After the full moon night, Yu Ling and the others did not continue to stay in the palace, but said goodbye.

Emperor Lanling wanted to send someone to escort them to the Yunlong Kingdom, but Yuling politely declined. After all, there was an aircraft on the way, and one day was enough to fly to the capital of the Yunlong Kingdom.

Yu Ling took advantage of the situation and suggested that he wanted to visit the belly of Crescent Mountain. As a result, the guards looked puzzled and told him straightforwardly that Crescent Mountain is Crescent Mountain. How could anyone be so bored as to dig a hole in the belly of the mountain?

Yu Ling couldn't help but feel a little confused. Judging from their reaction, they seemed to be completely ignorant of this. Could it be that the Blue Ridge tribe had lived here for thousands of years and was not aware of the teleportation array in the heart of the mountain?

In this case, this teleportation array is probably very old, so old that it has not left any mark in any ancient books.

I just don’t know who set up the formation in the first place. Could it be Zi Chenruo’s ancient clan? But it doesn’t feel like it.

When Yu Ling and Li Hongshui and his son left the palace, he seemed to feel a gaze coming from a distant place and falling gently on him. But when he looked back carefully, the gaze disappeared again, and it seemed that

It's just his imagination.

Although Yu Ling was a little confused, the look in his eyes was obviously not malicious, so he quickly put the matter aside and continued walking down the mountain.

On the way, he made an excuse and walked around Crescent Mountain alone. Finally, he sensed traces of the phantom array somewhere. With the cracker Zi Chenruo gave him, Yu Ling waited boredly for two seconds.

After a while, a narrow passage finally appeared in front of us.

Walking all the way down the passage, you arrive at the core of Crescent Mountain.

It was as if someone had dug a hemisphere out of thin air. The dome was twenty meters high from the plane. Yu Ling stood there alone and felt that it was extremely empty and vast. The ground under her feet was made of an unknown material and was so dark that there was no trace of it.

Any contrasting light, with graceful silver patterns crisscrossing it, can make people dizzy at first glance.

Yu Ling had never seen or heard of such a large teleportation array. The vicissitudes of life seemed to be soaked in tens of thousands of years, revealing the heaviness and wind and frost of history.

Yu Ling did not stay here for long. When he left the passage and returned to the outside world, the illusion array behind him had repaired itself as before, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Yu Ling carved a trace of soul power on a nearby rock, making it a mark so that he wouldn't have to bother looking for it in the future.

The next stop is the capital of Yunlong Kingdom - Yunlong Imperial City.

…

The prosperity and wealth of Xueyang City has opened Yu Ling's eyes, but the magnificence of Yunlong City is even better.

Although the Yunlong Kingdom was originally founded by rebellious ministers and traitors who usurped power, it has to be said that among the five feudal kingdoms, the Yunlong Kingdom is the most orthodox. The tall and towering city walls are engraved with golden reliefs of dragons swimming in the clouds. Looking from a distance, one can only feel the majesty of the emperor.

If the emperor's energy breaks through the city wall, it will be awe-inspiring.

Li Qingpeng was still thinking about the assassination of the princess. Although his heart was full of shock, he said disdainfully: "What a broken city wall is much worse than the Crescent Mountain in my Blue Ridge Country! Not at all..."

Li Hongshui quickly covered his mouth, fearing that this heartless child would get into trouble.

Ever since Li Qingpeng took Yuxi grass and advanced to the Huazun realm, his courage has become more and more bold, and his temper has become more and more wild.

Fortunately, there were people coming and going and the noise was so noisy that not many people noticed Li Qingpeng's arrogant words. Only a fat man said with a smile: "My little brother is really quick to talk, but I only agree with the first half of your sentence."

Li Qingpeng looked the fat man up and down and gave him three words: "Who are you?"

The fat man smiled and walked straight past him, saying lightly: "Buxu Guo, Kunwu Shan."

The fat man had already walked away, but Li Qingpeng hadn't recovered yet and said blankly: "Kun Wu Shan? What do you mean?"

