Jiang Ziyue was very angry at Zhou Yuan's performance, and stared at Zhou Yuan for a long time with eyes full of resentment.
Zhou Yuan ignored it at all and kept staring at the arena.
"Okay, very good. If you ignore me today, I'll have your cake and eat it when we go to the ruins." Jiang Ziyue stomped her feet angrily and left on her own, followed closely by the fat man.
The competition has begun. On the five thousand-seat arena, there are already warriors who want to be defenders walking up.
The attackers also flew onto the ring one after another to fight with their opponents.
There are exciting fights in the five thousand-seat arena, with loud shouts and boundless spiritual power, and the scene is spectacular.
Zhou Yuan was not in a hurry to get on stage. He had to wait until the end. Only when he got on stage at the end would he not waste energy.
Those warriors who are the first to take the stage may all be pretentious and very powerful. They can punch in all directions at first, and they can do it with ease. However, as their energy is consumed and their energy is exhausted in the later stage, they will become the target of others.
Despite this, everyone worked hard in this competition.
As long as you are among the top five thousand, you will have a chance to enter the ruins. Of course, you will have to spend one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
The ant demon's nest is also full of dangers, but it is the safest passage to the ruins. If you don't go through the ant demon's nest, it will be more dangerous to go directly through the Lingxi swamp.
There are birds in the sky and winged snakes in the water. There is no hiding place.
At this moment, there are dense crowds between each arena, cheering and shouting, making the mountain range noisy.
Sure enough, as Zhou Yuan expected, some people relied on their strength to be the first to rush to the ring. However, after defeating twenty or thirty opponents, they began to feel a little powerless.
After all, everyone is at the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, so it is not that easy to defeat your opponents.
It didn't take long for these warriors to become exhausted. In the end, each one of them was defeated and lost the qualification to go to the ruins battlefield.
Zhou Yuan walked alone between the arenas. His eyes flickered, staring at every battle in the arena. In this competition, it was not allowed to harm the opponent's life, so everyone was holding back.
Zhou Yuan was thinking about whether he should use fists or swords when he gets on stage.
In terms of swordsmanship, there has not been much improvement since I realized the sword power.
Instead, it was about boxing. His Thunder Flame Fist was still being perfected and he had never been in actual combat. He wanted to hone his Thunder Flame Fist in this competition.
There was no rest time in this competition. Many people stayed until the end and had to quit after being exhausted.
Therefore, one hundred and fifty-eight battles lasted for a full day and a half before coming to an end.
Zhou Yuan has never been on stage and has been recuperating his energy.
On the ring, some strong men who had the same idea as Zhou Yuan rushed to the ring and knocked away the exhausted defender with just one move.
While walking, Zhou Yuan saw a familiar figure.
That was a young man, holding a long sword, standing proudly on the ring. Every warrior who rushed to the ring was knocked back by his sword, showing his invincible appearance.
"This is..." Zhou Yuan fell into doubt.
He saw that this person was very familiar. He looked a bit like Yin Qixiu from Yanzhuo Gate, but he was not Yin Qixiu. It was not until he heard other people's comments that he suddenly realized.
I saw the man say: "This young man who wields the sword should be Yin Chaonian, the elder brother of Yin Qixiu, the holy son of the Yanchuan clan. As expected, a hero comes from a young man. His set of swordsmanship is so smooth that even I am ashamed of myself."
"That's right, it's Yin Qixiu's elder brother Yin Chaonian. It is said that Yin Chaonian's qualifications are not inferior to that of his younger brother Yin Qixiu, and his strength is also stronger."
"Yin Chaonian?" Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered, no wonder he saw that this person was somewhat similar to Yin Qixiu.
When he stayed at Yanzhuomen for a while, he had never seen this person. Later, when he left, Yin Qixiu did not follow him. Only now did he realize that there was another person who entered the ruins.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan also saw that Yin Chaonian's strength should be comparable to his own, and his sword skills alone were no worse than his own.
