The passionate and transparent voice fell, and the atmosphere around the high platform became high again.
Feng Yu was dressed in a green robe, standing with his hands behind his back, with a square face, eyes as sharp as lightning, and a heavy aura exuding from his whole body.
His powerful voice resounded in everyone's ears, "The rules of the Foreign Palace Competition are that all disciples of the Foreign Palace can choose to participate. There are five arenas on the high platform, and all contestants step onto the arena in turn."
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding Waifu disciples instantly made a burst of noise.
"There are not only two or three thousand disciples among us participating in the outer competition, but also one or two thousand. If we continue to compare like this, we will have to compete in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."
A man in a blue shirt had a look of doubt on his face.
In the huge outer palace, there are tens of thousands of disciples, but there are only about a thousand warriors who have reached the spiritual mortal realm or above, and there are even fewer warriors in the middle and late spiritual mortal realm.
Therefore, many Waifu disciples who have not yet entered the spiritual mortal realm will give up on this competition, and will choose to participate in the next Waifu Competition after their own cultivation has improved.
As if he had expected such a reaction from everyone, Feng Yu stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The battle in the arena is not for you to fight in pairs."
"Isn't it a fight between two and two?" Upon hearing this, a ray of doubt flashed in everyone's mind.
"Before entering the ring, each of you will receive a Qingling Jade. Two hours after entering the ring, whoever among you has the number of Qingling Jade in his hand reaches the top ten in the ring, he will be the winner.
You can advance to the next round.”
Feng Yu stood with his hands behind his hands, glanced in all directions, and spoke in a solemn voice.
"So, the first round of this foreign competition is a matter of life and death!" A man with a snake head exclaimed.
"My dear friend, what you said is true. It's really difficult to compete for the Qingling Jade in the middle of hundreds of people within two hours." Another man with squinting eyes said.
"Hmph! This is not the speed of life and death. It is clearly the ultimate test of strength!"
"The ultimate test?" An unknown color flashed through the squinting man's remaining right eye.
"Yes, within two hours, there will definitely be more powerful people, and these people will naturally get a part of the Qingling Jade. However, at the last moment, it will be time for those truly talented people to take action."
"And those true geniuses will eventually move their targets to those who previously snatched a part of the Qingling Jade."
"I see, so the warriors who are in the middle of the pack end up making wedding clothes for the strong ones!" The man with squinting eyes suddenly realized.
Yun Mo stood behind the two of them. When he heard this, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
Because what this person said is extremely reasonable, and this is exactly Yun Mo's plan. If he fights for the Qingling Jade at the beginning, he will inevitably lose too much spiritual power in the end, giving others the opportunity to take advantage of him.
"Brother Yun, what's your ring number?" Mo Qing'er asked curiously.
After taking a look at the number he had just drawn, Yun Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Number five."
Hearing this, Mo Qing'er felt a little disappointed and said softly: "My sister and I are both in the second ring. It's a pity that we can't be in the same ring as Brother Yun."
Yun Mo was startled for a moment, then laughed silently.
"Now, all contestants, come to the ring!"
As Feng Yu shouted softly, figures suddenly shot out from around the high platform.
"Boohoo!"
Warriors continued to board the ring intermittently. Yun Mo watched the two women board the ring, then put their feet on the ground, leaped into the air, and landed smoothly on the ring.
Shouts filled the sky, cheering for all the warriors standing on the ring. No matter what the result was, having the courage to stand on it was already worthy of praise.
After boarding the ring, Yun Mo glanced at the situation on the ring. It was generally similar to what Yun Mo had expected. There were about five hundred people on the entire No. 5 ring, which was the largest number of people among these rings.
"The timer has started, I wish you good luck!" Feng Yu said with a slightly curved corner of his mouth.
As the voice fell, a burly, dark-faced man suddenly stood up, with a sinister smile on his face, and said: "Now, you weaklings who are below the late-stage Spiritual Realm can use your Qingling
Jade was handed over."
