The white-faced middle-aged man in the lead gave the order directly.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyao and the other three were stunned for a moment.

"Do we have any grudges?" Feng Qingyao asked with a cold face.

The white-faced middle-aged man grinned and said, "If I kill you, wouldn't I kill three opponents in the second round? In this way, our Joy Dynasty's hope of winning first place will increase a bit."

Feng Qingyao suddenly realized.

What the white-faced middle-aged man said is not unreasonable, and the rules of this round clearly state that there are no restrictions on means, and it does not matter life or death.

"Before killing us, should you consider whether you are capable of killing us?"

Ye Chen and Ling Xi both stood up and stood in front of Feng Qingyao, protecting Feng Qingyao.

Among the three of them, Lingxi and Feng Qingyao have the same cultivation level, they are both at the second level of the Demigod Realm.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, has a higher level of cultivation because he has practiced the Xiaoyao Sutra, Meng Shen Jue and other techniques, and is now at the fourth level of the Demigod Realm.

It's just that because he has a void constitution, no one can see his cultivation and aura except Luo Wushuang.

"Ha ha!"

The three white-faced middle-aged people were stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"That's such a loud tone. How dare a few second-level demigod trash talk such arrogant words?"

"Brother Yun doesn't need to take action at all. I can torture you all by myself. If you don't believe it, just give it a try."

The two scoundrels behind the fair-faced middle-aged man laughed at him, their attitudes extremely arrogant.

The white-faced middle-aged man's cultivation is at the fifth level of Demigod. The two losers are not weak either, both are at the third level of Demigod.

"It's just you?!"

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, and then he shot like lightning.

In an instant, the two white-faced middle-aged thugs were severely injured and lay on the ground wailing.

It was done in one go, without any sloppiness, everything happened in the blink of an eye, and even the white-faced middle-aged man didn't have time to react.

Looking at the two subordinates at his feet who had suffered serious injuries, the middle-aged man with a white face and already pale face became even paler. His body shivered uncontrollably, his spine went cold, and he broke out in cold sweat.

He couldn't believe that Ye Chen had such terrifying strength.

thump!

The white-faced middle-aged man knelt down with a look of begging on his face, "I beg you three to have mercy on me. I'm a villain but a blind person."

"Go away!" Ye Chen shook his sleeves.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The white-faced middle-aged man hurriedly rolled and crawled to the side.

Feng Qingyao hesitated for a while and finally decided to give up.

If it were her, she would definitely kill the white-faced middle-aged man.

But since I have decided to teach Ye Chen a lesson, I naturally want to let Ye Chen know the consequences of kindness.

Two hours later, the first round ended.

Only more than fifty dynasties passed the first round.

Above Duanhun Mountain, Xia Chen glanced at the crowd below and said loudly: "Congratulations to the contestants who passed the first round. Next we will proceed to the second round - Feitian!"

"The competition in this round is the flying ability of each group of contestants, which is also conducted in the scroll space."

"Each group can only send one person to participate."

"We also have many obstacles in the air that affect the competitors."

"The time limit is half a stick of incense. After half a stick of incense, those who climb the platform will be promoted, and those who are not will be eliminated."

"This round of competition is not allowed to use body skills, footwork, etc., nor can you use treasures. You can only rely on your own flying ability. Otherwise, it does not matter whether you live or die. If the contestants in each group are ready, they can enter the scroll."

As Xia Chen's voice fell, the contestants at the scene became excited.

More than fifty dynasties each sent a contestant.

On the Wushuang Dynasty side, Feng Qingyao sent Ye Chen.

One after another figures entered the scroll space.

More than fifty people entered the scroll space. Xia Chen closed the scroll again. With a wave of his hand, huge light curtains suddenly appeared in the air, reflecting the scene in the scroll space.

The high sky is indeed filled with dense obstacles, some tangible and some invisible.

About a hundred thousand miles above the ground, there is a cloud platform, tens of thousands of miles long and wide, like a huge aerial competition platform.

As long as the contestants can stand on this, they will advance.

As Xia Chen's "start" sound came, more than fifty contestants immediately flew upwards.

Attacks from the air gradually appeared and attacked the contestants.

The power of these attacks is very strong. Even if ordinary practitioners are attacked, even if they do not die, they will be seriously injured and unable to continue the game.

As soon as it started, several people fell to the ground seriously injured.

At the same time, several figures surrounded Ye Chen.

The white-faced middle-aged man was among them. Apart from him, the cultivation levels of the few people present were not weak, and most of them were at the sixth or seventh level of the Demigod Realm.


Chapter completed!