. On the arena, every position is fiercely fought for. Chinese website
However, the most fierce, even almost tragic, battle undoubtedly took place at position 50.
For other positions, most of the monks have reservations about taking action and will not seize the ranking at the cost of serious injuries. After all, if the challenge fails once, there is still a second chance to take the stage.
Moreover, even if you gain a position at the cost of serious injury, can you keep it? It is impossible for a person with serious injury to hold on to the top 100 list. Serious injury means elimination.
But position 50 on the arena stage is different.
Every monk challenger who rushed forward fought with all his might, with an almost crazy momentum, trying to drive away the No. 50 defender at all costs.
So much so that in just one hour, more than ten seriously injured challengers appeared.
Serious injuries and loss of combat effectiveness also meant that they were completely eliminated from this immortal sect exam.
The sudden and brutal fighting on the 50th fighting platform immediately attracted the attention of many monks in the arena.
Around the huge arena, tens of thousands of third-generation disciples, who were either on the observation deck or riding on birds to watch the big test, began to notice that the fighting on the 50th fighting stage was extremely fierce.
"Who is the fiftieth keeper?"
"His name seems to be Ye Chen. However, I have never heard of this person before, and he didn't just come out of nowhere."
"His attacks were too ruthless! He has severely injured more than ten monks who challenged him in one breath. Even if he was competing for the top ten or thirty places, he was not so ruthless!"
"I just saw him strike hard, but I didn't see his opponent strike even harder. Those monks were just risking their lives. They rushed forward one by one and then rushed forward, risking their lives to fight. I really don't know what they were doing.
What are they doing? Could it be that they have a grudge against Ye Chen?!"
"I don't know if Ye Chen can finally enter the top 100!"
"It's still early! This big exam has just begun!"
The three generations of disciples were talking about it.
Xianmen Arena, second-generation true disciple area observation deck.
Feng Zhongjie sat in one of the seats, watching helplessly as the three generations of disciples from Feng's sect climbed onto the 50th fighting platform, and then were seriously injured and defeated one by one. His face gradually became ashen.
His hands are shaking.
Certainly not fear and fear.
How could he, a dignified second-generation true monk and the core heir to the Tianxu Immortal Sect’s Feng sect, be afraid of a third-generation disciple!
He was trembling. He was so angry that he was about to explode. He used his power as the deacon of the Handy Hall to send Ye Chen to the remote Nanhu Mining Area, trying to suppress Ye Chen quietly and make him
It couldn't grow. From the looks of it, it obviously didn't succeed.
I won’t mention these old things anymore.
The most important thing now is to use the strength of the three generations of Feng disciples to drive Ye Chen out of the top 100 rankings of the Immortal Sect.
However, the difficulty is unexpectedly high.
This year, a total of more than thirty disciples from the Feng Department participated in the Immortal Sect Examination, and nearly half of them were seriously injured at the hands of Ye Chen.
Every time Ye Chen defeated him, Feng Zhongjie's face became uglier.
Feng Zhongjie could almost see Ye Chen looking up indifferently at his position after every victory. This was more than just not taking him seriously, it was simply a provocation.
Arrogant!
A third-generation disciple dared to slap him in the face!
Feng Zhongjie's anger burned in his heart, filling his entire chest.
Wang De's expression also changed. From the initial firm execution of Feng Zhongjie's orders, he became a little hesitant.
Compared to Feng Zhongjie's anger, he felt more regret.
He has already seen Ye Chen's strength. He is proficient in various elementary spells and has mastered no less than a dozen, which is extremely rare among third-generation disciples. Ye Chen's strength is probably enough to rank in the top thirty on the Immortal Sect Examination List.
name.
Wang De hesitated for a while, and when he saw another Feng disciple was seriously injured, he finally couldn't help but persuade him, "Senior Brother Feng, do you want them to stop challenging No. 50? The consumption of this challenge is too serious.
The Feng clan is not in a good position to compete for the Immortal Sect Examination!"
"No! Keep fighting and beat him down!"
Feng Zhongjie clenched his fists and sounded stern.
"Senior Brother Feng, the current battle situation is obviously unfavorable. Only half of the three generations of Feng monks are left on the field. If we continue to fight, it is very likely that they will all be seriously injured and withdraw from the Immortal Sect Examination! This will affect their training."
Wang Deku persuaded.
Feng Zhongjie pointed to the arena and turned to Wang De, "Just a bunch of trash like them, what do I need them for?! Dozens of late-stage Qi Refining monks, how can they not win a single monk in a round-robin battle!"
"Two years ago, I served as the director of the Immortal Sect Examination and carefully selected dozens of their outstanding third-generation disciples. Except for Ye Chen, I recruited all the other outstanding ones that I could recruit.
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"In the past few years, I have spent a lot of effort, placing them in some important positions within the Immortal Sect, and carefully cultivating them with sufficient capital, so that they can be put to great use!"
"But now, look at this bunch of trash, they can't even shake Ye Chen at all!"
Feng Zhongjie became more and more angry, and was already a little frustrated.
