194: C194 Duke of Jiuyuan Zhang Chuyang

C194 Duke of Jiuyuan Zhang Chuyang

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

Everyone would be divided into eight groups, each group having around 150 people.

Just as Zongzheng Qingxuan had said, the first round of the competition used the elimination system. Every participating Martial Cultivator would randomly participate in ten martial arts competitions, and the winner would get one point. The loser would not get any points. In the end, it would depend on the number of points, and choose the top fifty to enter the second round.

In the second round, the members of the eight groups would be rearranged, and then there would be another elimination round.

After this round ended, only ten people could enter the finals.

In the final round, the most intense ranking competition would be carried out.

Ten Martial Cultivator would fight the other nine people one by one, and the winner would be first.

This round was what everyone wanted to see the most.

It was also the most intense competition!

No one!

Soon, all the participants, Martial Cultivator, stood on the nearest ring.

There were eight rings, and each ring had a different number of people, Martial Cultivator.

The three inner circle elders from the Jiuhua Gate, Seven Peaks Sect, and Maple Leaf Valley, and Xie Aoyu nodded to each other. After that, they spread out their bodies and leapt towards the four stone pillars that were three meters tall standing around the eight rings.

Huhuhu...

The four of them formed seals with their hands, and then they pressed their hands on the stone pillars under their feet.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz, buzz...

In an instant, all sorts of colors lit up on Martial Cultivator's body.

"Red Number One Battle Ring, orange Number Two Battle Ring, yellow Number Three Battle Ring, green Number Four Battle Ring, green Number Five Battle Ring, blue Number Six Battle Ring, purple Number Seven Battle Ring, white Ring Eight."

A loud and clear voice came out from the mouth of one of the judges, like the sound of thunder.

Instantly, all of the competitors, Martial Cultivator, moved.

The halo on Zhan Tianming's body was white. It was distributed to the Ring Eight, while the one on Wei Jiang's body was green. It was assigned to the fifth ring.

On the side of the Linshang County, besides the two of them, there were also some guards who had barely reached the Martial Spirit who had also participated in the competition.

Not long after, the grouping was completed.

Looking at Martial Cultivator who was standing in the arena, Zhan Tianming had a rough idea of what was going to happen.

Fine, he was lucky, he couldn't even block it.

In the entire Ring Eight, only the arrogant Xiang Haotian was in his group. As for the other powerful Martial Cultivator that he had paid attention to earlier, they were all assigned to the other arenas.

However, Wei Jiang's side obviously wasn't so lucky.

In the fifth ring, there were as many powerful people as the clouds.

Murong Tangtang, Li Tianyu, Zhang Kaidao, and that sissy who looked exactly the same as Feng Lejiang were all in the fifth ring, which made Zhan Tianming worry for Wei Jiang.

If his luck was bad, and he was matched with these four people in a row, Wei Jiang would not have the chance to enter the next round.

But there was no other way.

He could only hope that Wei Jiang's luck would be better. After all, sometimes luck was also a part of one's strength.

"Hahaha... Look, the fifth ring is getting interesting. Murong Tangtang and Li Tianyu were divided together. I remember last time, Li Tianyu only caught ten moves from Murong Tangtang. I wonder how many moves Li Tianyu can take this time?"

"In my opinion, even if the two of them meet in the first round, I don't think Li Tianyu will make a move."

"That's right. In any case, even if he chooses to admit defeat, he will only lose one point. With Li Tianyu's strength, he will definitely enter the next round. It's better to conserve his strength and fight in the second round."

"En, that makes sense."

"The easiest one is probably the first ring and the Ring Eight. It seems like there aren't any experts here."

"Indeed. I can't see anything particularly powerful on these two stages."

... ""

The moment the grouping ended, the dense crowd of people began to give rise to heated discussions.

Especially some of the relatively strong Martial Cultivator. He looked like he was giving pointers to the world. He was judging Martial Cultivator from head to toe in the arena, and he was talking and laughing in a calm manner.

The ordinary people beside him were listening with great interest, and even their eyes were filled with admiration.

Zongzheng Qingxuan's eyes swept around him.

Apart from Zhang Chuyang from Jiuyuan County, the other six dukes' princes had already arrived.

And now, the competition had already begun.

"Could it be... Zhang Chuyang doesn't intend to come?"

Zongzheng Qingxuan couldn't help but feel worried.

If Zhang Chuyang didn't appear, wouldn't their plan to deal with Zhang Chuyang fail?

Just as Zongzheng Qingxuan was still worried about the changes in the situation, a man dressed in brocade clothes appeared. The mighty and domineering middle-aged man, Zhang Bao, rushed to the stands with a foolish smile on his face. He sat on the chair boldly and boldly, and from time to time, he cupped his hands in apology to the other Royal Highnesses.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

"No, no. Brother Chu Yang is busy with work, so it's normal for him to be late."

"Brother Chu Yang came just in time. The competition has just been arranged, and it's about to start."

"Haha... It's good that This King did not miss out on anything interesting."

The princes were polite to each other.

No one looked at Zongzheng Qingxuan. After all, he was only pretending to be the old butler, Luo Ang. Zongzheng Qingxuan didn't care about the conversation between the princes at all.

But at this moment, Zhang Chuyang turned his head and looked over.

"Housekeeper Luo, I am deeply distressed about the unfortunate assassination of Brother Qing Xuan. Please accept my condolences."

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

His face was filled with sorrow.

Just as everyone was chatting amongst themselves, the curtains to the first match of each arena were officially drawn.0

Everyone's gaze was focused on the nearest arena.

The crowd of people had all come to watch the show. However, since there were eight rings, the number of people who came to watch the show was too many to count. It was even difficult for them to even move their feet. Therefore, the audience could only watch the arena competition that was closest to them.

Ring Eight.

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

There were eight rings, and each ring had two deputy judges. Each of them had a Martial Spirit Stage cultivation base.

As for Xie Aoyu, who was the judge, and the other three inner circle elders, they were in charge of the two rings.

The judge of the Ring Eight was an inner circle elder from the Seven Peaks Sect.

The inner circle Sect Elder's eyes carried a trace of coldness as he fiercely glanced at Zhan Tianming, who was standing under the Ring Eight. In an instant, he withdrew his gaze. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhan Tianming was just sizing him up, he wouldn't have been able to notice this point.

"Hmph, it seems like this judge is also from the Zhang family."

Zhan Tianming instantly understood in his heart.

But so what?

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

Although his Bloodline Martial Skill could only be used once a month, as long as the opponent dared to attack him, he would never show any mercy.

Just as Zhan Tianming was deep in thought, the two young men had already jumped onto the arena.

The arena competition had officially begun!

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