What used to be Qianyu City Square is now turned into a competition venue.
In order to demonstrate the strength of the Thousand Feather Kingdom and the elegance of the ten southeastern countries, in this competition, the Thousand Feather Kingdom not only invited the masters of the Sword Emperor Hall to come to the venue in person to serve as judges of the competition, but also invited those from the Central Plains of Tianyuan Continent who have the reputation of being one of the Twelve Powerful Countries of Tianyuan.
The sword king master of Wuluo Kingdom comes to the competition.
This competition is different from previous competitions. It not only sets up a single arena competition, but also sets up a survival competition in which three people form a team and compete at the same time.
Before the competition, everyone in Haiwuya couldn't help but be shocked when they heard that those who participated in the single-player competition were not allowed to participate in the survival competition in groups of three.
Originally they thought they were well prepared and would surely allow Ye Feng to win two trophies in the youth group, but now it seems that Ye Feng can only participate in the singles competition.
His eyes flickered among the many disciples, and finally Hai Wuya turned his attention to Lang Wen and Lu Fei among his disciples.
Lang Wen and Lu Fei are now second-level swordsmen. There is nothing wrong with participating in the competition with their strength. However, when thinking that there must be three contestants, Hai Wuya is in trouble for the last spot.
"Sect Master Hai, if you have no objection, send Su Yafeng from our Fantasy Sword Sect to form a team with Lang Wen and Lu Fei, what do you think?" Qiu Yang suddenly said.
Hai Wuya was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what Qiu Yang meant.
Indeed, among the people they brought who were qualified to participate in this youth group competition, Su Yafeng was the most powerful, followed by Long Man and Lu Fei.
Thinking that this competition does not represent any sect, but represents the entire Yin Shang Kingdom, Hai Wuya nodded solemnly.
Together with Qiu Yang, after gathering the three people from Langwen to one place, Hai Wuya carefully explained the rules of this survival competition.
The venue for this survival competition is not here, but in the mixed forest mountains southeast of Qianyu City.
Different from simply fighting, the survival competition not only requires all participating teams to live in the Mixed Forest Mountains within three days, but also requires each team to fight each other until they reach the end of the competition, the Mixed Forest Mountains, in three days.
Go to the final camp at the bottom of the hillside and get the victory flag.
The venue of the competition is not set up in the square, which brings a lot of inconvenience to the audience. In order to meet the viewing needs of the strong swordsmen of the Sword Emperor Hall and the sword cultivators of the Ten Kingdoms, Qianyu National Sword Cultivator placed nearly 100,000-meter-high-speed rails at various angles in the entire Mixing Forest Mountains before the start of the competition.
Thousands of memory stones.
In addition to the fact that these memory stones will always transmit images back to the arena, the Sword Emperor Hall also has a strong Sword Emperor who serves as a judge. He will hold the memory stones and float above the mixed forest mountains to capture various exciting battle scenes at any time.
After Hai Wuya and Qiu Yang warned the three of them, the judges of the competition had already blown the assembly whistle.
After hearing the assembly command, Lang Wen, Lu Fei, and Su Yafeng walked to the assembly point together. On the way, Su Yafeng suddenly said: "With the strength of the two of you, participating in the survival competition, it is really a question whether you can survive. But.
, no matter what, just don’t hold me back at the critical moment.”
Su Yafeng's words made both Lang Wen and Lu Fei furious.
The two people glared at Su Yafeng angrily, pointed their thumbs down at the same time, making insulting gestures, and then said: "Huh, whoever has the ability or not has to wait until the end to see the real chapter. All along, I always thought that the Fantasy Sword Sect can say
A paper tiger that doesn’t make it.”
Before participating in the competition, the three people already had conflicts and differences.
Seeing that the three of Langman did not cooperate sincerely as expected, Hai Wuya couldn't help but have a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Qiuyang, is this arrangement wrong?" Hai Wuya asked without confidence.
Beside him, Qiu Yang's expression was also a little awkward. After pondering for a long time, he replied uncertainly: "Probably not. Ya Feng is arrogant, but he is not ignorant. When they enter the arena, they will definitely be able to do their best.
Let go of the past."
There are only ten teams in total for the youth groups of the ten southeastern countries to participate in the survival competition.
And just after seeing these ten teams, Qiu Yang's last confidence disappeared without a trace.
Among the ten southeastern countries, except for Xiuyun Kingdom who sent three disciples who were unable to cope with the situation but were not strong enough to be a sword master, the disciples sent by the other eight countries were all masters with the strength of third to seventh level sword masters.
Among the many contestants, the contestants from Qianyu Country are undoubtedly the most eye-catching.
The weakest of the three disciples sent by Qianyu Kingdom also possesses the strength of a fifth-level swordsman. This person alone surpasses 80% of the sword cultivators from the other nine countries in terms of strength.
"It seems that Qianyu Nation has full confidence in this survival competition." After carefully identifying the strength of the contestants, everyone in Haiwuya no longer has any thoughts about winning the top three in the survival economy competition.
When the survival contestants were brought to the Mixed Forest Mountains, the single-player competition on the arena had already begun.
Since there are nearly a hundred swordsmen from ten countries who signed up to participate in the single competition, the organizing committee of the competition made a temporary decision to let the swordsmen who registered in the younger group draw lots to determine the competition opponents, and then open five schools at the same time.
Ten arenas for competitions.
The lottery is divided into two colors: red and black. The opponent who draws the red number is the opponent of the opponent who holds the same number in the black lottery.
During the drawing process, Ye Feng drew the red number nine, He Huan drew the black number 12. And Jiang Ziwei drew the red number 45.