Chen won four consecutive exams back then, so he is naturally better than other monks. Perhaps, we can win over him again! As long as we pay enough benefits, I believe he will be tempted. In this case, the Feng family will have one more powerful monk.
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Wang De did not give up his advice.
Feng Zhongjie seemed to be shaken when he heard this, but quickly regained his composure.
"It's useless. He refused without hesitation back then. He would rather go to the Nanhu Mining Area to mine than commit suicide. Now it is even more impossible for him to commit suicide. Now that he has done it, he must do it thoroughly and complete the rest.
Send everyone up to drive him out of the Immortal Sect's big exam list. Otherwise, he will become a foundation-building monk and the second-generation true disciple of the Immortal Sect, and he will be in big trouble in the future!"
"The price we pay now is only dozens of third-generation disciples. We can bear this blow. If he becomes a foundation-building monk in the future, I am afraid that even the second-generation disciples may not be able to suppress him!"
Feng Zhongjie was cruel.
"Okay! Keep fighting!"
Wang De was helpless and heartbroken.
No one knows how much price they have to pay to drive Ye Chen off the competitive stage.
Since you want to continue fighting, then fight with determination.
Wang De once again sent a transmission note to the third generation monks of the Feng family in the arena, and in an extremely stern tone, ordered them to drive Ye Chen off the arena. Victory is not allowed, and even if the entire army is annihilated, they must fight to the end.
The remaining ten or so third-generation disciples of the Feng family originally expected their superiors to revoke the order to challenge No. 50 when the battle situation was unfavorable. However, after receiving this transmission note, they knew that the order could not be revoked, and their expressions couldn't help but look a little bit.
pale.
They have been awakened since they joined the Xianmen Feng Faction. They have enjoyed a lot of benefits brought by the Feng Faction, and they must assume the obligation to charge into battle for the interests of the Feng Faction at any time.
Especially now, Feng Zhongjie, Wang De and others are watching from the observation decks around the arena. They want to take advantage of the situation, but they can't do it secretly. Otherwise, they will be expelled from the Feng clan and lose all the benefits they have received in the past.
Spit it out with profit.
At this moment, they must sacrifice themselves to suppress an extremely powerful opponent.
"let's go!"
“Don’t worry about who is first and who is last, just challenge them one by one!”
They looked at each other and launched a second wave of even more crazy attacks towards the Type 50 Fighting Platform.
Every time one is defeated, the next one will immediately rush forward.
The number of monks in the three generations of Feng family decreased one after another. From dozens to more than ten, from more than ten to five, three, and one
Their strength is not at the top among the thousands of monks who participated in the exam, but they are still at a very high level.
However, their impact on Ye Chen was like waves hitting a rock. The waves were powerful and powerful, but once they hit the rock, they were immediately shattered and turned into foam.
No monk could sustain more than three sticks of incense in Ye Chen's hands, and without exception, he was seriously injured and eliminated.
The instructions above were too firm and there was no room for maneuver - to drive Ye Chen off the competitive stage at all costs. They had no choice but to challenge with all their might to get any chance of seriously injuring Ye Chen so that Ye Chen would lose his ranking.
The tragedy of No. 50's battle even shocked many third-generation monks outside the arena. The value of No. 50 is not great and it is not worth paying such a price. The real reason for such madness must be to attack the list keeper.
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The last monk of the Feng family, holding it in hand, boarded the No. 50 fighting platform.
His face looked a little forlorn. Almost all of his dozens of companions were seriously injured and eliminated. He was the only one left. It would be a tragedy to die.
He is the strongest among the three generations of the Feng family, and he is also the last one. After this battle, there will be no one left in the Feng family.
The monk slowly pulled out a wind spirit sword.
"The afterimage of the gale!"
He was not long, and with a bit of tragedy, he turned into a faint figure and rushed towards Ye Chen at full speed.
A very strange wind-based movement technique. In an instant, his speed was so fast that he turned into dozens of afterimages, making it almost impossible to distinguish his true body.
If you want to attack him, you must identify which one is his real shadow.
This is a physical method used by wind monks to mislead the opponent's judgment.
"Fire Eyes!"
Ye Chen didn't try to distinguish the afterimage from the real shadow at all. Fire eyes suddenly flashed in his pupils, and he clearly caught a red line moving quickly on the fighting stage. He raised his hand and struck the red line with a flash of lightning.
If Ye Chen hadn't used the Fire Eye, it would have been very laborious to capture the monk. But if he had the Fire Eye, the effect of the afterimage of the wind might not be stronger than the invisibility effect of the water system.
"Crack!"
The monk was struck by the lightning, and his body could not help but stagnate slightly. Most of the power of the lightning was blocked by the high-level spiritual weapon robes he wore.
Ye Chen threw him over and blocked all his ways.
Click!
Three ice picks fell into the air, and one of them hit and exploded.
The last monk of the Feng Department was instantly covered with a layer of cold frost, and his body could not help but become much stiffer.
"Fireball!"
Ye Chen smoothly swung four fireballs and blasted them towards his opponent at the same time.
"Boom! Boom"
The feeling of four fireballs exploding on your body at the same time may not be any more painful than having thousands of kilograms of boulders hit your chest.