I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 659 The Competition Begins

For Chen Hai, the matter between Zhang Biao and Shang Yunfeng was just a small episode.

Not to mention their status and strength, even if they are several times stronger, as long as they have not become true immortals, it will be difficult for them to fall into his eyes.

He saw that Shang Yunfeng was unhappy, at most he was eliminated in the big competition, that's all.

As for how Zhang Biao will react after he leaves, and what will he do?

It has nothing to do with him, and he is too lazy to take care of it.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Hai took his time and walked around the huge valley a couple of times before the high-ranking sect leaders headed by Ye Qingqing had already landed in the valley.

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, the Bloodthirsty Sect Grand Competition officially began.

Before this, Chen Hai met his wife Ye Qingqing and chatted for a while.

According to her thinking, she wanted Chen Hai to be with her, condescending, and sit on the high platform specially built at the head of the valley to watch the battle.

However, Chen Hai considered her suggestion for a while, but was finally rejected by him.

After all, he is not a member of the Bloodthirsty Sect, and he does not have any duties in his sect.

It doesn't matter if you take a leisurely stroll down below, let him run to the high platform and sit with Ye Qingqing and other high-level sects, it's obviously a bit unfair.

Besides, he always likes to keep a low profile and doesn't like to show his face. Except for his wife Ye Qingqing, he doesn't want to have any interaction with other high-level people in the clan.

Seeing that he refused so cleanly, Ye Qingqing, who already had a certain understanding of his temperament, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't say anything more.

Sitting on the specially built high platform, one can have a clear view of the entire valley.

This large area has been divided into six venues.

The bloodthirsty sect disciples of the same level will definitely be in the same place to participate in the competition.

Six grades and six venues can be matched one by one.

"Senior Brother Fang, in terms of strength, I am definitely not your opponent. I met you just after I started the battle. I am unlucky and I admit defeat!"

"Damn Zhang Chen, you are so despicable and shameless that you can even do such indecent things as spreading lime?"

"Hehe! Soldiers never tire of cheating. I haven't even heard of this sentence? I was negligent and said I was despicable and shameless. Should I say you are stupid? Or should I say you are naive? Get out, I won this game! "

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Among the six venues, competitions are going on in full swing.

Some people sign up to participate in the big competition, which is just a formality. They don't have any hope at all about whether they can get any good results.

After walking around the field and saying hello to their opponents, they jumped off the stage without saying anything.

There are also some people, knowing that they are not strong enough, and after being forced to sign up, they simply do not show up.

The people who really came to the stage, punched and kicked, and fought with their opponents were basically the kind of people who had expectations for those twenty places.

Those people with high strength, who are the most popular contestants in this competition, hold their own identities, but it is still a rule.

But those people of average strength below, in order to win, they really do everything they can.

Just like the guy on the playing field just now, he said that he was older and younger, and he looked like he was about to admit defeat. When his opponent let go of his guard and was negligent, he threw a few large bags of quicklime over. He kicked his opponent off the ring and eventually won the match.

Similar things happened a lot in the first few rings.

But in the end, after those participating in the competition have taken precautions, it is difficult for this kind of low-level and obscene means to play any role.

"Dianzhu Yang, Dianzhu Qian, who do you think can stand out and win the final place in this competition?"

"My disciple Yuan Fang is not bad. When he first stepped into the sixth realm Yukong, he fought across the ranks and successfully killed a cultivator at the seventh realm manifestation level. After joining the sect for 20 to 30 years Among this group of disciples in [-], not to mention that he must be at the top of the list, he will definitely have no problem entering the top three."

"Our Law Enforcement Palace, Qin Tian, ​​is also okay. In the battle to expel the demon clan, he was besieged and killed by three demon clans of the same level. It's fine if he is not weak, and he finally killed one person instead."

"Among the 30 to 40 year disciples, the most powerful one must be Shang Yunfeng of our Dharma transmission hall. Look, the one on the No. [-] competition venue who is preparing to play is him."

