In every two sect competitions held in Qingyang County, there are only a few hundred people participating, while in Pingyang County there are more than 2,000 people. This is the gap between the ninth-level and eighth-level counties.
Not only are there many people, they are also very powerful.
Jun Changxiao relied on his dazzling sunglasses and discovered that the lowest among the contestants was a first-grade warrior, four or five-grade warriors were walking around, and there were four ninth-grade warriors at the highest level.
In the Qingyang County sect competition, the first and second grade warriors are the favorites to win the championship, but here they can only be ranked at the bottom.
In fact, the reason for such a big gap is that the Pingyang County sect competition restricts martial artists under the age of twenty to sign up.
Qingyang County limits people to those under eighteen years of age. A difference of two years will obviously make a difference in strength.
certainly.
The eighth-level Pingyang County is stronger than the ninth-level Qingyang County. This is an indisputable fact.
"Huh?"
A powerful man sitting next to him said in a low voice: "Then what is the leader of the Iron Bone Sect wearing on his eyes?"
"snort."
A senior member of a certain sect said disdainfully: "It's just a matter of pretending to be a god or a ghost."
"A ninth-level and eighth-rate sect from a county dares to participate in our sect competition in Pingyang County. Who gave him the courage?"
"It is said that this Iron Bone Sect challenged the Haoqi Sect and won."
"I've heard a little bit about this. It seems that he sent seven disciples to fight and won seven games. The Qin sect leader also lost to him."
"No, is an eighth-rate sect so powerful?"
Below, the city lord of Suiyang City was talking about the rules of the competition, and the leaders of each faction started chatting.
It is not difficult to tell from the words that it is incredible that the Iron Bone Sect can defeat the Haoqi Sect.
Jun Changxiao listened carefully to the rules of the competition.
It is roughly understood that the rules of the first round of competition in Pingyang County are that there will be a big melee in eight areas. If you can stand for the specified time, you can advance to the second round.
Tsk tsk.
With at least 300 people in one area, the melee would definitely be lively.
After the organizer, the city lord of Suiyang City, explained the rules, he began to call the contestants.
"Heshan Sect, Xionggui!"
"The Bird Gate..."
"Qingyang County, Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, Ye Xingchen!"
"exist."
Ye Xingchen responded lazily.
If he didn't want to confirm whether the contestants were present, he wouldn't even bother to answer.
However, the viewing platform exploded, and all the warriors were looking at Ye Xingchen and talking in low voices.
"I'll go, people from other counties are also here to participate in this sect competition?"
"The ninth-level Qingyang County next door?"
"Isn't the Iron Bone Sect the eighth-rate sect that defeated the Haoqi Sect some time ago?"
"An eighth-rate sect from a ninth-level county came to participate in our sect competition in Pingyang County. Is he really being treated like a green onion?"
When the big bosses from all parties discussed, they paid more or less attention to their image, but these Pingyang County warriors showed their disdain and contempt vividly.
Even though the Iron Bone Sect can defeat the Haoqi Sect, in their eyes, they are just a low-level sect from a low-level county. Coming to Pingyang County to participate in the war simply insults this event.
"Qingyang County Iron Bone Sect?"
"Hehe, you are so brave, you dare to participate in the competition."
"It's a pity that we can't be divided into the same division, otherwise we would have to ravage him and eliminate him in the first round."
The participating disciples from all factions were also talking in low voices.
A warrior standing next to Ye Xingchen underestimated him: "It turns out he is from Qingyang County. Why does he look so unfamiliar?"
Other contestants in the same competition area also looked at him, with disdainful smiles on their lips.
Confirming eyes.
This guy was the first person eliminated after the game started.
Feeling that everyone was staring at him with disdain and contempt in their eyes, Ye Xingchen said lightly: "A bunch of rubbish."
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on it, touched his chin and said: "Starting the first round, I'm afraid Xingchen will be taken care of more."
soon.
The roll call ends.
The Pingyang County warrior did not hear the name of the second contestant from Qingyang County, and realized that the Iron Bone Sect had only sent one person to participate.
An eighth-rate sect sends a disciple to join the war. How... funny!
"Your Majesty."
A middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Qi really admires your courage for bringing a disciple to participate in the sect competition."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "It's not bad."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
Last time, a sixth-rate sect came from across the county to participate, and all ten disciples were wiped out in the first round. Are you sure you are not joking by sending a disciple here?
"Elder Qi."
Someone laughed and said: "When the game starts, the third area should be lively."
"Yes, when more than 300 people collectively target one person, it will be a miracle if they can survive half an hour."
Big bosses from all sides laughed.
Jun Changxiao ignored it and said secretly: "Xingchen, this first round of melee is a bit cruel, don't let me down."
At this moment, the Lord of Suiyang City announced loudly: "The 66th Pingyang County Sect Competition has officially begun. Participants are invited to enter their respective competition areas."
"It's about to begin!"
"I can't wait!"
"The contestants this time are very good and it will definitely be exciting!"
…
There are eight competition areas in the competition field, and each competition area is as big as half a football field.
Ye Xingchen, who represented the Iron Bones faction, was assigned to the No. 3 competition area. When he walked over, more than 300 contestants nearby cast their eyes.
There is no doubt about it.
They have all locked their eyes on this contestant from another county, and when the competition begins, they will all start talking to the outside world.
Isn’t this too bullying?
There is no other way, there is a sect competition in Pingyang County.
Since you, a foreigner, come to participate, you should be prepared to be targeted.
Except for the powerful sects that are challenging and exciting, and will occasionally come to give it a try, no sects from other counties will bother themselves to participate.
"Boy."
A contestant passed by Ye Xingchen and laughed softly: "Don't cry when the competition starts."
cry?
Ye Xingchen remembered this guy.
…
Everyone is in place, and the eight competition areas accommodate more than 2,000 contestants. Looking down from above, the picture is quite shocking.
"First round, begin!"
After a while, the lord of Suiyang City shouted loudly.
"Hoo ho!"
In an instant, the contestants from the eight competition areas exploded in cultivation, and their spiritual power spread with great force.
When the competition officially started, most of the warriors on the viewing platform turned their attention to the third competition area and locked their eyes on Ye Xingchen.
People from other counties.
Please experience our Pingyang County hospitality!
"brush!"
A warrior from the third competition area took the lead in attacking, rushing from behind and condensing spiritual energy in his fists.
"Crack!"
Ye Xingchen turned around, grabbed his fist with one palm, and said: "Trash."
"this……"
The contestant's expression changed.
"Crack!"
Ye Xingchen grabbed hard with his five fingers, and the sound of broken bones suddenly came out. Then he stumbled backwards, avoided the other person's attack, and kicked him away.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
The second attacking warrior was kicked in the chest before he could stand firmly, and several of his ribs were instantly broken.
"Ah!"
Two contestants screamed in pain.
"brush!"
Ye Xingchen threw the guy who crushed the hand bone with his hand, then stepped on the walking dragon to appear in front of a warrior, directly clasped his left shoulder, and said with a sinister smile: "You don't even have a chance to cry."
"Crack!"
"ah----"
The warrior whose shoulder bone was crushed suddenly screamed.
Yes.
He didn't even have a chance to cry.
Because the pain came unexpectedly and was heartbreaking, the person was already unconscious on the ground before tears began to gather.
Boom! Boom!
Ye Xingchen turned around, stretched out his fists, and knocked away the two contestants who were attacking him.
Standing proudly in the competition area, he swept away the more than 300 contestants from Pingyang County around him and said with an indifferent expression: "A bunch of trash, let's fight."