God Dominating All Realms

Ouyang Qingyun had not only lost his own face, he had also lost the face of the South Army!

At the place where the South Army s gathered in the distance, Murong Jingyu's expression was extremely ugly.

Jiang Tianming noticed that the atmosphere was off and laughed, "General Ouyang is willing to yield, even at the expense of personal honor and disgrace. The overall situation is more important, it's rare!"

Murong Jingyu coldly snorted but did not say a word, as everyone knew what was going on.

Now that things had come to this, anything he said would be useless.

Long Ruoli, Tang Yi got off the arena, leaving behind six elders.

Elder Gu scanned the crowd and said in a low voice: "Now, back off! Below the fourth level of the Upper Dantian Realm!"

The crowd was in an uproar. The Martial Meeting hadn't even started, and more than half of them had been eliminated!

Not everyone could break through to the fourth level of the Upper Dantian Realm in a short year. In fact, not all of them thought that they could reach the very end of the competition, at most, they just wanted to show off their strength, and hope that an elder would be interested and accept them as their disciple.

Now, they didn't even have this kind of opportunity, but no one dared to refute Elder Gu either. They all retreated.

The surrounding of the arena suddenly became clear, there were still over 600 people, it was worthy of the Empire's meticulous selection of elites.

"That's right!" As expected, they were one of Soaring Dragon School's strongest disciples. "All Spiritual Body s, take a step forward!"

As the figures walked out of the crowd, there were forty-three of them, which meant forty-three Spiritual Body s.

The crowd went into an uproar once again, no one expected that this batch of disciples had forty-three Spiritual Body s.

Even Tang Yi was secretly surprised, when did Spiritual Body become so worthless?

There are so many just Soaring Dragon School s, what about those sects?

Since when did Spiritual Body spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain? It was too unbelievable.

"Alright!"

Elder Gu said loudly: "During this year's Martial Arts Competition, we will select sixty-two elite disciples, and directly promote them with Spiritual Body. The remaining nineteen will be born from you."

More than six hundred people were fighting for the nineteen spots, the lowest cultivation level was at the fourth level of the Upper Dantian realm, and the highest was at the fifth level of the Upper Dantian realm.

Elder Gu continued, "The selection rules are very simple. You can challenge them as you wish, and the remaining nineteen people will advance."

"Ugh …"

The crowd suddenly became speechless, it was true that they were careless, it seemed like they did not care, either to make up for it, or to give a chance to someone who was not from the Spiritual Body.

"There's more!" Elder Gu said in a deep voice: "Formations, Talisman, all cannot be used, we need to rely on our own strength to level up."

Many strange gazes were fixed on Tang Yi. Back then, he had warned everyone at Symbol Hall, but they all thought that it was Tang Yi playing tricks on them. Only after they bought the Talisman did they know that they were tricked, regretting their actions too late.

"Now, the arena is in your hands, the four arena will proceed at the same time."

As the sound of his voice faded, the three figures respectively rushed towards the other three arena.

The method was simple and crude, but it was also very effective. The real strong people all came from these Spiritual Body.

The nineteen spots also gave an explanation to everyone. If they really had a fair chance to compete with these Spiritual Body, how many of them would have such strength?

Tang Yi looked over, the atmosphere was heavy, no one was in a hurry to take action.

Zhao Zige said in a low voice: "Tang Brothers, I'm counting on you."

Tang Yi smiled and said: "Brother Zhao, there is no need to be so discouraged. With your strength, there is no problem. I'll go first. Brother Zhao, please fight for me. "

"Alright!" Zhao Zige smiled and said, "I wish Tang Brothers victory at the start."

Tang Yi laughed: "Watch carefully." By the time he finished speaking, he had already leapt onto the arena. It was the arena that was in confrontation with Ouyang Qingyun.

At this moment, the one standing on the stage was Elder Gu.

Tang Yi cupped his fists and bowed, then said slowly: "I would like to ask Elder Gu, other than Talisman s, do you have any other rules?"

"No," replied Elder Gu.

Tang Yi asked: "In other words, you can also challenge more people."

"Of course!" "If you're happy, you can challenge anyone. The arena isn't big enough, this canyon isn't small."

Tang Yi cupped his hands: "Thank you, Elder Gu, for your explanation."

Below the stage, Ouyang Qingyun suddenly had a bad premonition, as if he had guessed what Tang Yi was going to do.

"Friends of the South Army, go on stage, let's go together!"

Tang Yi's indifferent voice echoed in the canyon, causing everyone's expression to become extremely ugly.

