Chapter 394 The demon spirit clan, the strange young man in black robe!

Chu Feng couldn't wait.

If the Demon-Slaying Sword can be reforged once and reach its true peak, then the chance of success in overcoming the tribulation can be increased by at least another 30%!

But right now, the time is not right.

Chu Feng still understands the reason why holding a jade is a crime.

The Demon-Slaying Knife is no ordinary treasure, it is worth hundreds of thousands of star field essence!

Normally his brilliance is restrained, even when fighting he doesn't show much of it.

But when it is recast, it will inevitably lead to a thunder disaster for the artifact, which is the only way for the artifact to be born.

By that time, if I don't have the strength to determine the world, if a greedy peak S-level guy shows up randomly, wouldn't I be doomed?

There must be such strong men in the rebel army.

Chu Feng has never doubted this.

Thinking of this, I can only suppress the thoughts in my heart for the time being.

I just silently paid attention to these dwarves, and if I have the chance, I can establish a good relationship with them first.

Just when Chu Feng was thinking.

In the center of the city, above the arena, an old figure slowly fell down, with a surging aura.

Someone in the audience recognized the person and shouted excitedly.

"It's the Lord of the City, and he's actually in charge this time."

"Don't you think the Lord of the City is a truly powerful person at the venerable level?"

Beside Chu Feng, Anderson explained in a low voice.

"The Lord of Frederick is considered a veteran within the rebel army. He originally served as the legion commander of the regular combat forces. In recent years, he has been relegated to the second line and has come to the headquarters to become an idle Lord of the City."

Chu Feng just nodded after hearing this.

Looking at the old man, he whispered to himself.

"The peak of elementary S-level...or a strong person of high-level S level."

Within the rebel army, there is also a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

It is indeed an organization that has been able to persist in the hands of the demons for so many years.

Then, with the old man's slight cough.

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Obviously the old man's prestige is not low.

Immediately, the old man simply said a few words and announced the start of the competition.

A golden scroll was thrown out of his hand, which listed the names of all the contestants, each corresponding to a number.

Under the golden scroll is an opaque wide-mouth jade pot.

The old man said in a deep voice.

"In this competition, there are a total of 38 participants. They will draw lots according to the order on the scroll to determine their opponents. They will fight against each other. The winner will advance to the next round and the loser will be eliminated."

Off the court, Anderson couldn't help but muttered.

"This rule is too sloppy. If you are unlucky and encounter Yue Lingran, Mei Changqing and those perverts, wouldn't they be eliminated directly?"

Under this kind of rule, even if you have the strength to compete for the top ten, it is useless!

Not only Anderson felt it was inappropriate, but most of the players present who were not confident in their abilities couldn't help but start complaining.

The only ones who could still remain calm were Yue Lingran, Mei Changqing, and a few young men in black robes.

Of course, this also includes Chu Feng.

In his eyes, this is just a group of children playing house.

Now Chu Feng just wants to finish the competition quickly so that he can go to the Ancient Ancient Pagoda as soon as possible.

This simple and direct rule is exactly what he wants.

"quiet!"

On the stage, the old man snorted coldly.

"Huh! That's the rule. If you have any objections, you can withdraw from the competition!"

"Luck is also part of a warrior's strength! Can you choose your opponent when you are fighting against the demons?"

"Now, Yue Lingran, go out and draw lots!"

What the old man said cannot be disputed.

Seeing that the old man seemed angry, no one dared to say anything more.

The next moment.

Yue Lingran walked out indifferently without saying a word, floated up, and easily came to the wide-mouthed jade pot, reached out and took out a golden note.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the golden note in Yue Lingran's hand.

I am afraid that the person I will draw is myself.

"Booker."

Yue Lingran read out the name above indifferently.

Suddenly, there was a gasp of relief from the crowd.

Only one werewolf in the orc alliance had a face full of despair.

"It's over! There's no hope for the top ten!"

This is the only thought in the werewolf's mind.

The surrounding ethnic groups cast a series of gloating glances.

The second person to draw lots was none other than Mei Changqing. This person was like stepping on a thunderbolt, and he arrived in front of the jade pot in an instant.

He grabbed it casually and said the name indifferently.

"Frank."

Another scream came out.

Then, each contestant came forward to draw lots.

Some are happy and some are sad.

They are all members of the rebel army, and some of them have even been playmates since childhood, so they know both sides very well.

Basically, the moment the lot is drawn, you will know whether you have a chance of winning.

Anderson and Darren are both pretty lucky.

Both of them drew a junior super A.

Anderson is full of confidence.

At this point, the only people who have not yet drawn lots are the young man in black robe and Chu Feng. They played as foreign aid, so they were naturally ranked last.

Chu Feng subconsciously glanced at the young man in black robe.

The young man in black robe just smiled faintly, then looked away, and stepped forward to draw lots.

But Chu Feng frowned slightly.

I didn't notice it just now.

But being so close to this young man in black robe made Chu Feng feel uncomfortable for no reason.

It seems that I instinctively hate the person in front of me.

Chu Feng was a little puzzled.

Why?

Is this my first time meeting this guy?

Chu Feng sensed it carefully again, but still found nothing.

Looking at the race, this guy should be from the demon spirit race.

A race that has been passed down from ancient times to this day, but is not very famous, has little sense of existence, and has never had any strong people in the race.

However, he was considered a member of the resistance against the demons back then, but he later disappeared.

I didn't expect to see it here today.

But Chu Feng still had doubts in his heart.

It stands to reason that even if this guy is a demon spirit tribe, I shouldn't have an instinctive feeling of disgust.
To be continued...