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On the high platform, the condescending people who were watching the battle glanced at the scene on the competition field below, and at the same time, they gathered together from time to time to discuss a few words.

The former Bloodthirsty Sect could be promoted to the Supreme Elder after stepping into the ninth realm of Thunder Tribulation, becoming the top existence in the sect.

Nowadays, the position of Supreme Elder no longer exists.

In the sect, although the true immortals and real demons have not yet been born, the number of cultivators at the level of the Nine Realms Thunder Tribulation has long been unknown.

Especially after the Medicine King Valley was merged into the Bloodthirsty Sect, with the support of their elixirs, basically every year passed, there would be a few more Nine Realm Thunder Tribulations in the sect.

None of the elders and hall masters on the high platform at this moment are below the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation.

Other sect forces in the outside world faintly regard the Bloodthirsty Sect as the number one sect in the Western Man Mountains. Apart from the lack of true immortals and real demons, in terms of mid-level and high-level combat power, they barely hold this reputation. It's still a responsibility.

Among the people on the high platform, except for Ye Qingqing who kept his identity and rarely spoke, the rest of the elders and palace masters pointed at the competition venue below, and the voices of discussion in their mouths almost never stopped.

Following the opening of the Dharma Transmission Hall Master Tian among the crowd, many people's eyes were directly focused on Shang Yunfeng who was dressed in white and was shaking a folding fan in the No. [-] venue.

"Who is No. 37, hurry up to the stage and fight me!" Standing proudly on the ring, Shang Yunfeng glanced around.

After seeing that no one responded, he sighed: "The strength is too invincible. It is too lonely to seek defeat but not be able to."

"Number 37, I know that you are afraid of my reputation and worry about being ashamed. You lost too miserably in my hands."

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. Be brave and give yourself more confidence."

"Even if you are really defeated by me, it's better than you shrinking your head like a turtle."

"How about this, I promise you in front of everyone, as long as you take the initiative to fight me on stage, I can let you do three moves first, what do you think?"

Gently shaking the folding fan in his hand, Shang Yunfeng's face was always rippling with a kind smile like a spring breeze.

The opponent abstained and didn't show up. Although he could win the game, he won too easily and couldn't show his supreme demeanor at all.

If possible, he naturally hoped that his opponent would come to power, and then be crushed and defeated by him.

"Senior Brother Shang, if a gentleman says a word, it's hard to catch a horse. Are you really willing to let me do three tricks without fighting back?"

Shang Yunfeng's words still had some effect. Just as he finished speaking, a fat man who looked extremely wretched took the initiative to speak to him for confirmation.

"Are you number 37?"

"Correct!"

"Come on, in front of the promises made by so many people, if I go back on my word, what face will I have in the future?" Shang Yunfeng waved at the little fat man and responded with a charming smile still on his lips.

Despite Shang Yunfeng's promise, the little fat man still hesitated.

He had heard people say a long time ago that this Shang Yunfeng was not only strong, but also cruel and ruthless when fighting with others.

When he came here, he only knew that his opponent was No. 38, but he didn't know that No. 38 was Shang Yunfeng, otherwise, he would have shrunk into the room directly.

"They didn't fight back and asked you to do three tricks, why don't you go up, why are you standing still?" An abrupt voice fell in the ears of the little fat man.

Following the source of the voice, he looked over, and all he saw was an ordinary young man grinning at him.

Afterwards, he flew up involuntarily, and landed towards the ring.

"Boy, if I told you to do three tricks, I'll let you do three tricks."

"After the three moves, I will make another move. I promise not to kill you, but at most I will cripple you!"

The moment the little fat man landed on the ring, Shang Yunfeng, who was only a few steps away from him, had already set his eyes on him.

The smile on the corner of his lips was still very charming, but for some reason, it made the little fat man feel extremely gloomy.

(End of this chapter)