On the high platform, Palace Master Yun Palace stared at Xie Feng, his eyes were cold and murderous intent surged in his heart.
His child, Yun Muhan, had his legs cut off by Xie Feng with the holy sword, and the severed limbs were burned with the holy fire, leaving him completely disabled!
Looking at the indifferent figure in green clothes, he wished he could slap him to death...
Click...
He made a sound with his palms.
When he was killing people with his eyes, Xie Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at him without hesitation!
He has handsome eyebrows and slender eyes, a handsome face, a calm and calm face, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, with a bit of arrogance and provocation.
Two eyes collided!
Sparks seemed to be shooting out of the air...
This is Xie Feng!
Destroy Han'er, the hateful guy!
This face is so ugly, so ferocious, so evil!
There seemed to be anger coming out of the palace master's eyes, but he tried his best to calm down. Surrounded by a huge crowd, countless eyes were focused on him!
"I will never let you go..."
Gong Zhen moved his lips and raised his spiritual power slightly. Only Xie Feng could hear his voice. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be looking down at the audience, but in fact he was staring at Xie Feng calmly!
Xie Feng, sitting in the front row, only chuckled after hearing this.
threaten?
He heard too much.
Ouch, I’m really scared.
Ha ha.
He pulled down the brim of his hat, receded his back slightly, and leaned comfortably on his seat, his consciousness entering the sea of silence, detached from everything else.
Don't take anyone seriously at all!
The palace master's face was gloomy.
When he was staring at Xie Feng, he had no idea that Mrs. Wen Qu was staring at her from the bamboo pavilion behind him.
Half of her face was hidden in the darkness, her eyes were cold, like a wolf king hiding in the darkness, staring at the palace master, very calm, solemn, and creepy.
…
There are two high platforms in the square, east and west. On the east side sit the palace lord and the three supreme beings. On the west side is the battle platform, the venue for competitions.
There are many competition events in the final battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, such as martial arts, alchemy, medicine, casting, formations, celestial calculations, etc. They occupy different proportions, and the most important one is martial arts.
If the contestant performs very well in martial arts and does not stretch his hips in other events, the final ranking will basically be the ranking of martial arts!
The four assembly elders walked down the platform, preparing to take the contestants other than martial arts to other specific venues.
There was a commotion in the audience, and countless people got up and walked over.
Discussions followed like boiling water in a cauldron.
"Hey, what do you think?"
"We are not a top force, and there is no chance of being in the top ten in martial arts. I plan to let my people participate in all events except martial arts."
"If you ask me, I should still give it a try. Those projects are just icing on the cake, and they are not as good as martial arts results!"
"Aim to participate!"
"Those major sects must have gathered in martial arts, this time it will definitely be a fight between gods and gods!"
"The three major forces never participate in events other than martial arts, and this year is no exception."
"Have you noticed that the Xuanji Sect has not moved yet? Although they are the tenth rank, they are stealing the show. I don't know how they will perform in the final battle!"...
The voices of people talking were like a swarm of ants gathering together, buzzing.
Two hundred forces are discussing tactics, and more people choose to participate in other events. After all, no one is as confident as the top forces and has absolutely crushing strength in martial arts.
The front row of the auditorium.
Xie Feng turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Elder Zhou, you go to participate in the casting competition. Mu Chen, you are an immortal alchemist, go to the alchemy path. Pay attention, safety first."
Zhou Zhulu and Yun Muchen stood up, bowed their hands to Xie Feng, and followed the surging crowd to the specific arena.
"Elder Zhou, you and Chang Ying stay here."
"yes."
"I will always win against you..."
Xie Feng turned around and saw that she was sitting cross-legged, with the sleeves of her white cloak hanging down. She was holding a fairy gourd, her posture was casual, her head was like a chicken pecking rice, and she was about to fall asleep little by little.
Xie Feng: "..."
This guy is so heartless.
At this moment, the palace master on the high platform began to introduce the rules.
"There are ten events in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, all of which are held at the same time. Among the two hundred forces in this conference, the contestants who stay in the square are automatically deemed to have chosen the martial arts competition, a total of four hundred and twenty people."
"Let me tell you the rules of martial arts competitions!
"First, according to the results of the qualifying round, starting from the lowest ranking, challenge the forces at the top! This is attacking and defending!
"Two, the one who falls off the platform first loses! If they are evenly matched and the one who defends the ring does not fall off the platform within ten minutes, the one who defends the ring wins!
"Third, the attacker can challenge multiple times in a row, only upwards, not downwards. Those who are capable can challenge the top ten even if they are ranked last! Everything is based on strength! Until the challenge fails!
"Fourth, the attacker fails the challenge, and the defender's ranking remains unchanged. Weapons are allowed to be used. Furthermore, the conference focuses on communication and no heavy attacks are allowed!
"Five, only the top ten will be selected for this conference! The scores for the top ten are one billion, nine hundred million, eight hundred million... one hundred million. Finally, they are added with the scores of other projects to get the final ranking!"
Martial arts competitions have the highest scores. For other competitions such as alchemy and casting, the first place only costs 10 million!
Martial arts is the most important thing!
After introducing the rules, the palace master announced the start of the final battle.
"Two hundredth place, Zixia Valley!"
An elder held a roster in his hand and his voice was high-pitched, wafting into the dark crowd of people in the vast square!
The cheers of millions of spectators echoed throughout the world.
A man in brocade clothes flew up and landed lightly on the platform.
He gained the envy of countless people.
Although he was the last among the contestants, he was the 200th among the million people eliminated!!
Absolutely the best!
The man challenged the 197th-place Yuxuan Pavilion!
The one sent by Yuxuan Pavilion is a woman, with fluttering clothes and good looks.
There was no extra courtesy, the two started fighting directly on the platform, with auras of inspiration and sword shadows everywhere.
In the end, the man won, and the ranking of Zixia Valley he represented rose to 197, while the women's Yuxuan Pavilion dropped to 200!
Zixia Valley will no longer challenge!
It was the turn of the 200th ranked Yuxuan Pavilion. They refused to admit defeat and challenged Zixia Valley!
As the saying goes, if you don't make steamed buns, you will have to get up where you fell!
After a period of fighting, Yuxuan Pavilion did not get up...
Challenge failed!
Next up!
No. 199 challenges!
All in all, whoever ranks last will challenge upwards in order.
The game goes on one after another.
At the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, you can see various sects and sects, various aspects of life, and vivid lives.
There are those who have broken the cauldron and succeeded in transcending!
Those who make a desperate move will regrettably lose!
There are those who go on a rampage and change their fate against the will of heaven!
…
On one side of the battlefield, there is a storm, there are joys and sorrows, there are losses and wins...
Xie Feng sat in the front row, half meditating and half paying attention to the game. The "neighbors" on both sides of him were silent and quite calm.
suddenly……
Jun Ran, who had been silently watching the battle, lowered her head slightly, her fair chin tilted towards Xie Feng, she smiled and said:
"It's really fate that I met you at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. The master of the Xuanji Sect is not an easy person."