Ye Feng looked at the Taiyi Sect disciples who were cheering so hard and couldn't help but laugh: "These people are so stupid. Why are they so excited? They can't get the Tianling Pill. This Tianling Pill is mine."
Mr. Mo Da on the rostrum had contempt in his eyes. He shook his head gently and laughed secretly in his heart. The Taiyi Sect only knows how to attract attention and wants to surpass our Fangcun Mountain. It would be useless even if he had a hundred years.
Zen Master Zhikong smiled and congratulated Yue Zhuoqun: "Amitabha, Master Yue is generous and magnanimous. Good deeds are rewarded with good rewards, and your merits are immeasurable."
Yue Zhuoqun felt very proud and said modestly, "Don't say that. I love my disciples too. They have been practicing day after day without fear of wind and rain or hardship for many years. It is not easy. As their masters, we should be generous and provide them with some resources to help them."
Taoist Chongxu also laughed and said, "Sect Master Yue is really generous. He has given out so many generous prizes. The prizes are much richer than those of the last session."
Yue Zhuoqun also deliberately glanced at Mr. Mo Da, his expression seemed to say, our Taiyi Sect is not as stingy as your Fangcun Mountain. You are the number one ancient martial arts sect, but you are narrow-minded and not as good as our Taiyi Sect.
Taoist Chongxu seemed to be praising Yue Zhuoqun, but he was actually trying to stir up hatred, because the last ancient martial arts competition was hosted by Fangcun Mountain. Saying that the prizes in the last competition were not as good as this one is equivalent to saying that Fangcun Mountain is stingy and not as good as Taiyi Sect. If Mr. Mo Da knew about this, he would definitely be angry.
However, Mr. Mo Da did not seem to hear their discussion as he was chatting with his granddaughter Mo Lingshan behind him.
Elder Lu continued, "We have discussed the prizes and the competition schedule, and today's Xuan-level Ancient Martial Arts Competition has officially begun. The Xuan-level Ancient Martial Arts Competition is divided into two stages. The first stage is the elimination round, where Xuan-level Ancient Martial Arts players will fight against fierce beasts, and only the winners can enter the second stage of group duels. The second stage of group duels, two people in a group, the winners enter the next round, and the losers are eliminated until the final first, second, and third place are selected."
After explaining the rules, Elder Lu violently waved a golden flag in his hand, and ten shirtless disciples with muscles as developed as mountains, vigorously waved their drumsticks and beat ten bronze war drums.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling war drums rang out on the top of Mount Huashan, like thousands of troops galloping among the mountains, or like rolling thunder in the sky.
Three large arenas have been prepared on the top of Mount Huashan. Due to the large number of participants, the competition can be carried out simultaneously on these three arenas to speed up the progress of the competition.
There will be a level 2 ferocious beast placed on each of the three arenas. Xuan-level ancient warriors will take turns to go on stage and fight with the ferocious beast. If they can stay on the arena with the ferocious beast for five minutes, they will be considered to have passed.
A Taiyi Sect disciple brought a cage covered with black cloth, gently placed the cage on ring No. 1, and slowly opened the cage.
After opening the cage, the Taiyi Sect disciple quickly jumped off the stage, leaving behind the Xuan-level ancient warriors fighting on the stage.
The ancient warrior was a tall and strong young man in purple clothes with a calm expression. There were golden lightning patterns embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes. He was a disciple of Fangcun Mountain.
Because weapons are not prohibited in ancient martial arts competitions, one will definitely have an advantage when fighting others with a weapon that one is familiar with. Except for those who specialize in practicing horizontal kung fu and are good at boxing and kicking, most ancient martial artists participating in the competition will bring a weapon.
The young man in purple was holding a round hammer with an iron handle. The hammer looked like a golden melon, with full texture and the iron handle was polished to be extremely smooth. It seemed that the young man in purple had it for some time.
There were squeaking sounds coming from the black cloth cage. The young man in purple looked a little nervous because he didn't know what kind of ferocious beast was inside. The onlookers under the ring also stretched their heads to watch nervously.
After a while, a little monkey with yellow hair came out from the black cloth cage. The little monkey came out of the cage, blinking its red eyes and looking at the young man in purple smartly.
How can this be a second-level ferocious beast? It's just an ordinary monkey. Is there something wrong
Seeing the yellow-haired monkey staring at him, the young man in purple raised his eyebrows, his face full of disdain, and played a trick with the hammer in his hand, demonstrating to the monkey, "Don't mess around. Stay with me for five minutes and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will smash you to pieces with this hammer."
Anyway, the rules of the game are that you have to stay with the monkey for five minutes, and there is no need to kill the monkey. The young man in purple was playing with his hammer out of boredom.
The fifty-pound golden hammer seemed as light as a feather in the hands of the young man in purple. He spun it in circles and flipped it over with great ease.
Ye Feng looked at the monkey on stage No. 1. He thought it was a mistake at first, but when he found that the palms of the monkey's small paws were bright red like blood, he suddenly thought of something and his mind entered the Beast Taming Order.
Since inheriting the blood of the ancient gods, Ye Feng's mental power has also changed. After his mind entered the Beast Taming Order, he could not only detect the Ice Silkworm and Xiaobai sleeping quietly in the Beast Taming Order, but also sense the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts in the Beast Taming Order.
The name of this little yellow-haired monkey was found in the main scroll of the Ten Thousand Beasts Atlas. It was the Blood Claw Monkey. This monkey had yellow hair all over its body, claws as red as blood, sharp claws like knives, and it walked as fast as the wind. It was a second-level ferocious beast, with a high level of danger. It had a strong sense of territory and was very likely to attack humans.
Just as the purple-clothed young man and the blood-clawed monkey were looking at each other, the blood-clawed monkey's expression changed. It bared its knife-like fangs and hissed a warning at him.
The young man in purple didn't take it seriously. Three minutes had already passed. In two more minutes, he wouldn't have to stay with this monkey anymore and could move on to the next round of real showdown.
Ye Feng shook his head. This young man in purple was too careless. When the blood-clawed monkey showed its fangs and hissed, it was about to attack people. At that moment, he felt a little sorry for this disciple of Fangcun Mountain.
Whoosh, there was a flash of yellow light before his eyes. The young man in purple was so scared that he raised his arm to block it. A huge pain came over him, and he groaned in pain.
The blood-clawed monkey had already retreated to its original position, but its claws were dripping with bright red blood. Its claws looked as if they were made of human blood.
No one dared to underestimate this blood-clawed monkey anymore. The disciples waiting to go on stage all gasped, because no one saw how the blood-clawed monkey attacked.
There was a long bloody wound on the strong forearm of the young man in purple, and blood immediately seeped out of the wound, and there was no way to stop the blood from flowing out.
The young man in purple had extraordinary arm strength and he wielded the golden hammer to perfection. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Xuan level, but the blood-claw monkey was as fast as lightning. With just one claw, its sharp claws dug out a piece of flesh from his arm.
Moreover, a strange tingling sensation extended from the wound to the upper part of his arm, and he could not lift the golden hammer at all.
A whistle sounded, the blood-clawed monkey looked around alertly, and quickly jumped back into the black cage.
(End of this chapter)