The first round of Xuan-level ancient warrior competition has ended. Among the 46 Xuan-level ancient warriors participating in the competition, only 10 successfully entered the second round.
Elder Lu announced the list of winners and asked the advanced Xuan-level ancient warriors to step out.
The first one to come out was the official ancient martial artist, Luo Feng’s police officer.
Luo Feng took off the riot helmet on his head, revealing his handsome face. Holding the helmet in one hand and the riot shield in the other, he walked out of the team in high spirits.
His appearance caused a lot of discussion among people, most of whom were disciples of Taiyi Sect. Seeing how handsome Luo Feng was, they began to envy him.
"Why is there someone holding a riot shield? Is he here to fight terrorism?"
"It's a bit unprofessional for the police to participate in the ancient martial arts competition instead of catching thieves."
"You are so fair-skinned, it would be a good idea for you to be a gigolo."
The beauties in Yihua Palace were also chattering about Luo Feng.
"This Officer Luo is so handsome. Among the hundreds of ancient warriors on Mount Hua, he is the most handsome."
"This guy is good-looking. I like him."
"I think he is not as good as our chief commander."
Yue Zhuoqun and Taoist Chongxu on the rostrum looked at each other with a look of contempt in their eyes: "This person is really lucky."
"It's good enough for him to get this far. Luck can't help him keep going."
What this means is that Luo Feng entered the second round of the Xuan level competition by luck, but after the second round, he was not so lucky anymore.
The second person to step out was the monk Wuxin from Xuankong Temple. He was tall, with an open collar that revealed thick black chest hair. He had a cold expression and slammed his demon-subduing pestle heavily on the ground, sending up a ball of sparks.
The one who advanced to the second round from Shangqing Sect was Taoist Priest Xuanqing, who was in his thirties, with a dark complexion and a wisp of green beard fluttering in the wind.
Two disciples from Fangcun Mountain advanced.
Although not as tall as Monk Wuxin, he was also strong and sturdy. He wore a purple training suit with golden lightning patterns embroidered on the sleeves. His every move was calm and composed, showing the strong self-confidence of the ancient warrior of Fangcun Mountain.
When reading the names of the Taiyi Sect's advanced disciples, Elder Lu deliberately raised his voice: "Four Xuan-level disciples from the Taiyi Sect have successfully entered the next round of competition."
As if he had anticipated such an outcome, the smile on Yue Zhuoqun's face became even more intense, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he glanced at Mr. Mo Da next to him in a boastful manner.
It seems to be saying, what do you think, our Taiyi Sect is not behind your Fangcun Mountain, right? Sooner or later, your Fangcun Mountain will give up the title of the world's number one ancient martial arts sect.
Ye Feng looked at the four Taiyi Sect disciples and remembered that they were all ancient warriors who had passed the third arena competition. They stayed in front of the Ghost-faced Spider for five full minutes and qualified to enter the next round of competition.
In the eyes of outsiders, the ghost-faced spider is more evil and vicious than the blood-clawed monkey and the fire civet cat. Anyone who is touched by its venom will either die or be crippled. In fact, the ghost-faced spider is only a level one ferocious beast, half a level lower than the blood-clawed monkey and the fire civet cat, which are two level two ferocious beasts.
Its movements are relatively slow and its intelligence is low. As long as it takes precautions, eats poison-avoiding pills, and avoids being sprayed by the ghost-faced spider's venom, it will be easier for it to advance smoothly.
These four Taiyi Sect disciples were clearly well prepared when facing the Ghost-Faced Spider, and they were suspected of cheating.
Ye Feng praised the Taiyi Sect disciples on the surface: "Congratulations, Sect Master Yue, four of your disciples actually advanced. It seems that Sect Master Yue has put in a lot of effort."
Yue Zhuoqun was a little surprised that Ye Feng actually praised him. He thought complacently, could it be that he knew that his sect was very powerful and wanted to curry favor with him
He didn't realize that Ye Feng was talking about putting in a lot of effort, and he was referring to him helping his disciples cheat.
He coughed twice with pride and said with a smile: "These disciples get up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs. They work hard from dawn to dusk and practice. Of course, they put in a lot of effort."
This old guy is so shameless that he couldn't even understand the meaning of my words. I really don't know how he can be the leader of Taiyi Sect.
Ye Feng looked disdainful and said sarcastically, "Sect Master Yue, the Xuan-level group has only entered the second round of the competition, and it hasn't ended yet. Don't be too happy, Sect Master Yue. You probably asked your disciples to take the anti-poison pills and specially arranged them on the third stage. You are cheating."
Yue Zhuoqun's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly looked gloomy.
He was so angry that his face turned pale, then blue. He defended himself by saying, "They drew lots and went to Arena No. 3. I don't control which arena they go to. How can it be cheating? Sect Master Ye, please stop slandering me."
Ye Feng chuckled: "Whether you cheat or not has no effect on the result. The first place in the Xuan level group will definitely be our Jiang Yixue."
"Humph, Sect Master Ye, you are too confident."
Yue Zhuoqun glared at Ye Feng fiercely. This boy was too arrogant. He just inherited the legacy of Master Tianzhen, but he was so arrogant.
Puff! Du Zhong didn't expect Ye Feng to expose Yue Zhuoqun so directly and not give him any face at all. The peaceful atmosphere just now became tense. He sprayed out the tea he drank with laughter.
Taoist Master Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong were almost amused. They wanted to laugh in their hearts but couldn't show it on their faces. They forced themselves to smile, and the muscles on their faces twitched and they looked weird.
Mr. Mo Da still had a calm expression as if facing a catastrophe. He just glanced at Ye Feng indifferently. Although this kid looked hateful, he was relatively more likable than Yue Zhuoqun.
Mo Lingshan, who was standing behind Mr. Mo Da, had long been disgusted with Yue Zhuoqun's smug look. They hadn't even won the final game, but had only advanced to the next round, and Yue Zhuoqun was about to be so proud of himself. Ye Feng vented her anger for her.
She giggled and stuck out her tongue at Ye Feng: "I like to see you two biting each other."
Ye Feng raised his hand and threatened her, "You want to be beaten again? Even though your grandfather is here, I can still beat you."
Mo Lingshan knew that Ye Feng had this ability, so she couldn't laugh anymore. She glared at Ye Feng and pouted her lips to complain to her grandfather, Mr. Mo Da: "Grandpa, does he want to bully me again?"
Signaling his granddaughter not to worry, Mr. Mo Da smiled and said to Ye Feng: "My little granddaughter is young and naughty, Sect Master Ye, please be more tolerant."
"Don't worry, Mr. Mo Da. I won't argue with a child. I was just teasing her."
Hearing Ye Feng say that he was a child, Mo Lingshan said unconvincedly: "You are the child, I am seventeen years old, not much younger than you."
"One year younger is still younger."
At this time, Elder Lu of Taiyi Sect announced the last person to enter the second round of the competition. Without any suspense, he read out Jiang Yixue's name.
Jiang Yixue stood in the team of winners, with a radiant and charming smile on her pretty face.
She deliberately raised her face to Ye Feng on the podium to show off, and Ye Feng smiled and gave her a thumbs up to congratulate her.
(End of this chapter)