Warriors from the seven major states, as long as they are sent from the twelve forces, will not be too weak.
This year of the Yin Dynasty is worth noting.
Soon, Zhou Yuan saw another warrior with invincible appearance on another arena.
He was a burly and strong man, as tall as a hill. He held two axes in both hands and was invincible on the ring. Every warrior who rushed forward was knocked back by his strength before they even got close.
"It's amazing. This person is so powerful. Who is he?"
"You don't even know this, but this is Hong Lie from the Thousand Suns Sect. His body is as if made of gold and iron, and his strength is endless."
Along with the discussion, Hong Lie on the stage opened his mouth and shouted: "Can you guys do it? If not, just go up together, you are too weak."
These words are undoubtedly inciting anger.
"What? You said we are weak? Brothers, come together and do their damn thing."
"Go up and fuck him. I don't believe there are so many of us and we can't beat him alone."
Some warriors who were furious with each other immediately rushed to the ring one by one and launched a joint attack on Hong Lie.
"Humph, you are all too weak." Hong Lie suddenly shouted, his aura surged, and the two axes in his hands surged into the sky. He immediately jumped into the air, and then fell suddenly. His huge body suddenly spun, and the axes cut through the void.
Immediately, boundless air waves spread.
ah……
The warriors who rushed onto the ring were immediately hit by the majestic air wave. Their bodies felt as if they had been struck by a mountain. They screamed in agony and spurted blood from their mouths until they flew out of the ring.
Zhou Yuan took a deep look at Hong Lie and remembered it in his heart.
The opponent is indeed very strong and is known for his strength, even compared to his physical strength.
After walking through several arenas, Zhou Yuan immediately noticed another person.
It was a woman. She was wearing a white robe and holding a long sword. She was fighting fiercely in all directions on the ring, as if she was in a deserted place.
The opponent's swordsmanship is very strong, and her whole body is filled with sword intent. No one is her opponent.
Through the discussions of others, Zhou Yuan soon learned that this woman's name was Zeng Miaoyu, and she was a disciple of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. She had extraordinary qualifications and her strength should not be underestimated.
"This is what Zeng said, his swordsmanship is on par with mine." Zhou Yuan thought to himself.
As they were both swordsmen, he couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times. Although this Zeng Miaoyu's appearance was not that of a man of great beauty, he was still very handsome, and he was of the attractive type.
Of course, Zhou Yuan was more concerned about the opponent's sword skills and wanted to compete with her.
But in the end he held back, and reason told him that now was not the time to compete with the other party.
Towards the end of the battle, some truly strong players came on stage one after another, and they all performed amazingly.
After leaving the arena where Zeng Miaoyu was, Zhou Yuan discovered many powerful warriors. These warriors had amazing advantages in different aspects, and their strength was no worse than his.
"Oh my god, look, why are there earth beasts in the arena there?"
"What kind of spiritual beast? It's obviously someone's spiritual pet."
"I can't believe that among our group of people, there is actually a beast master."
Hearing someone exclaiming, Zhou Yuan immediately turned his head and looked not far away. Sure enough, he saw a dozen emerald-green mantises on a ring.
Those mantises were as tall as a man. They were all covered with armor, and their hard forelimbs kept knocking away the warriors who rushed to the ring.
And in the center protected by more than a dozen praying mantises, stood an old man.
Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered. This was the first time he saw another beast control master. The other person seemed to have very high attainments in beast control, but the other person's spiritual pet was a little bit strange.
Even Zhou Yuan could not imagine that someone would take a praying mantis as a spiritual pet.
The dozen or so mantises in front of them have obviously been trained, and their own strength is at the ninth level of the spirit transformation realm. Their two forelimbs are like two long swords, capable of fighting in close combat with their opponents, protecting their masters, and defending them perfectly.
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Similarly, through the discussions of others, Zhou Yuan learned that this beast master came from the Fan family, the largest family in Mingzhou.
His name is Fan Changchun. Although he is old, he has mastered the art of beast control to the pinnacle.