Li Hongshui helplessly held his forehead and explained feebly: "Buxu people usually have compound surnames. His surname is Kunwu and his last name is Shan. Can you, you brat, stop being ignorant and incompetent..."

"Oh, this isn't important!" Li Qingpeng felt dizzy when he heard this.

After that full moon night, although father and son still quarreled from time to time, Yu Ling felt that their relationship had eased a lot. Sometimes the changes in people's hearts are so subtle.

"Looking at how arrogant he is, is he famous?" Li Qingpeng rubbed his chin and wondered.

Li Hongshui said with a solemn expression: "Kunwu is one of the eight major surnames in Buxu Kingdom. I can't even see through that young man's cultivation. Anyway, he is definitely much better than you."

"Tch!" Li Qingpeng curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"He has practiced auxiliary spiritual skills to cover up the fluctuations in his aura, but I generally feel that his cultivation level is between the middle stage of Transformation and the peak of Transformation." Yu Ling said.

Li Qingpeng's face looked a little unnatural, but he still said firmly: "He may be in his twenties or thirties, how can he be as young as me!"

Yu Ling said helplessly: "That's not necessarily true. For a fatter person, you can't guess his true age just by looking at his face."

Ren Laifeng is the best proof.

Li Qingpeng dared to talk to his father, but he did not dare to refute Yu Ling. Hearing this, he felt depressed for a while, then changed the subject and said: "Hey, I am very curious about a question. Is there anyone who is more powerful than you who came to participate in the Nine Domain Competition?"

Are you someone? I think you can apply directly for the first place!"

Yu Ling shook his head and said: "I heard that in every nine-region competition, there will be hundreds of young phantom gods. The first place in the last competition was Mo Liang, the current third worshiper of Yunlong Kingdom. Ten years ago, he had phantom gods.

He is a late-stage god and late-stage coagulation master, and his spiritual skills have also been cultivated to the pinnacle. At the level of 'power', ordinary cultivators at the peak of the phantom god are no match for him."

Li Qingpeng was dumbfounded and said: "This is so powerful?! Then he is only a three-time worshiper?!"

"Have there ever been fewer masters in the world? Ten years have passed, and his spiritual power has reached the peak of the phantom god, but the warrior system is still in the late stage of blood coagulation, which is slightly inferior to the Great Enshrinement and the Second Enshrinement, both of which are blood coagulation.

He is a person at the top of his game, and his powerful methods are endless." Yu Ling said.

"..." Li Qingpeng was so shocked that he didn't want to speak. After a long time, he asked weakly: "Can I survive the first round of preliminary competition?"

"It's okay, don't worry. Although the competition system changes every time, there are always some rules that are constant. The preliminary and semi-finals of the Nine Regions Competition are divided into three groups: those under twenty years old, and those between twenty and twenty-five.

, twenty-five to thirty. Then the three groups will be combined in the finals and finals.”

Li Qingpeng breathed a sigh of relief and said resolutely: "I must reach the finals, otherwise it will be in vain!"

Li Hongshui said angrily: "You kid, please take it easy. Life comes first, competition comes second. No matter what the final ranking is, you must come back alive for me."

"Is it that scary? Do they dare to kill people in this kind of competition?" Li Qingpeng said in surprise.

Yu Ling said calmly: "According to statistical surveys, the average mortality rate of the Nine Regions Competition over the years is about 20%, which means that one out of five people will die. Among them, the mortality rates in the preliminary and final rounds are the highest, at 40% respectively.

And 50%.”

"Why is this?" Li Qingpeng was shocked.

"The preliminary round is an audition. There are only 6,000 people left out of the 46,000 people in the seventeen regions. It is usually a big melee or a field experience to complete a certain task. No one is watching or protecting. If you die, you will die in vain, so many

People will take this opportunity to get rid of those they feel are threatening. But after all, everyone had just arrived at that time and didn’t know each other’s situation that well, so the mortality rate was slightly lower than in the finals.”

"The format of the semi-finals in previous years included ring battles, secret realm trials, combat strength tests, etc. Since the five countries would send representatives to monitor them, the mortality rate was not high. In the finals, the three groups were mixed together, and the two younger ones were
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