Murong Jingyu said coldly, "How dare you!"

Jiang Tianming said softly, "Prince, there is no need to be angry. It's just a contest between the new disciples, and it doesn't mean anything."

Humph!

Murong Jingyu snorted but did not say anything, the logic was like this, the problem was in front of everyone, how could he lose his face?

Below the stage, four South Army s who still had the qualifications to participate were hesitating.

The fact that Tang Yi killed Xu Rui and Yu Chen was known to everyone, that the four of them might not be Tang Yi's match.

The problem was related to the prestige of the South Army, they had to fight.

This hesitation became interesting in everyone's eyes. Everyone knew that they were worried.

Long Ruoli's cold face revealed a faint smile. In the past year, Tang Yi had brought her a lot of pleasant surprises.

"What a pity, if it wasn't for the common body, how good would you be?"

Long Ruoli could not help but smile faintly when she thought of this. Tang Yi was undoubtedly a common body, but his Genuine Qi was extremely robust.

"What, you don't even dare to go up on stage like this?" Tang Yi laughed, "South Army is nothing more than that, to have the same name as him is my North Army's shame."

Ouyang Qingyun was furious, "My South Army does not want to bully the young with numbers, get on the stage, and accept the challenge!"

"Whiz!"

As his voice fell, a figure rushed up the arena. Although South Army was not as good as him, it was not a false reputation.

"This one is …"

"Why do you have to talk so much about people who are about to die?" Tang Yi immediately cut him off, "Are you ready to die?"

That person angrily said, "You're courting death!"

"Die!"

At the same time Tang Yi shouted, with the Tyrant Blade in his hands, and the Genuine Qi rumbling in his body, one blade quickly slashed down with a domineering aura.

The longsword pierced towards Tang Yi's heart like lightning. It turned out that this man knew he was no match for Tang Yi and had the idea of perishing together with him.

He was a bit courageous, but unfortunately, he was too weak!

The Tyrant Blade slashed across the sky, and the longsword broke into two.

Bang!

The man rushed forward a few steps, his body splitting into two, blood spraying all over the arena s.

Tang Yi kept his storage bag and sword, and thought it was a pity.

He turned his head to look at the audience, "I'll give you one more chance, it's better if you all come at once!"

The crowd finally regained their senses. The person who died in battle was at least at the fourth level of the Upper Dantian Realm, but he couldn't even withstand a single slash?

Although Tang Yi was at the fifth level of the Upper Dantian Realm, he was a common body!

Looking at the remaining three people in South Army, no one would be a match for Tang Yi, if they went up on stage, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

Even if they combined their efforts, they would still not be able to defeat Tang Yi.

"I'll do it!"

With a loud roar, a figure rushed up the arena, his long spear shaking, without any unnecessary words, he directly rushed towards Tang Yi.

"This is exactly how it should be!"

Tang Yi's loud roar resounded throughout the valley as the Tyrant Blade slashed across the sky.

One move, another move!

Aside from blood and life, there was no time for him to leave his name behind.

Tang Yi did not care about all these, his gaze sweeping across the area below the stage, "It's your turn!"

"Stop!"

Just as the two were about to charge out, Ouyang Qingyun shouted, "You two are not his match, don't throw your lives away for nothing."

"General Ouyang!"

"No need to say anymore!" Ouyang Qingyun said in a deep voice: "Don't be like that, hand him over to me."

Saying that, he looked up at the arena, "They will not fight again, fight with me if you dare!"

Tang Yi smiled faintly, "Now is not the time, sooner or later, we will have to fight."

Ouyang Qingyun coldly said, "Coward!"

At this time, Long Ruoli said softly, "General Ouyang wishes to fight so much, so I'll have to trouble you at any time."

Ouyang Qingyun said in a low voice: "It will happen sooner or later!"

"Chi!"

Long Ruoli could not hold it in and laughed out loud. Some of the people around him started to laugh as well, causing Ouyang Qingyun's expression to turn extremely ugly.

Tang Yi stood on the stage and said in a clear voice, "Who else is willing to go up onto the stage and give their guidance? "We will stop at that. Don't hurt our friendship!"

"Ugh …"

The crowd was speechless. They didn't dare to say such words even though the blood on the stage was still bloodstained.

After the two battles, Tang Yi had locked in a spot. Those with insufficient strength would not come up to die, those with strength would not fight with Tang Yi, since there were still eighteen spots.

As the remaining three arena began to fight, no one paid any more attention to Tang Yi.

Tang Yi could also relax and take the opportunity to observe his potential opponents.