Ye Feng also has a young mind, and with the gathering of geniuses, he also wants to go out and observe the genius disciples in the snowy fields of the Northern Territory, so as to get to know each other better.
After receiving the instructions from the great elder, the three people quickly stood up and walked outside. They found that the other two tents were already empty and headed to a huge platform not far away.
There are hundreds of people gathered together, and many people have not come. These people have gathered the top talents from the Southern China and the Northern Snowfield. No one is over twenty-five years old. Anyone over this age cannot participate in the Vientiane Ceremony. Will be rejected by the real dragon.
The platform is very large, and there are hundreds of people standing there without feeling crowded at all. There is a huge space in the middle, which is probably used for discussion.
"Senior Brother Ye, the snow fields in the Northern Territory are very fierce this time. I guess they will continue to challenge our Southern Territory China!"
Zhang Wenqiang did a lot of homework when he came here. He found all the information about the Vientiane Ceremony of several historical events and observed them carefully. Basically, there would be such a pre-game competition every time.
Ye Feng nodded and saw the constant provocations in the snowy fields of the northern region. Some people even pointed at the disciples of the southern divine state and issued a provocative tone.
"My name is Zhou Ziqiang, and I will be a guide today. Is there anyone willing to come up and compete with me?"
In the central area, a thin man, probably in his twenties, walked in. He threw his fists around, hoping to learn from each other.
"Just let me meet you!"
After saying that, a figure flew out. It turned out to be the tenth-ranked song of the Holy Son of Tianling Academy. It seemed that he planned to take advantage of the last opportunity to practice.
"Please state your name!"
Zhou Ziqiang clasped his fists and competed before the game. He was only allowed to discuss, not hurt, and he had to follow basic etiquette.
"The Holy Son Quxiang of Tianling Academy!"
The sound of the music is like a loud bell, echoing continuously on the platform of Noda.
When the words Tianling Academy appeared, outside the crowd, a girl wore a veil with a faint smile on her face.
"Xiangyun Academy Zhou Ziqiang!"
The opponent also reported his family name. Ye Feng was stunned, as if he had seen this Xiangyun Academy before, and he quickly remembered it.
Speaking of Xiangyun Academy, it is famous in the Northern Snowfield, ranking first among the four major academies. This time, it sent fifteen disciples.
Sure enough, Ye Feng saw a few familiar shadows in the crowd. After seeing Ye Feng, he actually nodded to Ye Feng. They were Yan Ruolan and others that Ye Feng met in Eastern China.
Yan Ruolan nodded towards Ye Feng and quickly whispered something to a girl next to her.
Ye Feng's actions also attracted the attention of Leng Bing and Zhang Wenqiang, and they looked over there.
"Senior Brother Ye, I have some impressions of that girl. She seems to be the princess of the Doro Royal Family in the Northern Snowfield. She is ranked first among the younger generation in the Northern Snowfield. Even Wei Min, who ranks first in Xiangyun College, is willing to be defeated!"
Zhang Wenqiang introduced Ye Feng.
Ye Feng looked over again and found Princess Doro's eyes looking this way. Their eyes met. Ye Feng nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.
Princess Doro gestured slightly.
The battle on the field was quickly decided. Qu Xiang was defeated with one move, and Zhou Ziqiang won this round.
"Anyone else come up to continue the discussion!"
Zhou Ziqiang's fighting spirit increased greatly, and he did not leave the central area, continuing to look for opponents to spar with.
After Qu Xiang left, he was not decadent, but felt that he had gained a lot and benefited a lot from being able to compete with the masters.
"I come!"
Another young man came forward, and he was also a relatively famous genius in Southern China, named Hua Zhizhang. This man first practiced alone, and later he was accepted as a disciple by an expert, and gradually showed his aura of genius.
After several moves, Zhou Ziqiang was defeated. Hua Zhishang performed a set of Yuanyang Sword Techniques, which was very strange and difficult to guard against. Zhou Ziqiang lost because he did not understand the Yuanyang Sword Technique.
Hua Zhishang did not continue to choose the challenge, and returned to the original place, sitting cross-legged to digest the experience of the previous battle.
Soon there were more people coming up, some from the Southern China, and some from the Northern Snowfield. Each had its own winner or loser. At the beginning, they were challenged by ordinary genius disciples, but gradually some top masters began to appear.
The challenge lasted for most of the day and was not very attractive. Many people were already planning to quit.
"Let me learn from the geniuses of Southern China!"
A burly man over two meters tall appeared, walked to the center of the platform with heavy steps, and looked far away to the South China State.
"Doro Royal God of War, Sikori!"
Someone exclaimed. This man was a member of the Doro royal family and was known as the God of War. This meant that this man was warlike and had won many battles. Especially on the battlefield, he had the title of God of War.
This time, he also represented the Doro royal family and participated in the Vientiane Ceremony.
There was silence all around, no one spoke, and it seemed that they were unwilling to fight with Xikeli. In terms of stature, no one in the Southern China could compete with him. In terms of realm, Xikeli was infinitely close to the Immortal Martial Realm.
"A bunch of cowards, no one dares to take action!"
Xikoli's voice was loud and sent out a shock wave. The sound was like thunder, which caused many people's eardrums to hurt.
"How dare you, let me teach you a lesson!"
