The disciples from the Holy Academy were the first batch to arrive at the competition area, followed closely by the remaining fifty disciples from the major forces of the Dongzhou Human Race.
Familiar people greet each other.
The second batch came with a hundred young foreign disciples, all with green eyes. The men were wearing clothes that exposed their left arms, while the women were wearing spliced clothes that exposed their abdomens and thin waists.
Among them, Yunzheng saw Amuta Kongye, Amuta Zixi and Ximorsa Luling walking at the forefront of the team.
The last group of young disciples to come in were members of the Yin clan.
The leader is a tall man with a jade crown and handsome facial features. This man is none other than Li Ye, the first genius of the Yin tribe.
After everyone waited for the participating disciples to enter, various discussions began to sound around them.
Feng Xinglan sat next to Yunzheng. He glanced at the alien team and the hermit team. He felt a little wary in his heart. He turned his head and said to Yunzheng: "They are stronger than imagined, and there are Lingjuns who have cultivated them."
There are dozens of them, but our human race only has more than a dozen, so the situation is very bad."
Yunzheng nodded, agreeing very much.
They came prepared, and of course they won't be weak!
Mu Yin was sitting behind Yunzheng. He came over and asked, "Are we competing in an arena competition this time?"
Yunzheng shook his head: "I don't know about this, because the ones who participated in the competition this time were the big shots from Zhongling Continent."
Mo Jing frowned, "The arena match will take a long time."
While they were discussing, others were discussing the same issue or observing the situation in the opposing camp.
At this time, a harsh and taunting voice came from the alien team: "I didn't expect that this human race is so weak. It can take down any cat or dog!"
"That's right, the human race in Dongzhou is really in decline!"
"I'm not saying that, I don't think they can collect a hundred places, and then send some cats and dogs to come out to the bottom, hahaha..."
"Hahaha……"
Most of the young disciples of the alien race burst into laughter, looking at the human race team with contempt and disdain.
The young disciples of the Yin clan team also laughed.
The Dongzhou human race team stared angrily at the foreign race and the hermit race, and even worse, they were so angry that the veins on their necks became clear.
As the strongest disciple in the human race, Lan Yichen was also given important responsibilities by the major forces. He raised his head, his light blue hair swaying slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Ignore them!"
"But..." You can endure it with such frustration?!
All the disciples of the human race felt very aggrieved!
But the foreigners' mocking of them is not unreasonable. They are really much weaker here.
The friends of the Fengyun Team are very calm. They are used to being suspected and ridiculed, and they are used to it.
When the young disciples of the foreign and hidden races saw this, they felt that the human race was so cowardly that they didn't even dare to say anything back. It was really...
Vulnerable.
And in the audience on the other side.
At the top of the auditorium of the three major camps, from left to right, are the king of the alien race, Amuta Golden Crow, the leaders of the major forces in the Eastern Continent, the heads of the eight major families of the Yin tribe, and the clan elders.
The leaders of the major forces in East Continent include Song Ji and five vice presidents, the emperors of the three superpowers, the presidents of the four major alliances, the leader of the Blue Sky Mercenary Group, and the representatives of the World's First Floor and Lingtian Auction.
——Bai Ling, Lord of the Black Market.
The eight major families of the Yin people are - Li family, Mu family, Liu family, Feng family, Long family, Jiang family, Nalan family and Zong family.
The bosses sitting at the top were all cultivated by Emperor Ling.
Don’t be angry and be proud!
At this time——
"I heard that there are many talented people in Dongzhou. Why don't you, Dean Song, tell us about them?"
The king of the foreign race, Amuta Jinwu, who was not very proficient in speaking human language, looked sideways at the person in power in Dongzhou and said.
Before Dongzhou could respond, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a Chinese character face on the other side also smiled and echoed:
"Yes, our Yin tribe has not been born for a long time, but we have also heard that Dongzhou's current geniuses have captured a lot of them. I wonder if the juniors of our Yin tribe can resist them?"
The hearts of the powerful people in Eastern Continent suddenly sank.
The two clans clearly knew about the situation of Dongzhou Tianjiao...
He also deliberately asked, doesn't this mean that they are the genius of Dongzhou?
Dean Song half-smiled and said, "Since you all want to know, I wouldn't mind answering it for you."
"Our Holy Academy disciple Lan Yichen's current cultivation level is infinitely close to that of the Spirit Emperor. He is still suppressing himself and not breaking through. Alas..."
His tone contained regret, helplessness and unspeakable pride.
When Amuta Jinwu heard this, the smile on his face became a little less, and the black and enchanting flower on the right side of his face seemed to be ferocious with a trace of black energy.
And the expression on the face of Patriarch Mu, who had the Chinese character for speaking just now, also froze.
Lan Yichen seemed to be only twenty-five years old, and he was already on the verge of becoming the Spirit Emperor. Such talent and strength were so promising!
Among the young disciples of the foreign and hidden races, none has yet broken through the strength of the Spirit Emperor!
Originally, he was belittling the genius of the human race openly and secretly, but now Song Ji...
Counterattack an army!
The faces of the eight chiefs of the Yin tribe and the elders all turned slightly darker.
The faces of the powerful people in Eastern Continent also showed a smile.
Bai Ling, who was dressed in a white brocade robe, held a feather fan in his hand and twirled it, then sat with a comfortable expression on his face, giving him a sense of looking down and playing with all living beings.
Inadvertently, when some people see Bai Ling's carefree appearance, they can't help but complain in their hearts, how cool!
In fact, all the big guys in Dongzhou are very afraid of him.
Because they vaguely knew that the Bai Ling Zun was from Zhongling Continent!
Bai Ling shook his white feather fan and yawned out of boredom, thinking, why hasn't Rong Shuo come yet?
If he doesn't come, the game won't be possible!
Xu means Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived.
Suddenly, ten rays of terrifying coercion descended, making everyone present breathless. Some of the weakest people even vomited blood.
Looking up in horror, he saw ten people in white clothes descending from the sky. Three of them were old men with the most terrifying auras.
The remaining seven people seemed to be of different ages. The oldest looked like a middle-aged man, and the youngest looked like a young disciple of the Holy Academy.
I saw the three old men who were headed by Taoist immortals waved their sleeves with a cold face, and the terrifying power in their bodies was restrained.
The other seven people also put away their pressure!
Everyone was shocked, this is the strong man from Zhongling Continent?!
Just a small amount of pressure can make people's hearts palpitate!
It’s not just as simple as the spiritual emperor’s cultivation!
With a 'swish, swish' sound, all the people from the three major tribes stood up and wanted to salute the ten people, but the next moment——
Their pupils shrank suddenly.
I saw two people suddenly appearing above the central seat. Both of them were wearing masks. One of them had a majestic and terrifying aura that could not be ignored!