C194 King of the nine directions zhang chuyang

This time, the number of people participating in the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank competition was over a thousand.

Everyone would be divided into eight groups, with about 150 people in each group.

Just as Zongzheng Qingxuan had said, the first round of the competition consisted of the elimination of points, and every participating Martial Cultivator would battle in ten rounds. The victor would get one point, and the loser would not get any points.

The second round would cause the people in the eight groups to be disrupted and rearranged before a knockout round would take place.

After this round ended, only ten people would be able to enter the finals.

The final round would be the most intense ranking tournament.

Each of the ten Martial Cultivator s would fight against the other nine in a one against one battle.

This round was what everyone wanted to see the most.

It was also the most intense battle!

No one!

Very quickly, all of the participating Martial Cultivator s stood on the stage closest to them.

There were eight arenas, and each stage had a different number of Martial Cultivator s.

Three inner sect elders who came from Jiuhua Gate, Seven Peaks Sect and another who came from the inner sect respectively, and Xie Aoyu nodded to each other. Then, they unfurled their bodies and leapt towards the four ten-meter-tall stone pillars around the eight stages.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The four of them formed seals and pressed their hands against the stone pillars below their feet.

Buzz buzz …

Buzz buzz …

In an instant, various colored halos of light lit up on the bodies of every participating Martial Cultivator.

"Red Stage # 1, Orange Stage # 2, Yellow Stage # 3, Green Stage # 4, Green Stage # 5, Blue Stage # 6, Purple Stage # 7, White Ring Eight."

A loud and clear voice came out of one of the judges' mouth like a thunderclap.

Immediately, all the participating Martial Cultivator s started to move.

The aura around Zhan Tianming's body was bright white, and he was allocated the Ring Eight s, while the aura around Wei Jiang's body was cyan, placing him in Stage Five.

On the side of the Duke Lin Shangjun Palace, other than the two of them, there were also a few guards who had just barely reached the level of Martial Spirit participating in the competition.

Not long after, they were all divided into groups.

Looking at Martial Cultivator on the stage, Zhan Tianming had a rough idea of what to do.

Damn, if I'm lucky, I won't be able to block it.

In the entire Ring Eight, only the arrogant Xiang Haotian was in his group, while the other powerful Martial Cultivator s were allocated to the other stages.

However, Wei Jiang was not that lucky.

In the fifth ring, the strong were as numerous as the clouds.

Murong Tangtang saw Murong Tangtang, Li Tianyu, Zhang Kaidao, and that sissy who looked exactly the same as Feng Lejiang previously. These four people were all in Stage Five, causing Zhan Tianming to be a little worried for Wei Jiang.

If he was unlucky, and matched up with these four in a row, then Wei Jiang would not even have a chance to enter the next round.

But there was no other way.

I just hope that Wei Jiang's luck is better. After all, sometimes luck was also part of one's strength.

"Hahaha …" Look, the fifth stage is getting interesting. Murong Tangtang and Li Tianyu are divided into two. I remember last time, Li Tianyu seemed to only be able to take ten of Murong Tangtang's moves. I wonder how many moves Li Tianyu can take this time? "

"From what I see, even if the two of them were to meet in the first round, I don't think Li Tianyu would do anything."

That's right, anyway, even if he were to admit defeat, he would only lose one point. With Li Tianyu's strength, he would definitely be able to enter the next round, so it would be better for him to conserve his strength and fight in the second round.

"Mm, that makes sense."

"The easiest would probably be Stage One and the Ring Eight. There don't seem to be many strong warriors."

"Indeed, I can't see anything particularly powerful in these two arenas."

"…"

As soon as the division ended, heated discussions broke out among the crowd.

Especially some of the Martial Cultivator s whose strength was not bad, they looked like they were talking about the world, discussing and laughing casually about the Martial Cultivator s on the stage.

The ordinary people beside him listened with relish, and even their eyes were filled with admiration.

Zongzheng Qingxuan's eyes swept the area.

Aside from Zhang Chuyang who had Jiuyuan County, all the other six countries' dukes had already arrived.

And now, the martial arts competition had already begun.

"Could it be …" Zhang Chuyang doesn't plan to come? "

Zongzheng Qingxuan could not help but be worried in his heart.

If Zhang Chuyang did not appear, then wouldn't their plan against Zhang Chuyang have failed?

Just when Zong Zhengqing and Qingxuan were still worried that something might have changed, a domineering, middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes rushed to the spectator's grandstand with a foolish smile on his face. He sat in a golden chair, occasionally clasping his hands and apologizing to the other princes.

"I'm sorry, but I came too late."

"No need for that. Brother Chu Yang is busy with official business, so it's normal for him to be a bit late."

"Brother Chu Yang just happened to be here, and we've just split up for the martial arts competition, so the competition is about to begin."

"Haha …" As long as This King does not miss anything interesting, it's good. "

The princes exchanged courteous words with each other.

Only no one looked in Zongzheng Qingxuan's direction, after all, he was currently acting the role of the butler, Luo An, who was able to save himself from being too quiet, and did not pay attention to the conversations between the princes.

But just then, Zhang Chuyang turned and looked over.

"Camel, this king is deeply saddened by the unfortunate assassination attempt on Brother Qing Xuan. Please restrain your grief."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Zongzheng Qingxuan cupped his fists in thanks.

A hint of sadness even appeared on his face.

Just as everyone was chatting, the curtains were officially opened for the first match of each arena.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the arena closest to them.

The crowd gathered around to watch the show. However, there were a total of eight arenas, and there were an uncountable number of spectators. It was difficult to even move their feet, so the spectators could only watch the nearest arenas.

Ring Eight.

"The first battle, Zhao Gang against Sun Xiaohu." The second judge of the Ring Eight shouted.

There were eight arenas, and each arena had two assistant referees. Each one of them had cultivation and Martial Spirit Stage.

As for Xie Aoyu and the other three inner court elders, they each took charge of two stages.

The judge of the Ring Eight was one of the inner court elders from the Seven Peaks Sect.

The inner sect elder's gaze carried a touch of iciness as he fiercely swept his eyes across Zhan Tianming who was standing under the Ring Eight. In the blink of an eye, he retracted his gaze, if it wasn't for Zhan Tianming who was sizing him up just now, he would not have been able to notice this.

"Humph, it seems like this referee is also one of the Zhang family's people."

Zhan Tianming immediately understood.

But so what?

It was just a One Star Martial King. If they angered him, he would first eliminate them.

Although his Bloodline Martial Skill could only be used once a month, as long as the other party dared to attack him, he would absolutely not show mercy.

Just as Zhan Tianming was pondering, the two young men had already jumped up the stage.

The arena competition had officially begun!