"Have you heard? Our Wind Clan has a dark horse this time in the competition. It is Second Young Master Feng Weiyang. It is said that he has entered the top 100 due to his own strength!"
"Is he the useless second young man born to that maid? Impossible, right?"
"Shh! You speak softly. I heard that the day before yesterday, someone insulted his mother without even opening his eyes, and she was beaten to death directly on the competition platform. It was so miserable!"
"Trouble! So cruel?"
"..."
Under the high platform in the center of the Fengcheng Square, countless people from the Wind Clan were talking about each other. They were all talking about the hundreds of talented young men and girls of the younger generation standing in a small open space in the distance.
The focus of everyone's whispers was Feng Weiyang, who appeared out of thin air like a dark horse.
At this moment, Feng Weiyang's face was gloomy, and he was looking at Feng Zhengmao, the leader of the Feng Clan, who was sitting on the high platform watching the battle.
Growing up, he never dared to raise his head and look at his father.
I still remember when I was a child, my father slapped me in the face because I looked up at my father and lost two of my front teeth.
From then on, he did not dare to look at the strange man.
But today, he looked at the other person calmly. He wanted to kill his most beloved son in front of that man and make that man lose his face.
Feng Zhengmao's face in the spectator seats was a little gloomy. He found that Feng Weiyang, who suddenly returned this time, seemed to be completely different from the soft and frail appearance before.
"quiet!"
"Everyone be silent!"
"I will announce the rules of the competition and various prizes..."
At this time, a gray-haired old man suddenly appeared on the high platform. He was obviously the referee this time.
As the old referee's loud words fell, the people under the stage who were talking about each other became completely silent.
Zhou Fan in the crowd is also in the top 100 team at the moment. He used a forged token and is now pretending to be a member of the Feng clan.
Of course, bloodline certification is required before the competition.
Although the immortal blood in Zhou Fan's body cannot be faked or replaced, it can preserve the blood without any loss.
So with preparation, he managed to get through smoothly.
Zhou Fan originally planned to kidnap Feng Yingying secretly, but when he learned that the dungeon was personally guarded by the Great Elder, he could only give up the plan to save her temporarily.
"Now the hundred-man competition officially begins!"
"Contestants will get on the stage to engage in a chaotic battle. Those who do not fall off the stage with a stick of incense will advance."
After the old referee's announcement, people flew over and landed in the spectator seats.
The moment Zhou Fan flew up to the competition platform following the crowd, a young man from the Wind Clan punched him.
He did not dodge, let out a scream and flew backwards, instantly knocking away several people who were caught off guard.
When he landed on the competition platform, he was attacked again and was blown away.
This time, Zhou Fan was like a cannonball and hit the Wind Tribe boy who had attacked him in a sneak attack before, causing his bones to break and his tendons to break, causing him to fly backwards screaming.
Feng Weiyang was also attacked by a group of people, but all those who attacked him were mercilessly killed by him.
Killing by mistake is allowed on the competition stage, so Zhou Weiyang was so unscrupulous.
He also came here to kill someone this time, and his target was always a young man surrounded by people at the end of his sight.
That young man was Feng Qingyang, who was indeed somewhat handsome, but he was also a man with a sinister personality.
When he saw Feng Weiyang showing strong hostility toward him and rushing toward him, he immediately asked the surrounding teenagers to work together to surround Feng Weiyang.
"Something like a little bastard dares to shake a tree like a cricket!"
Feng Qingyang had no intention of taking action himself, but his disdainful words made Feng Weiyang furious.
"you wanna die!"
Feng Weiyang, who rushed into the crowd, was furious when he heard this, and he instantly burst out with the tyrannical aura of the early Spirit Master Realm and swept across the entire place.
In order for Feng Weiyang to break through to the spiritual realm, Zhou Fan made Mr. Cai spend a huge price.
At this moment, Mr. Cai is still lying in the cellar unable to get up. It can be said that he has made a heavy sacrifice.
"Bang bang bang!"
"ah......"
Those who blocked Feng Weiyang's path were almost killed or injured. Feng Yunyang and Feng Yueyue were watching from another corner of the competition platform, not in a hurry to kill Feng Weiyang.
The two of them hated Feng Weiyang more than anyone else, but they did not dare to let outsiders know after suffering such humiliation.
Among them, Feng Yueyue is the most complicated. At this moment, Feng Weiyang, who is watching the massacre, is unknowingly fascinated by it.
"Feng Qingyang! I want you to die!"
After the angry Feng Weiyang rushed out of the encirclement, he instantly shot countless wind blades towards Feng Qingyang.
"Huh! I don't know what it means!"
Although Feng Qingyang was a little surprised by Feng Weiyang's cultivation, he snorted coldly but also burst out with the tyrannical aura of the early stage of the Spirit Master Realm.
His figure dodged countless wind blade attacks in a flash, and then the illusory wings sprouted from his back and also slashed countless wind blades.
"call out!"
"咻咻咻......"
Soon, the two began to compete one after another, and a strong wind of level 12 was blowing on the competition platform.
Countless wind blades roared and collided together, and the aftermath of the terrifying air wave blew away most of the remaining contestants on the platform.
Almost all the remaining people retreated to the corner of the competition platform, crouching down to resist the blowing winds.
The fight between Feng Weiyang and Feng Qingyang has moved into the air, and many elders in the spectator seats all looked shocked.
After they came to their senses, many elders began to flatter Feng Zhengmao, saying that Feng Zhengmao, his father, and his sons were all elites.
It's just that they obviously flattered the horse's legs, because Feng Zhengmao's color was a bit green at the moment.
