After a long time, everyone's heart gradually calmed down. They knew that there were people outside the sky, and the world was so big. By the way of the Shadow Gate, it would inevitably attract a lot of hatred and be destroyed, which is not uncommon.
The game still has to continue.
Ye Chen said: "Everyone, I just take this matter to remind everyone that the world today seems to be getting more and more unstable. We must be fully prepared!"
"Okay, let's start the conference. The Dan Hui and the Wu Hui will be held at the same time. Now, the Tianjiao Wu Hui, start!"
After Ye Chen finished speaking, he retreated and sat down in his seat again.
With the sound of the drums of war, the 600 young talents under the age of 26 who were present, each in accordance with their age and order, boarded the nine arenas.
In this battle, the nine platforms started together, and a group of eighteen people went to war at the same time!
This setting is very fast for the speed of the game, but for these audiences, it is really unfair. They will feel that their eyes are not enough. The nine arenas, which one is the most exciting
Not only that, the competition of the Dan Dao is even more isolated from the Wuhui, which is in the main hall, and the Wuhui is in the open field.
If anyone is interested in Dan Dao martial arts, then he will be miserable, even if he cuts himself in half, it is probably not enough to run.
At this moment, all young people are wearing hand cards and standing in designated positions.
Yin Liufeng, holding his arms at this moment, expressionless, turned a deaf ear to everything present, he just waited for his appearance.
At this moment, to the left of Yin Liufeng, there is a young boy who looks very immature, about thirteen or fourteen years old.
He looked around with a puzzled look, and then murmured: "Yeah! Why did I scan around and didn't see Luo Xingchen's figure, what about my idol?"
Yin Liufeng was originally indifferent, but when he heard the name suddenly, he opened his eyes and glanced at the young man beside him.
This young man, dressed in plain clothes, was half a head shorter than Yin Liufeng, and looked innocent and curious. He scratched his head and glanced around.
Yin Liufeng pricked his ears, and he could hardly hear any news about Luo Xingchen.
"You save the time, he can't come." Next to the young boy, Senior Brother Lu Kai, with a look of disappointment, curled his lips.
Yin Liufeng's eyes lit up instantly when he heard the words.
The junior brother was still a little confused, pouting his mouth and lowering his eyes: "Why, the Danwu Conference is so grand, why wouldn't he come?"
Lu Kai sighed: "Who made him so unlucky? God's will tricks others..."
"Hey..." The younger brother was very disappointed, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Hehe..." Lu Kai then smiled rejoicingly: "Fortunately he didn't come, otherwise, this year's Danwu Conference, I'm afraid it will be messed up..."
Yin Liufeng's brows were frowned, and he couldn't understand.
Luo Xingchen, can you mess up the Danwu Conference
He did not come, some were disappointed, some rejoiced
But immediately, Yin Liufeng was relieved. There are so many people in the Blue Wind Continent that there are too many called Luo Xingchen. What he heard may not be the Luo Xingchen he knew.
What's more, listening to this, Luo Xingchen should have had an accident, whether it was dead or alive.
"Humph." Yin Liufeng smiled coldly and whispered: "Why do I take you seriously again? It's really unnecessary."
At this moment, nine ruling elders boarded the ring, and on the hexagonal ring in the center, a gray-haired old man began to announce the rules.
His solemn and strong voice sounded: "In the first round, Tianjiao fights, each age is a battalion, six people are in a group, and the final winner can advance to the second round!"
When the ruling elder announced his words, there was an uproar in the audience. This rule is really harsh!
There are more than 600 talents participating in the competition. If this happens, more than 500 people will be eliminated in the first round. These geniuses are the leaders of the same generation. If they are brushed down this way, they will be able to advance. It's a monster in a million.
The wheel battle tests the grasp of each genius of their physical strength and combat. Once they have insufficient combat experience, they can win the first round, but they may not win the second and third rounds.
When the ruling elders were in place, they immediately scattered in the corners of the nine arenas, standing still, each took out a list, and began to announce the number of battle cards.
"Battle Terrace No. 1, Group 1, Lin Chengfeng No. 3, Ming Zhan No. 27, Xue Gang No. 103, Zhou Yang No. 87, No. 242, No. 369 Gu Nanhai, No. 501 Shen Dong!"
"Battle platform number two, Yin Liufeng number seventeen, Su Yue number sixty-five, Fan Yuhua number seven..."
Battle platform 3: "15th, 183rd, 520th..."
At the beginning, the names of the members were also announced. Later, in order to save time, the elders of the rulings did not even call the names and called the numbers directly.
With the announcement of the list of members of the first group of the Nine Challenges, the first name to be pronounced will naturally appear first.
Each of the nine battle platforms has two players jumping on top.
The first one, the first to take the shot, was a fifteen-year-old boy who looked very sturdy and powerful. This was also the minimum age for the competition.
His opponent is on the stage, holding a sword tightly in his hand, and is about to stab it out in an instant!
"Yeah!" The young man roared and shook away his opponent's sword with a terrifying aura. He directly slapped his opponent's chest with a palm. In the first game, he won with one move!
