"Oh, Xuandi Demon Body is the number one demon body. Will anyone still practice it now?" Elder Shen asked in surprise after hearing this.

"It's the Xuandi Demon Body. Look at Zhang Zhong's body, there is almost no magical skills. He should have the talent for cultivation." Elder Lu pointed his hand at Zhang Chong on the field and said.

"If you want to cultivate this mysterious demon body, it is not enough to have talent, it also requires great opportunities and perseverance. I think this kid is a little restless and not a calm person to practice." Elder Ma also joined the conversation.

"The Changsheng Sect is a branch of the Demon King Sect. Will the Demon King Sect directly bring Zhang Chong to the sect?" This sentence was asked by Elder Shen to Elder Lu.

Elder Lu is the guardian elder of the Demon King Sect. He twisted his beard and smiled,

"This sect has no idea yet, but it will give you more resources that Tingfeng Luo wants. The Xuandi Demon Body. People with this talent can say that there are no less than a hundred ways, but they can really cultivate it. In the past ten thousand years, there is still one that has not been released. Young disciples need to experience more. Moreover, the Demon King Sect does not want any useless disciples to come in.

But if he becomes the leader in the Changsheng Sect, it will not be too late for him to enter the Demon King Sect. Other sects don’t have to think too much about him.”

Although Elder Lu said these words with a smile, Elder Shen and Elder Ma could understand that although this disciple of the Changsheng Sect has not yet reached the strength to enter the Demon King Sect, if you count it, you can only become a disciple of the Demon King Sect.

However, this is also the unified attitude of various sects towards potential disciples. Large sects will produce many branches in all walks of life. These branches are like fish ponds, which will not cause the quality of disciples to be uneven, but can also continuously send successful disciples to the sects. They will never be allowed to be snatched away by other sects.

"That's nature, that's nature." Elder Ma laughed and pulled the topic back to the competition venue.

Zhang Chongxin was not worried. He threw all the paper talismans he had done before in his hands. His body was like a loach, but he did not go to places where there were fewer people or time. Instead, he ran to where there were many people and where there were chaos.

During the melee, everyone was very energetic and had no spare energy to turn to Zhang Chong to deal with the enemy in front of him.

Occasionally, a few people wanted to chase Zhang Chong, followed Zhang Chong, but were not careful to follow him into the crowd, and were stopped by others as the target of attack.

What a melee, the dozens of people who were truly powerful were far away from the center of the battlefield and scattered on the edge of the competition field.

Fang Hongjin held a ghost-headed sword. He was nine feet tall and his muscles were bulging. He was a powerful man of the fifth level of divine power. At this moment, he was standing there leisurely, but no one dared to provoke him.

He looked at Zhang Chong's running figure and said with a giggle.

"This kid is a quirky guy and can't fight, but he escapes very quickly."

Time passed quickly. Half an hour passed in a flash, but the melee on the field continued. However, the strength of the strength was clearly distinguished. The nearly fifty people standing on the edge of the competition were all strong people who were sure of advancement. They were either knocked out or no one dared to approach them. After all, no one was on the side.

Fang Hongjin looked around the field and his strength was almost the strongest person, and there were nearly 400 people on the field. At that moment, he also said loudly,

"It's getting late, hurry up and settle the battle, don't let someone watch our jokes."

After saying this, he took the lead and rushed towards a group of melee people not far from him with a big sword.

His big sword waving in the wind, his nine-foot-long height made him look like a god of war. With just one wave, he heard two screams, and immediately two people were hit by his sword.

The crowd seemed even more chaotic, and after Fang Hong advanced, he kept dancing. His big sword started to move like a wheel, making a sound like a ghost crying and howling. Before the sword arrived, the sound was heard first, so that no one among the group of people could block his sword.

Zhang Chong was among the crowd. He wanted to use the chaos to hide his body, but as the number of people gradually decreased, it was difficult for him to hide it. Fang Hongjin's big sword slashed towards him with endless momentum.

Seeing that his ability was incompetent, his [Divine Actions and Variations] was also at its peak, and he wanted to avoid Fang Hongjin's pursuit.

"There will be no escapees under the ghost and demon sword." Fang Hongjin said loudly, but he did not see any changes. The ghost and demon sword had stretched out of thin air for several points and slashed in front of Zhang Chong again.

"Not good~~" Zhang Chong saw this critical situation, without thinking, and the four [fireball talismans] in his hand flew out. He knew that the fireball could not repel Fang Hongjin, and he just hoped that he could delay some time so that he could escape the pursuit.

"Small skills among carvings~~" Fang Hongjin roared. The power of this sound actually caused four fireballs to change their forward trajectory and flew away against his body.
Chapter completed!