All Heavens and Worlds Red Envelope System

Chapter 352 The end of the melee
As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly raised a palm, and the spiritual power surged in the palm, and the power of heaven and earth swept in, and an illusory eagle claw condensed in the palm, grabbed it out of thin air, and slammed towards Xia Chen. The wrath of the earth came.

"Humph!"

Seeing the approaching eagle claws, Xia Chen curled his lips in disdain. When he was at the fourth level of Wu Zun, he could completely defeat the masters at the peak of Wu Zun. Now, he who has stepped into the seventh level of Wu Zun, facing the eighth level of Wu Zun It can be said that there is no pressure.

"Minghe Suppressing Prison Fist, Fist Opening Mount Tai!"

With a low shout, Xia Chen clenched his palms into fists. The gray power of hell flowed through his meridians from his chest, and finally gathered in his fist. He suddenly punched forward.

boom!
The air was crushed by it, and a huge fist shadow entwined with ferocious ghosts collided fiercely with the eagle claw that the middle-aged man had grabbed.

puff!

The huge illusory eagle claws condensed by the middle-aged man were directly melted and shattered under Xia Chen's gray fist shadow. The majestic and ferocious fist shadow pierced through the space. Hit him hard on the chest.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of this middle-aged man, and he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and finally, he slammed hard on the floor of the entire arena, with a dull impact sound .

Xia Chen's punch directly caused the middle-aged man to be seriously injured and unable to stand up. Xia Chen's feet moved slightly, and his whole body turned into an afterimage. The [-] registration cards that a middle-aged man had previously plundered were snatched.

Immediately, the soles of Xia Chen's feet moved slightly, and his whole body was suspended in the sky again. His palms spread out, and more than 500 registration cards densely appeared in his palm.

There were a total of more than 900 people participating in the melee, each with an entry card, and there were more than 900 entry cards in total, and he alone snatched more than 500 entry cards.

It can be said that with so many registration cards in his hand, he is considered qualified, and he will be the one with the most registration cards.

Therefore, Xia Chen didn't intend to continue to participate in the competition. He stood quietly in the sky, his eyes swept over, and he inspected the other contestants who were scrambling for registration cards.

The scene where Xia Chen defeated the middle-aged Wu Zun just now also fell into the eyes of other contestants. They were very excited about the more than 500 registration cards in Xia Chen's hand, but they did not dare to make their minds on Xia Chen. body.

After all, Xia Chen could seriously injure even the masters of the eighth level of martial arts, and the other contestants were even weaker. To snatch the registration card from Xia Chen's hand, it is not obvious that he will die.

It's like a powerful monster occupying an unusually rare medicinal herb. Even if those low-strength fighters have ideas about that medicinal herb, they dare not snatch it from the powerful monster, because there is only one end to snatching it. That is death.

So, after some apprehensive eyes swept over Xia Chen, they didn't dare to hit Xia Chen again, but started fighting with each other.

In the entire chaotic battle scene, hundreds of people fought together, only one person survived, and that was Xia Chen.

Xia Chen stood out of nowhere, standing in the center of the entire melee circle, looking particularly eye-catching. He was supposed to be the target of the fire, but he was stunned because no one dared to rush towards him, but was more than ten meters away from him. For one or two registration cards, there was endless fighting.

"This kid, with the strength of the seventh level of Wu Zun, he can actually defeat the master of the eighth level of Wu Zun, he really has some strength!"

Tu Zhong, who was at the top of the sky, scanned the circle of melee, and finally, his eyes fixed on Xia Chen who was in the center.

As a martial sage of Wan Dao Sect, one of the four major sects, Tu Zhong has seen countless geniuses. Therefore, although Xia Chen's performance was amazing, it only slightly surprised Tu Zhong, but did not make him feel Shocked to heaven.

After all, the four major sects are super close forces governing the entire Tianwu Continent, and the disciples inside are all peerless geniuses selected from thousands of miles. Haven't seen it.

Because in Wan Dao Sect, those core disciples and closed-door disciples all have Xia Chen's strength in leapfrog fighting, and they are not particularly outstanding.

Of course, it's just that Tu Zhong thinks that Xia Chen's strength at the seventh level of Wu Zun is nothing to defeat a master at the eighth level of Wu Zun. If Tu Zhong knows that at the fourth level of Wu Zun, Xia Chen can already defeat a master at the peak of Wu Zun , he probably wouldn't be so calm.

Time passed bit by bit, and the scuffle was still going on. Some high-strength contestants had already snatched a lot of registration cards, while low-strength contestants had their registration cards snatched away. However, he hadn't grabbed a single registration card, so he was about to be eliminated.

"The melee is over!"

At this time, a loud voice sounded from above the sky.

The people who were fighting stopped their movements one after another and looked up at the sky.

I saw Tu Zhong, who had been watching the battle, holding a broad sword. He lowered his head, looked down at the more than 900 contestants below, and said: "The top ten people with the most registration cards will be selected as disciples of my Wandao Sect. Now, Come forward one by one and report the number of registration cards you have snatched!"

"Yes!" The faces of many masters who snatched the registration cards below were filled with joy.

And more contestants, with empty hands, whose registration cards were snatched away, could only be dejected and lamented endlessly.

Immediately, like the other contestants, Xia Chen flew in front of Tu Zhong and reported the number of registration cards in his hand.

After a while, Tu Zhong had already counted the results, and he announced loudly: "The following ten people, who have snatched the most registration cards, will officially become my disciples of Wan Dao Sect!"

"These ten people are Xia Chen, 520, Yang Jie, 120, Li Tao, 82, Jiang He, 63..."

Tu Zhong reported a series of names, including the ten people who belonged to Xia Chen. They were the ten people who snatched the most registration cards in this scuffle, and were successfully selected as official disciples of Wan Dao Sect.

As for the others, they had no chance to participate in the Wandaomen, and could only hope to come back to compete next year.

Xia Chen glanced over the other nine people, and saw that the other nine people were all high-spirited, their faces brimming with joy and excitement, being able to stand out from the crowd and become disciples of Wan Dao Sect, one of the four major sects, was enough to impress They despise their peers and have the capital to be proud.

Xia Chen smiled lightly, but his state of mind was very calm. Although it was a lucky thing for others to join the Wandaomen, for him, he had already expected that he would be able to do so because of his own strength. Naturally, he won't be too excited if he wins.

(End of this chapter)