A man jumped out, wearing Liuli Valley clothes. He was probably a disciple of Liuli Valley. Ye Feng took a glance and found that Die Wu was also among the crowd. It was estimated that he had been promoted to the level of a Holy Son in this year.
"Chacha..."
"With your small body, you are not afraid of being blown up by my punch!"
Xikoli laughed and looked at the man who was half a body shorter than him with a look of disdain.
"Being able to defeat you is enough!"
Liuligu's disciple's body turned into a long line, and he punched Xikori's face. The face is the weak point of human beings, and this disciple's attack method was correct.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Xikoli waved his giant fist, and a strong wind blew up on the ground, blowing up bursts of dust. Many people were unable to open their eyes and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
"boom!"
There was only a bang and a shadow flew out.
"Wow!"
It was the disciple of Liuli Valley who was knocked away. There was an extra fist mark on his body and he was directly knocked away. Even the others could not see clearly. Ye Feng's eyes suddenly shrank and he narrowed his eyes to look at Xikoli.
"You dare to come and participate in the Vientiane Ceremony with this little ability. I think all of you in the Southern China should go back to me. From now on, we only need to participate in the Vientiane Ceremony in the Northern Territory Snowfield!"
Xikoli was unforgiving and made such nonsense that he actually brought the entire Southern China into it. Many people showed indignation on their faces. Since ancient times, the Vientiane Ceremony has always been attended by the Southern China and the Northern Snowfield. They actually said such things.
"Why don't you accept it? Come up and challenge me if you don't accept it. Give me a reason not to accept it. I think you are all cowards. Are you scared out of your wits?"
After Xikoli finished speaking, a series of laughter broke out from the snowfield in the Northern Territory and began to ridicule. After dozens of games, the Southern Territory China won less and lost more.
"Arrogant, just let me meet you!"
Zhang Wenqiang couldn't bear it anymore. He felt very uncomfortable being ridiculed. At this moment, there was no battle between the academy and the battle among the sects. There were only two major divine realms.
"You are no match for him, and you will get injured in vain. If you get injured, the Vientiane Ceremony will end early for you!"
Ye Feng held down Zhang Wenqiang and did not let him go up.
"Then what should we do, let the snowy plains of the Northern Territory mock us like this!"
Zhang Wenqiang was very angry. Some of the saint sons sent by the second-rate forces, not to mention, had chosen to be cowards at this time. The two major colleges, plus Liuli Valley, and Guiyun Castle had not spoken yet.
After being repeatedly provoked by Xikoli, a disciple of Guiyun Castle stood up. He was wearing a blood-red shirt and was extremely powerful. The moment he appeared, a strong bloody aura came out of his body.
"I'm going to drink your blood!"
The disciple of Guiyun Castle had a cold voice and licked his lips, wanting to drink up Xikoli's blood.
"Grandsons of Guiyunbao, you should go back and suck the blood of your own family!"
Xikeli has a thorough understanding of the Southern China and basically pays attention to the disciples of several major forces.
Provoked by Xikori, the Guiyunbao disciple fired a vertical shot and his body turned into a meteor. Instead of fighting Xikori head-on, he chose to fight.
Xikeli was not as fast as Guiyunbao's disciple, so he was circled around. This gave Guiyunbao's disciples a chance to hit Xikeli's body with punch after punch.
"Try a little harder, are you tickling me?"
Although he was constantly bombarded by the disciples of Guiyun Castle, Xikori acted as if nothing was wrong. These fists attacked him without any threat.
The angry Guiyunbao disciple turned livid and increased his strength, making a banging sound with his fist. This time, Xikoli screamed in anger.
"The lion's roar breaks!"
Suddenly, Sikori let out a roar, and a huge shock wave appeared. Some of the disciples closest to Sikori were blown away and flew off the platform.
The first one to bear the brunt was the Guiyunbao disciple who was fighting with him. He felt his head swell, his body was out of control, and he was directly knocked away.
"Sonic power. What a powerful sonic power!"
More than half of the people covered their ears and barely withstood the sonic attack. As for the other half, either their eardrums had not recovered or they were unconscious.
As for the Guiyunbao disciples who fought against Xikoli, they were already unconscious.
The expressions of all the disciples in Southern China changed drastically. This Xikoli actually practiced a very powerful sonic technique.
"Is there anyone who wants to continue the challenge?"
Xiko was expressionless inside. After using the sonic power, his true energy was consumed for a while.
There was silence all around. Some of the top genius disciples did not want to be exposed and stayed to participate in the Vientiane Ceremony. They would never hurt themselves before the game.
"You, come out here, I want to challenge you!"
Seeing the silence around him, Xikori pointed his finger at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was stunned. He just came here to watch the excitement. He had no intention of taking action. He just wanted to observe the strength of these disciples in the Northern Snowfield.
Countless eyes were fixed on Ye Feng. They didn't understand why Xikoli challenged Ye Feng alone. This seemed to be unreasonable. After all, neither party knew each other.
"Brother Ye, you have to be careful!"
Leng Bing saw with his own eyes the disciples of Guiyun Castle who were unconscious. The disciples of Guiyun Castle who had just attacked were even stronger than him. They were no match for Xikoli. Ye Feng was in danger if he went up. (To be continued)