"snort!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you say such arrogant words!"
A man in a white military robe came out and retorted without giving in.
"What?" The burly man smiled ferociously, and just as he finished speaking, his burly figure suddenly rushed out from the place, like a tiger trampling over mountains and rivers, with a fierce momentum.
"If you can catch my punch, you win!"
"Arrogant!"
The man in white robe angrily scolded, a golden spiritual power surged from his palm, and with a flash of golden light, he punched the burly man.
Boo!
"ah!"
The moment the two fists intersected, together with the white-robed man's shrill scream, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, and it hit the table behind him heavily.
"Who are you? How is this possible!" The man in white robe looked horrified, holding his right arm in pain. In the fight just now, his right arm was blown off by the burly man.
"Weak chicken!"
The burly man glanced coldly at the man in white robe, uttered two words coldly, and then looked away.
Feeling the other party's disregard and disdainful eyes, the man in white robe's eyes widened, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.
Wow!
The rest of the people on the ring had their pupils shrunken, a little shocked by the burly man's performance just now.
What you need to know is that the man in white robe has the strength of the middle stage of the spiritual realm. It is simply unbelievable that he is not a single enemy of the burly man in front of him.
In the entire outer palace, there are no more than ten people who can reach the middle stage of the spiritual realm in an instant, and most of these ten people are known to everyone.
Gradually, the figure of the burly man overlapped with the figure in everyone's minds.
Suddenly, one person's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in shock: "I remembered, he is Chi Ye!"
Ikeno!
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, and a huge look of horror flashed in their eyes.
"Could it be that Chi Ye who has been training in the wild mountains?"
"There are no more than ten people with such strength in the outer palace, so he must be right."
There was a lot of chatter among the onlookers, and it also reached the ears of the burly man.
"Haha, you ants are somewhat knowledgeable."
After the words fell, there was a faint anger in everyone's eyes. Unfortunately, reason told them that the people in front of them could not be defeated by numbers. Moreover, the rest of them were also competing with each other, which was not reliable.
"I heard that a boy named Yun Mo appeared in the outer mansion a few days ago, and this person even killed that good-for-nothing Han Haoyun through a life-and-death battle, right?"
Chi Ye waved his arms and suddenly recalled the name that often rang in his ears in the past few days.
A man with a knife mark on his face came out, turned his eyes, and said flatteringly: "Brother Chi, this is indeed the case. That Yun Mo is also quite capable."
"Um?"
"Uh... No matter how talented Yun Mo is, he will never be able to match Senior Brother Chi." The scarred man's heart trembled and he quickly changed his words.
"Well, this makes sense. That good-for-nothing Han Haoyun relied on a beast spirit art to think he was fearless. It's ridiculous. That Yun Mo killed Han Haoyun made me feel itchy and wanted to compete with him.
.”
Chi Ye frowned and said thoughtfully.
The man with the scar calmly glanced in Yun Mo's direction and said, "Senior Brother Chi, if you want to compete with Yun Mo, that's easy."
"Could it be that Yun Mo is also on the fifth stage?" Chiye became interested when he heard the sound.
"Of course, Senior Brother Chi, Junior Brother also met Yun Mo when he was on the stage of life and death, and he is on the stage now."
The man with the scar is decisive.
"Haha, Yun Mo, since you are also on the fifth stage, why don't you show up and let us compete."
Chiye's eyes were filled with fiery fighting spirit.
Seeing this situation, Yun Mo instantly understood Chi Ye's character, a typical militant. To deal with such a person, unless you use your absolute strength to teach him a lesson, he will never give up.
Thinking of this, Yun Mo no longer hid his figure and walked out openly, standing opposite Chi Ye.
On the stage, the two people's eyes met in the void, and there was a faint flash of fire, and the atmosphere on the stage became tense.
The rest of the people turned their attention to the two people standing in the center of the stage, with a hint of expectation in their eyes. Generally speaking, the battle between these two people can only be seen in the second round of the competition.