C91 Three vs one hundred and twenty-three

The moment Su Mingliang finished speaking, the entire Large Competition Field began to boil. The eyes of the Internal Sect disciples who had already entered the next round were shining.

"If I can enter the third floor of Nebula Pavilion, I can then choose a mysterious cultivation technique and martial skill!"

"Innate Pill, no, if there is a chance, you must fight for the Origin Gathering Pill. That was a Pills that had broken through the Essence Accumulation Stage. As long as we have the Origin Gathering Pills, the success rate of breaking through Essence Accumulation Stage will increase by fifty percent! "

"F * * k, there's actually a high-grade Profound Level martial skill in first place, you must be crazy!"

A high rank Profound Rank martial skill was the highest level of skills in the Third-rate Sect, and only the most monstrous of disciples could obtain it.

Even if the sect had quite a few Elders, none of them had a high-grade Xuanji martial skill. This sort of enticement made all the disciples of the Internal Sect palpitate with excitement.

And there was even the Origin Gathering Pills. If these Pills were to be exchanged with points, each one would cost a few hundred thousand points. In the past, he had never even used it in an elite disciple competition.

Adding on the other rewards and the qualifications to enter the mystic realm, one didn't need to think to know just how fierce the competition for the top 10 would be.

And Yun Fan not only wanted to enter the top ten, he even wanted to become the champion. Even if it was a disciple who didn't want to give it his all, he would have fought with everything he had.

"Oh, right, look at my memory. I forgot to mention, the champion of this year's Challenge Competition will be given the qualification to enter Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda to cultivate in this year's competition. "

The previously noisy Large Competition Field immediately quietened down. All of the Internal Sect disciples revealed expressions of incomparable yearning. Only a few of the new disciples were emotionally moved, but most of them were confused.

Su Mingliang laughed and said, "Only disciples above the Internal Sect know about Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, so I will take this opportunity to tell you about it.

There was only one set of Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, and that was the only middle tier Spiritual Vein in the Heaven Martial Country. Because there was only a single middle tier Spiritual Vein in the entire Heaven Martial Country, the royal family of the Heaven Martial Country had finally reached an agreement with the various large sects.

Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda were established on the Spiritual Vein, and various large formations of gathering spirit energy were set up within the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, each layer having a different degree of density of spirit energy.

Of course, because Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda absorbs the entire middle grade Spiritual Vein, even the lowest level, contains five times the spiritual energy of the main peak. In other words, one day of cultivation inside was equivalent to five days of cultivation on the main peak.

The Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda opens once a year, but our Floating Cloud Sect has five spots every year. Before, these five spots were given to elite disciples and direct disciples, but this time, an exception was made to give Internal Sect disciples a spot, so, work hard! "

"Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, hmph, such a good opportunity, I will definitely not let it go." Zhou Yipin clenched his fists, a cold light flashing past his eyes.

Not only him, even the top Internal Sect disciples like Meng Liangjun, Pan Junkai, and the others could not hold themselves back any longer.

"It looks like Internal Sect really wants Yun Fan to die this time. They even took out the namelist for Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda. " Ling Xinyue sighed softly.

Yang Ningshuang coldly said, "He has no chance. If he did not have the Heavenly Martial Tower, he might still have a chance. "But for such an opportunity like this, let alone Zhou Yizhi, as long as it was a disciple in the top 10, they would never let it go.

Not just them, but even I am going to risk it. You must know that although Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda only has a month of cultivation, if you can enter the third or fourth floor, you can at least train hard for a year. "

Silence, real silence.

Most of the disciples in the Large Competition Field were new disciples. At this time, no matter how foolish they could be, they knew why there were so many rewards this time around.

To target Yun Fan, no, this was him wanting Yun Fan to die.

"Big brother, this old fellow did it on purpose. Let's not talk about the rewards before the Internal Sect Challenge Competition, and only when we get there will we talk about the rewards.

F * ck, it's fine if they had more than twenty people than the other rings, but they even brought out such a high reward. This is a deathmatch for Big Brother! " Wang Dashan clenched his fists and said angrily.

Yun Fan smiled slightly.

Regardless of the rules of this Internal Sect Challenge Competition, he did not care.

After all, this was related to the face of the Internal Sect. As a mere disciple, if he wanted to fight with an elder of the entire Internal Sect, he already knew how difficult this would be.

"Enough, stop complaining. This is the way of the world. Being bullied is not because others are unreasonable, but because we are too weak.

If we were in Transcending Mortality Stage now, would they dare do such a thing? So, don't think about changing others, because it's impossible. The only thing that we can change is to become stronger, and only when we become stronger will others listen to what you have to say. "

Wang Dashan nodded, seeing that there were already a hundred people on Stage 10, he clenched his fists and said: "Big brother, let's go up!"

Bang!

Just as Wang Dashan stepped onto the stage, the two disciples by the side brandished their fists.

Yun Fan already knew that it would not be so easy, and the other party would not care about the rules. His body flashed, and both his fists knocked the two Internal Sect disciples flying.

The other side was about to break the rules and could give up the Challenger League, but he couldn't.

This time, Wang Dashan did not speak, and directly took out his sledgehammer. The cold wind stood behind Wang Dashan, and his eyes became ice-cold.

In an instant, all one hundred and twenty-three disciples surrounded him.

Below and around the stage, everyone's eyes were focused on arena number ten. Even though the several surrounding arenas had already begun, no one looked away.

Everyone knew that this match was the main point.

Three against one hundred and twenty-three.

This isn't a competition anymore, this is a gang fight. Even if they were to split the loot, each of them had to split the loot by forty.

Facing so many disciples, and even more so Internal Sect disciples, practically every single one of them was stronger than Wang Dashan and Leng Feng.

Yun Fan turned his head to look at Wang Dashan and Leng Feng who had serious expressions on their faces, and laughed: "Leng Feng, Shan Zi. "Follow me, and I'll take you into the next round."

"Fuck, is there something wrong with your head!?"

"I can't even protect myself, and I still want to bring people into the next round. "How arrogant!"

"This brat is really asking for a beating …"

One of the disciples who was standing opposite to him said half of his sentence, but suddenly realised that Yun Fan was already in front of him. Before he could even react, Yun Fan had already grabbed onto his arm.

The world began to spin, and as the two legs smashed into each other, they directly shattered.

However, this was not the end. A powerful force came, and his entire body smashed into the crowd. The person who had been hit flew out of the arena.

Yun Fan did not take out his sword, with his bare hands, his speed was extremely fast. He dashed into the crowd and grabbed anyone he saw. As soon as he caught one, he flung it casually into the air.

Wang Dashan and Leng Feng followed closely behind, and the disciples that were behind them were forced back by the hammers.

Leng Feng rarely made a move, but every time he did, there would be people screaming in pain.

They noticed that either their hand tendons were broken or their legs were broken. They became completely useless.

Everyone wanted to surround and attack him, but every time Yun Fan swung him, the area was too big for them to get close. What was even more terrifying was that as long as a disciple was hit, they would either fly out of the arena or fall to the ground and never get back up.