C273 Death group

"Wh …" What? This... Xu Baichuan is only a First Silver Robed Deacon of the Holy Ji Academy? " Looking at the god-like middle-aged man in silver robes in the sky, Yang Fan's face changed yet again. Although he was not clear about the position of the Silver Robed Deacon, one thing was certain, it was not some kind of high ranking position, for their Seven Stars Sect, the highest position was the Supreme Sect Head, followed by the Supreme Elders, the leaders of the peaks, and so on, followed by the various Great Elders, followed by many Enforcers, and a mere Silver Robed Deacon was a Suppress Martial Lord, then what kind of cultivation was the elder, Academy Lord, or even the Most Powerful Emperor? The most important thing was, this was only a courtyard; how terrifying would the true Holy Ji Sect be? Martial Lords walked everywhere, and there were as many Martial Kings as dogs?

"With my insignificant cultivation, to a real expert, I'm nothing more than an ant that can be easily killed!" At this moment, the complacency in Yang Fan's heart disappeared without a trace. His current strength, was only in a remote place like South Mountain Domain, which was pretty good, but putting it in the entire Sobbing Blood Continent, which was in the center of the martial way, would make him an ordinary person. He probably wouldn't even be considered an expert!

"Sooner or later, I will surpass all of you, surpass everyone, and ascend to the peak of martial arts!" Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes lit up as a hint of determination flashed across his eyes. With the Great Art Of Devouring The Heavens And Devouring The Earth, this heaven-defying strange technique, Unparalleled King and Most Powerful Emperor would definitely not be anything difficult for him.

At this moment …

Silver Robed Deacon, who was in the air, once again spoke, "All of the participants come up with Martial Arena s!"

"Sou!", "Sou!", "Sou!"...

The moment Xu Baichuan's voice fell, countless people on the viewing platforms from all directions immediately rushed into the sky, transforming into rays of bright light, flying straight towards the Martial Arena!

"Ss, so many participants!" Yang Fan casually swept a glance around and discovered that there was a huge black mass of heads everywhere. Even if there were not twenty thousand, ten thousand would definitely have exceeded his expectations, and it was truly beyond his expectations. He had originally thought that it would be pretty good to have seven or eight thousand people, after all, the preconditions for the battle of the Cyan Cloud Ranking was to have Bone Forging Martial Master s with condensed spirit bones, and they were even going to enter the Martial Master Stage for the first time!

As long as one's cultivation reached the Martial Master Stage, anyone under the age of 60 could participate in the Cyan Cloud Ranking battle. Therefore, before stepping onto the stage, it was unknown just how many people would actually participate. As for whether there were any violators, there was no need to worry, no one was a fool, they really thought that the heads of the various sects and Silver Robed Deacon s were just decorations, especially a Suppress Martial Lord like him, who, with just a glance, was able to see through the true age of a Ancestor Martial Marquis and dared to put his hopes on the line.

"Are there any other participants?" Xu Baichuan's gaze swept across the four corners of the viewing platform, and asked once again. After confirming that no one else was present, he turned his gaze to the tens of thousands of participants below, and said: "En, not bad, there are a few good seedlings!"

In an instant, everyone present felt like their bodies had been hit by a mysterious force. There was no secret about it!

A total of fourteen thousand three hundred and ninety-two contestants? "The Great Tang Empire is a mid-ranked empire with two hundred and forty people. Therefore, we will fight for that one spot in a group of sixty people!" With a thought, Xu Baichuan said in a clear voice, "Then, this battle on the Proclamation of Azure Sky, the Great Tang Dynasty's first battle, will officially begin. The rules of the competition will not change, and just like previous years, every participant will have a nameplate …

After saying that, Xu Baichuan waved his hand, and in an instant, rays of light shot out from the sky, straight towards the thousands of participants below.

The sail flapped and grabbed a ray of light that was shooting towards them. It was a palm-sized plate, and this plate was extremely simple. Other than a number of 12,122, there were no other runes.

Not only Yang Fan, every participant on the Martial Arena had grabbed their own number plate, the same as the number plate in Yang Fan's hands, the only difference was the numbers on it!

"Each of you have your own nameplate. Now, each group will have number one to sixty as a group. Number sixty-one to one hundred and twenty as a group, and so on. We will divide into two hundred and forty groups and sit in the contesting area!"

In the four directions of the viewing gallery, there was an empty area. Moreover, it was divided into two hundred and forty small areas. Each area had a hundred seats, and it was the place where the participating disciples sat.

Soon, over ten thousand disciples turned into beams of light and jumped into the blank area, and sat down according to their numbers!

"Hiss!" There's really no one left with that luck! " Looking at his surroundings, the corner of Yang Fan's mouth curled into a strange smile. Young master, the number one demon of the Iron Sword Sect, the son of the, Xia Yu, the son of the Star King, as well as the, a total of four Seeded Evildoer s. One must know that there were only a total of thirteen Seeded Evildoer s, and there were a total of two hundred and forty groups.

Other than the Four Great Seeded Evildoer s, the lower level Peerless Evildoer s numbered eight, while the rest of the forty-seven people, with the lowest strength being at Tang Shuwen's level. Their fighting strength was not below that of ordinary Eighth Empyrean Martial Masters, and most of them were even comparable to the thirty-six Heavenly Ranking expert s.

At this moment, other than Yang Fan, the faces of the majority of the participants in the competition turned ashen, even the Secondary Evildoer were frowning. With their strength, they should have been able to squeeze into the top hundred amongst the tens of thousands of participants, and had not expected to smoothly advance, but who would have thought that they would be so unfortunate as to enter the Death Group, and advance? How far away that was.

On the stage where the big shots of the east were.

Han Qianye's brows were tightly knitted together. What he did not wish to see the most had happened, with Yang Fan's strength, defeating Xia Yu, Mo Li and the other two would not be difficult, but if he were to face the A Peerless Monster, it would be difficult to say that he was a Celestial Sect Most Powerful Monster, and was known as the number one evildoer among the Great Tang Dynasty young generation. He was an unrivaled evildoer who had already stepped into the Martial Marquis's Fourth Empyrean within the age of thirty.

The skin of a tree and the reputation of a person, being able to be honored as the number one demon-level character in the younger generation, was definitely not a person who earned his reputation. Although her own heaven's pride level expert was strong, if she were to face Huangfu Qi head on, it was likely that she would lose by a lot.

"Damn it!" How could it be like this! "

High up in the sky.

"I didn't expect these kids to be in the same group. Interesting, really interesting!" Looking at the two hundred and third group, where Yang Fan was, Xu Baichuan smiled with interest, "In this group, it wouldn't even be enough to say that it's the death group. I wonder who will be the final victor?"

In this group, there were quite a few people who were favored by him, and all had the strength of Cyan Cloud Ranking s to compete, so if they fought in advance, there would definitely be people who would leave. It was really a pity, but it was only a pity, but there was no intention to regroup them.

In the world of martial dao, destiny was a large part of one's destiny. No matter how monstrous one was, if one's destiny was insufficient, then one would inevitably become a stepping stone for others.

In the next moment …

Xu Baichuan's gaze swept across the contestants' seats, "I will repeat once again, there is only one person in each group who will be promoted, so everyone, do not think that it is a fluke and bring out all of your strength to fight. Old rules have it, every group of participants will use their number plates, battle number two, battle number three, battle number four, and so on, and so on. The number two hundred and third group is extremely bright, and can even be considered a set of Death Group. Therefore, I have decided that the matches of the other groups will start at the same time, and the Death Group will take place alone, so the competition will now begin, and Group One will enter the stage … "