The second person came on stage and began to challenge him, but was also crushed by his punch. The third person, the fourth person...Four opponents fought with him. His fighting method is simple and rough, and he has always tried his best. Roaring, seemed to have endless strength.
However, the fifth opponent came on stage, grabbed his attacking weakness, and pierced his armpit with a sword!
"Bang!" With a loud noise falling to the ground, this sturdy young man was instantly defeated. He won four games in a row and was about to successfully defend the challenge, but ended in this way.
"Shhh..." The countless audience frowned and glanced at the swordsman who defeated the rough boy. There was some imbalance in their hearts. This was obviously because the kid was at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength.
At this moment, in the crowd, Wei Yi of Zhenshan Sect shook his head indifferently and muttered: "This power is not used by you like this, tusk..."
As a bloodline of strength, he naturally could see that this kid was born with supernatural power, but he relied too much on his own strength and was not good at mastering combat skills.
The second battle platform, opened at the same time, Yin Liufeng, appeared.
"Come on, Brother Yin, abuse them!" A group of disciples of Ziyin Sect, big and small, call Yin Liufeng seniors at the same time. Some of them started earlier than Yin Liufeng, but they didn't dare to be arrogant. Yin Liufeng's talent can indeed. Called Ziyinzong No. 1!
With arrogance, Yin Liufeng flew into the air, leaping more than three feet high, landing lightly on the battle platform.
His first opponent was Jian Xiu, who had sharp eyes and pierced him with his sword, the speed already reaching the extreme.
"Yeah!" The sword qi burst out of infinite power like a waterfall, and the sword reached Yin Liufeng's body.
Yin Liufeng looked indifferent and stood still.
"Shit!" His palm was almost subconsciously lifted up casually, and then, the dazzling sword was directly clamped by his fingers, making it difficult to move forward.
This Jian Xiu disciple struggled for a while, and it was useless. Yin Liufeng kicked him off the platform. The first round was over.
Then, the second round, the third round, the fourth round, the fifth round!
Yin Liufeng has been calm and unhurried almost all the time, and all five geniuses of his age were defeated by one move.
Yin Liufeng was almost shining in the audience, and countless people were shocked by his blood.
Yin Liufeng ended the battle, and he calmly jumped off the platform, his heart calm and his face calm.
Many of the hundreds of geniuses in the audience had their eyes brightened and showed admiration for him.
Of course, there are also some arrogant Tianjiao, with an unfathomable temperament, glancing at Yin Liufeng indifferently, somewhat disapproving.
Tianleihui, the sixteen-year-old boy hugged his arms and curled his mouth: "Huh, the moves are cool and grandiose."
Subsequently, the third battle platform, to the ninth battle platform, one by one wins and loses.
Among them, there was a girl with beautiful looks and charming eyes, who also surprised the audience.
From beginning to end, she never even made a move. She just glanced at the opponent, causing each opponent to lose his mind, and finally rolled off the stage one by one, before she suddenly realized that they had been eliminated silently.
Who is this charming girl? She is a new disciple of Cangzhou Hall of Dreams, and her comprehension of charm is the first one in a hundred years!
In the end, at the end of the first round, the two most shining ones were all from Cangzhou. This result also shocked many people. This year's Cangzhou finally produced a few incredible geniuses.
Then, the second round began, and nine more geniuses came to the fore. Among them, the most eye-catching one was Wei Yi of Zhenshanzong. He controlled the bloodline and used flexibly to blast his opponents off the ring with the momentum of thunder. .
The powerful of the thirty-five sects all attached great importance to Wei Yi.
"Unexpectedly, the Zhenshanzong who has always been behind, this year's genius is incredible!" In the VIP audience, the corner of Yang Mingxuan's mouth raised, revealing a bit of expectation.
After Wei Yi won, he coldly glanced at Yin Liufeng on the winning table, with provocations in his eyes.
Yin Liufeng closed his eyes and ignored it.
Subsequently, the second round of six advancements ended, and the third round opened.
At this time, the sky is getting dark, a bright moon rises into the sky, and the four sides of the nine arena are all lit up by night pearls, as bright as day.
"The first group, number seventy-two..."
"Um..." With this announcement, the little fat man Du Yuenlang dozed off in the genius team of Cangzhou Cangmeng, so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Behind him, a girl with braids frowning, her mouth curled, and her feet kicked to Du Yuen Long's ass: "I'm on the court, big pervert!"
"Boom!" Du Yuenlong's body flew out comically, just falling on the edge of the high battle platform. He only heard a scream, but he didn't grasp the high platform with his palm, and rolled down with a "pop"!
"Haha..." The crowd burst into laughter, and laughed secretly where this strange character came from. If you haven't beaten it yet, do you have to admit defeat
Du Yuenlong rolled a few times before slowly getting up from the ground, crying, and slowly stepping up the stairs.
And his opponent, already in the moonlight, holding his arms, waited for him for a long time.
"Hey, can you start?" the person asked condensedly.
Du Yuen Long was careless, dozing off, rubbing his eyes: "Um... it's okay... ah!"
"Boom..."
The next moment, Du Yuen Long fell from the battle platform again because of slipping under his feet, and the disciple was dumbfounded with a black line.
Everyone clutched their stomachs and leaned forward, almost almost laughing and crying.