The entire Fan family in Mingzhou has also inherited superb beast control skills, with a history of nearly a thousand years, no worse than the Feng Mo Sect.
After looking at Fan Changchun's fighting style, Zhou Yuan chuckled incredulously. The opponent did not take action himself, but just let his spirit pets fight against the enemy. Although this way he did not have to consume his own energy, it was not good to sit in the middle and wait for death.
If you often walk by the river, your shoes won't get wet. If a real strong man comes to power and kills those praying mantises, then there will be nothing that Fan Changchun can do.
After all, the most powerful thing about a beast master is his spiritual pet, and his own strength is not very high.
Walking through the crowd, Zhou Yuan saw another familiar figure. This person was none other than Zhan Yu, who had unscrupulously teased Jiang Ziyue before.
Zhan Yu of the Hongzhou Zhan family is also very powerful. He holds a spear in his hand, and no one is his opponent.
"Hey, that Zhou Yuan, do you dare to come up?" After Zhan Yu defeated one person, he suddenly saw Zhou Yuan in the audience.
Zhou Yuan smiled disdainfully and looked away, paying no attention.
"Hahaha... It turns out you are a coward. You still want to enter the ruins. Go ahead and dream."
Zhan Yu looked at Zhou Yuan's back with a mocking look on his face.
When Zhou Yuan was leaving, Jiang Ziyue came towards him not far away.
"It seems that you haven't found your favorite arena yet. Now that the competition is coming to an end, none of the warriors left in the arena are easy to deal with. They are either from the twelve forces or some powerful casual cultivators."
Jiang Ziyue walked to Zhou Yuan's side, glanced at the way Zhou Yuan came, and paused specifically on Zhan Yu, then continued: "Then Zhan Yu is still arrogant on the stage, and you just watch like this? You should go up and help.
I'll teach him a lesson."
"I have no kindness to do my own thing."
Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes.
"You're so heartless." Jiang Ziyue glared at Zhou Yuan directly.
"Forget it, since you won't go, then I will be the only one to go on stage. If something happens to me, your bride will probably suffer as well."
With that said, Jiang Ziyue stepped towards Zhan Yu.
Zhou Yuan didn't even look back and continued walking forward.
Jiang Ziyue saw that Zhou Yuan didn't even look at her, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes, "Well, Zhou Yuan, when I enter the depths of the ruins and my cultivation reaches the dragon spirit realm, I will kill you like a chicken.
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"After you die, I will keep Su Ruobing and make her a slave to me for the rest of her life."
"If you destroy my family, I will make you live in pain and humiliation forever."
Jiang Ziyue gritted her teeth angrily, then swayed and jumped onto the ring where Zhan Yu was.
When Zhan Yu saw Jiang Ziyue flying onto the ring, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Why, Miss Jiang, have you figured it out?" Zhan Yu smiled evilly and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't figure it out. If you promise to be friends with me tonight, I can pretend to lose to you now."
"You don't need to admit defeat, I can defeat you myself."
Jiang Ziyue made a cold voice, and then her whole body was filled with overwhelming blood energy, covering the entire arena in an instant.
"What?" Feeling the overwhelming devouring power contained in his blood, Zhan Yu's eyes suddenly widened, showing unprecedented horror.
He felt the threat of death from the power of Jiang Ziyue's martial arts seal.
Jiang Ziyue's martial arts seal is the second-grade Bianhua flower, which has the ability to swallow the sky and the earth. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the power. Although Zhan Yu had heard about it, seeing it with his own eyes still made his hair stand on end.
"No, I was wrong, I shouldn't have thought that way about you..."
Zhan Yu screamed on the ring. His attacks had no effect on Jiang Ziyue. Instead, she was entangled in the boundless energy and blood. Her pleas for mercy were directly drowned in the terrifying energy and blood.
On the other side, Zhou Yuan passed through dozens of arenas and finally set his sights on one of them.
The competition is coming to an end, and he must win the championship of a ring at the last moment.