"Look at what you've done, little Zai! I told you at the beginning that if I didn't keep him, he would be rebellious in the future!"
"If he hurts my Qingyang today, don't even think about climbing into my bed!"
Next to Feng Zhengmao, there was a charming woman wearing fox fur. She was warning Feng Zhengmao in a low voice with a sulky face.
"He doesn't dare to hurt anyone!"
Feng Zhengmao, who had a gloomy face, could only explain forcefully, and then showed a gentle smile to comfort the woman beside him.
That fox-furred woman was Feng Qingyang's mother, and the god-granddaughter of a certain ancestor of the Feng Clan.
She has always been proficient in playing, playing, playing and singing, and Feng Zhengmao has long been forgotten by her service and has fallen deeply into the land of gentleness.
"Huh! He seems to have forgotten his humble status!"
The lady in fox fur, also known as the eldest lady, snorted coldly and looked at Feng Weiyang on the competition stage in the distance without hiding her murderous intention.
Feng Zhengmao also frowned when he heard this, as if he didn't like Feng Weiyang's show of being in the limelight this time.
He met a humble maid and gave birth to a child. It was just an accident caused by his drunkenness.
Although he has countless heirs, he actually doesn't care much about Feng Weiyang's life and death.
"time up!"
"Stop it quickly!"
All the elders in the spectator seats pretended not to hear the conversation between the eldest lady and Feng Zhengmao. After the elder referee saw that the lit incense had been extinguished, he immediately shouted loudly towards the audience.
It's just that Feng Weiyang was so crazy that he ignored the elder referee and was still attacking Feng Qingyang crazily.
"presumptuous!"
When Feng Zhengmao saw this, he became furious and shouted loudly and was about to take action, the flattering second elder instantly disappeared from the viewing gallery.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and a terrifying palm print instantly enveloped Feng Weiyang.
The second elder, who possesses the cultivation level of the late Spirit Master Realm, is simply not something Feng Weiyang can compete with.
He screamed and flew backwards, landing in the distance with blood all over his body.
Fortunately, his cultivation was not weak, and he withstood the second elder's full blow.
At this moment, only Zhou Fan, Feng Yueyue and a few dozen people were left on the high platform for the competition.
The injured Feng Weiyang quickly flew back to the competition platform. He stared at the second elder fiercely and even hated him as a flatterer.
"What! Are you still not convinced?"
The second elder standing in the sky suddenly said displeased after sensing Feng Weiyang's hostile gaze.
Feng Weiyang quickly withdrew his gaze and ignored the second elder, already defining him as a dead person in his heart.
"Hmph! Let's continue to the next battle!"
"Feng Weiyang versus Feng Yunyang!"
The second elder snorted coldly and directly announced the next fight without giving Feng Weiyang a chance to rest.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fan and others on the high platform flew down to the competition platform to make way for them.
Feng Yunyang's face was a little livid, and he watched Feng Weiyang walking towards him step by step and finally took out a long sword glowing with black energy.
He knew that his cultivation level was not as good as Feng Weiyang's, so he had already made adequate preparations. If it hadn't been for Feng Weiyang, he wouldn't have suffered such humiliation.
So this time he wanted to kill Feng Weiyang to take revenge and let his tribe know that he was the ultimate king.
"What a bastard! Come and kill me if you dare!"
Feng Yunyang knew that his cultivation level was not as good as Feng Weiyang's, so he deliberately said irritating words to anger him.
"you wanna die!"
Feng Weiyang, who had long had murderous intentions, became furious when he heard this. When he teleported to Feng Yunyang's side, countless wind blades had penetrated his body.
It's a pity that Feng Yunyang didn't die. His blood-stimulating power turned into a wind eagle that quickly revolved around Feng Weiyang.
Wisps of black energy were seen spreading rapidly from the black long sword. The black energy contained highly toxic substances and could turn into mist, affecting vision and spiritual detection.
The two people who were fighting against each other and moving quickly were soon swallowed up by the black mist and no trace could be seen.
"ah!"
Soon, a shrill scream sounded.
After the black mist gradually dissipated, the figures of Feng Yunyang and Feng Weiyang were revealed on the high platform.
Feng Weiyang's face was a little dark and purple, and he was standing on the competition stage, and at his feet lay Feng Yunyang, who was covered in black and had his chest pierced.
"You're like a dog! You can't get on the stage!"
"boom!"
Feng Weiyang resented Feng Yun Yang to the bone, and deliberately trampled his body into powder in front of everyone.
"presumptuous!"
Feng Zhengmao, who was sitting in the audience seat, was furious at this moment. He smashed the armrest and stood up directly.
"What! You want to kill me in front of so many people?"
"Then you can give it a try!"
Feng Weiyang actually took out a white sword at this moment, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Feng Zhengmao and asked.
Feng Zhengmao was almost furious. When did a son he never looked down on dare to deny him face in front of other clan members and even dare to question him.
This is no longer daring, this is simply life-threatening.
"presumptuous!"
The flattering second elder seemed to have waited for another opportunity to flatter him, so he shouted loudly and raised his palm again to slap him.
"Old guy! I've tolerated you for a long time!"
"This is the tailed beast sealed by Feng Ying's white sword, you dare to touch one and try it!"
Not to mention how arrogant and crazy Feng Weiyang was at the moment, he directly raised his white sword and pointed it at the second elder high in the sky and angrily shouted.
As his words fell, the white sword actually lit up with white light, and an illusory portal with a six-pointed star appeared.
The second elder was so frightened that he teleported to the audience seat.
When the elders in the spectator seats saw this, they were all frightened and stood up one after another.
Before they could react, Feng Weiyang had already put away the white sword.