.

There is no doubt that Zhang Jilin was defeated with just one move, then got off the ring, returned to the stands, and sat next to Chen Yang.

He didn't say a word and simply closed his eyes.

Although the battle just ended in an instant, he had a deep understanding when facing an invincible opponent like Peak Ning Soul.

At this moment, he wanted to digest these insights and turn them into his own strength.

There were still voices laughing at Zhang Jilin, but Mo Ze, who was sitting in the air, suddenly said: "Although Zhang Jilin lost, he dared to challenge and learned something from the battle. This is better than many of you here. .You actually have the heart to make fun of him, but you don’t know that you yourself are the one who’s being ridiculous.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then looked at Zhang Jilin in the corner of the stand, and found that Zhang Jilin was meditating with his eyes closed. Many people had expressions of sudden realization, and finally understood Zhang Jilin's true purpose.

He is not trying to win the top ten, but is taking this opportunity to sharpen his insights.

Although many people understood the truth, some people were secretly mocking because if it were them, they would not have the courage to bear the ridicule of others and sign up for this selection.

"Hmph, there are thousands of ways to sharpen your understanding. I don't want to have to embarrass myself."

"The kid next to him also signed up for the selection. I'm afraid his purpose is the same as him."

"It must be, otherwise, in the middle stage of Condensation, would you still want to win the ranking?"

There were still sporadic discussions on the field, but they were drowned out by the cheers and not many people cared.

The battles continued one after another. After all, they were all disciples at the peak of Ning Soul. The fight was very fierce. The disciples in the stands also enjoyed watching it and cheered thunderously.

"Senior Brother Dongfang is here!"

Just then, someone shouted.

"In Arena No. 6!"

"His opponent is Senior Brother Yao. I wonder if Senior Brother Yao can withstand even half a move of Senior Brother Dongfang!"

Everyone became excited, no one paid attention to the other arenas, and everyone's eyes fell on the sixth arena.

Even Chen Yang, who was meditating, became somewhat interested. He opened his eyes and looked at Dongfang Hongfei.

I saw Dongfang Hongfei, dressed in white, standing on the sixth stage, with one hand behind his back, elegant, and made an invitation gesture with his right hand to the opponent, saying: "Junior Brother Yao, please!"

"Senior Brother Dongfang, I'm offended!"

Junior Brother Yao bowed and saluted, and suddenly launched a move to attack Dongfang Hongfei.

At this moment, Dongfang Hongfei took action with such speed that everyone was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a palm shadow was released, covering Junior Brother Yao, and before he could react, he hit him with a roar.

Junior Brother Yao flew down below the ring like a kite with its string broken.

The battle is over.