Under the guidance of the competition staff, Ye Feng and the others walked towards their respective arenas.
After seeing He Huan's opponent from a distance, who was only a ninth-level swordsman, Ye Feng smiled slightly.
Anyone who meets He Huan is definitely the one with the worst luck. You must know that with He Huan's personality, no matter how strong the opponent is, he will never leave any backup plan, and this makes those who fight him more or less vulnerable.
Everyone will be seriously injured.
Jiang Ziwei's opponent is also a ninth-level swordsman. Although the opponent's strength is similar to Jiang Ziwei's, his fighting momentum is far inferior to Jiang Ziwei's.
Just by taking a brief glance at Jiang Ziwei's opponent, Ye Feng already judged that the opponent would definitely lose.
After analyzing the two opponents, Ye Feng slowly stepped onto the No. 9 ring.
He stood on the ring for half a minute, but he still didn't see anyone standing up holding the black number nine lottery, and his eyes couldn't help but be full of doubts.
The numbers drawn are corresponding, and this also ensures that the game will never be empty. Now, he has been on the ring for a long time, but he still has not seen his opponent. This is undoubtedly very strange.
Abnormal.
The staff member in charge of Arena No. 9 is a middle-aged swordsman in his forties.
Seeing that Black Lot No. 9 was reluctant to play, the middle-aged swordsman exuded a strong evil aura.
"Who is the black number nine? I will count dozens. If you don't play again, don't blame me for disqualifying you from the competition." The middle-aged swordsman shouted loudly.
However, when he shouted eight, the black number nine was still missing.
When the judges from another arena saw what was going on here, they couldn't help but smile and shake their heads. They walked over quickly and said, "Brother Qi, you don't have to shout. I think Black Sign No. 9 has given up on competing long ago."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Ye Feng on the stage, lowered his voice, and said to the judge named Qi Tao: "Brother Qi, don't you know that this guy standing on the stage is the one who destroyed the Bai family?"
Ye Feng?"
"Ye...Ye Feng..." Qi Tao was suddenly startled.
Focusing on Ye Feng, Qi Tao's eyes were filled with horror.
If he had known that it was Ye Feng standing on the stage, he would not have foolishly shouted for someone to fight him.
Are you kidding me? How many youth players from the ten southeastern countries dare to fight against the twenty-year-old Sword King?
"Ye Feng, you don't have to fight anymore. You are the winner of this arena match." Qi Tao said weakly.
After saying this, his brows furrowed.
Originally, he planned to use the opportunity of being a judge to show off his power, but now he suddenly realized that he seemed to never have this opportunity again.
As a judge of Arena No. 9, Qi Tao knows very well that in the next promotion match, no matter what number Ye Feng draws, he will complete the competition in Arena No. 9. With Ye Feng here, no one will be stupid enough to take the stage.
challenge.
Qi Tao's announcement made Ye Feng helplessly shrug his shoulders.
As the first winner in the knockout round, Ye Feng didn't feel like a winner at all.
From the beginning to the end, he had never seen his opponent, and this was undoubtedly very boring for him.
After Qi Tao showed the sign to end the competition on Arena No. 9, all the sword cultivators from the ten southeastern countries who were watching were stunned.
It has been less than a minute since the arena match started. Many players are still planning and have not made a move, but the ninth arena has already finished.
People who didn't know what was going on began to talk about it, suspecting that there was something fishy in Arena No. 9.
But those sword cultivators who had recognized Ye Feng all wisely kept their mouths shut.
"What do you know? Did you see the young man who jumped down from the No. 9 arena? His name is Ye Feng. He is the same Ye Feng who fought with Bai Wenping in Longtan Pond a few days ago and killed Bai Wenping."
"What, the champion of Arena No. 9 is Ye Feng?"
For a moment, all the onlookers were stunned, and some felt extremely unbelievable.
It is rumored that Ye Feng is a strong swordsman, and a strong swordsman comes to participate in the young group's sword cultivation competition. Doesn't this not give other swordsmen a way to survive?
On the podium directly south of the stadium, Sima Tang sat side by side with a tall, burly, beardless middle-aged man.
That middle-aged man was Qin Ruoyang, the fourth-level sword emperor of Wuluo Kingdom.
Sensing the strangeness of Arena No. 9, Qin Ruoyang couldn't help but be curious.
"Brother Sima, what happened in Arena No. 9?" Qin Ruoyang asked.
After hearing Qin Ruoyang's question, Sima Tang looked away from Ye Feng and said helplessly: "It's nothing, it's just that a strong Sword King who is young and fully qualified to participate in the youth competition has appeared."
"A strong Sword King who is qualified to participate in the youth competition?" Qin Ruoyang stood up from his chair fiercely, his eyes focused on Ye Feng, his face full of shock.
In Tianyuan Continent, the ten southeastern countries are only backward countries in a relatively peaceful corner. In terms of overall strength and sword cultivation level, they are generally weaker than the countries in the Central Plains.
But even so, Qin Ruoyang also knows what a thirty-year-old Sword Emperor represents.
"Brother Sima, is that young man thirty years old?" Qin Ruoyang asked in fear.
Seeing Qin Ruoyang losing his composure, Sima Tang felt happy in his heart. Masters are all about face, and even Sima Tang is not immune to this.
He shook his head and said, "No, Ye Feng's real age this year is only twenty."
With a "boom" sound, Qin Ruoyang stood up and fell down on the chair again.
Looking at Ye Feng, he murmured in disbelief: "It's impossible. Even a peerless genius who has been practicing since his mother's womb cannot be promoted to become a powerful sword king at the age of twenty!"