However, Wang Teng's Desolate Peaks had been eliminated from the Seventy-Two Peaks of Wuji, so he thought that generally no one would say anything.
If Sun Xiongcai really insists on this, then Wang Teng's qualification to participate will really be deprived.
"Haha, Elder Cangyun, I want to file a complaint with you."
Then, he greeted Elder Cangyun with a smile and said.
"What's the situation?"
Elder Cangyun walked over with his hands behind his back, with a majestic look on his old face, and said indifferently.
"Hey, it's Sun Xiongcai. This guy asked Wang Teng to pretend to be his Qingniu Peak disciple to participate in the martial arts competition. Didn't this break the rules of the competition?
So I also asked the elders to deprive Wang Teng of the qualification to participate in the conference and severely punish Sun Xiongcai."
He laughed, pointed at Sun Xiongcai and said.
However, Elder Cangyun glanced at Wang Teng, frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "The desolate peak where Wang Teng is located is not among the seventy-two peaks. Which peak he wants to participate in the competition will only need to be agreed by the first one."
There’s nothing wrong with coming to participate in the competition.”
"You mean...this is okay?"
Liu Quan said dumbfounded.
"Of course, it doesn't matter. Huangfeng is no longer a Taoist peak. How can we compete?
You pig-brained person, before you file a complaint next time, can you use your brain to think carefully before you come to me?
This little thing bothers me, huh!"
Elder Cangyun snorted coldly, turned around and left.
The tournament is approaching and he has many things to deal with.
Liu Quan's face suddenly turned blue and white, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Unexpectedly, my enthusiastic complaint was met with a scolding.
Sun Xiongcai finally felt relieved and said with a smile: "Liu Quan, you have nothing to say now, why don't you get out of here!"
"You...you...have the guts. I will remember this account."
Liu Quan was so angry that his nose was almost smoking. After his body shivered for a long time, he could only grit his teeth and rolled down the stairs.
He was already a little fat, and when he rolled down like this, he looked like a meat ball.
Wang Teng couldn't help but laugh. Liu Quan was so arrogant and ended up like this, which made him feel very happy.
"Wang Teng, you have the skills. In the ring, you'd better pray not to touch me, otherwise I will beat you to death."
Alongside Liu Quan are Lin Junxuan and Lin Tian.
Lin Junxuan's face turned ugly when he saw his master in such a mess.
Lin Tianze's eyes were extremely cold and he said coldly to Wang Teng.
"I'll be with you at any time. It's not sure who will be a dead dog by then."
Wang Teng sneered, didn't leave him at all, turned around and signed up... Lin Tian was furious, how dare this kid ignore him?
...Just like that, after going through some tedious registration and statistics, it took about an hour, and finally it was done.
Elder Cangyun once again stood on the rostrum, with a strong voice, and said to everyone in the square: "In this competition, there are a total of 500 contestants from the Seventy-Two Peaks. Now we will draw lots to determine our opponents."
After waving his hand, a specialist immediately held a bamboo tube and gave it to the players.
"No. 13, Arena No. 6."
Wang Teng looked at the numbers marked on the bamboo stick, said hello to Sun Xiongcai, and then left the stage.
During this period, he had already put on the exclusive clothes of a Qingniu Peak disciple.
There were a total of twenty arenas in the arena, and he stepped onto the sixth arena.
"Haha, there are also disciples in this Qingniu Peak class, are they qualified to participate in the competition?
It’s really a strange thing to see the iron tree blooming.”
Not long after Wang Teng entered the ring, a burst of laughter came over. Then, a relatively burly man jumped onto the ring. With a roar, the ring buzzed and trembled, looking very...
ferocious.
He was wearing a cyan dress with an iron tower pattern painted on his chest, which represented that he came from the "Iron Tower Peak" ranked 41st among the seventy-two peaks of Wuji.
The peak is shaped like an iron tower, and most of the disciples on the peak are practicing martial arts, so this peak is extremely famous among the seventy-two peaks of Wuji.
The previous incident between Wang Teng and Liu Quan was because the square was too big and there were too many people, so not many people noticed it.
So no one knows about Wang Teng.
Seeing the big man, many people started whispering.
"Hey, that's Man Ming from Iron Tower Peak. It's said that he accidentally ate the blood of a bull from an eighth-level cosmic beast since he was a child. He's extremely powerful. He's very famous among the new disciples of this generation."
"He showed up as soon as he came up. It seems that Qingniu Peak has finally produced a disciple who is qualified to participate in the competition. It's going to be over."
Although Wang Teng offended Fairy Wuchen and made quite a name for himself within the sect, after all, the Beiming Sword Sect was so prosperous that many people had never seen him.
Judging from the clothes, they thought that Qing Niufeng had some bad luck this time and picked a pretty good disciple.
"Haha, boy, you met me today. You are unlucky. Surrender quickly and get out of here, otherwise you won't be beaten flat by my punch."
Na Man Ming laughed and said in an extremely arrogant manner.
He was more than two meters tall, a head taller than a normal person. His upper body was naked, and his muscles were like pythons swimming around. In the sunlight, he was filled with an explosive sense of strength.
In his hand, he also held a snow-white sword, which was as big as a door panel and very thick. He waved it casually and made a whining sound.
I have to say that his look is so tough. Wang Teng looks like a little kid in front of him.
Qingniu Peak is the lowest peak among the seventy-two peaks of Wuji. It is well known that the disciples there are generally low in cultivation. He did not take Wang Teng seriously at all, with a condescending and contemptuous attitude.
"Just take action. Defeat without a fight. I will never do that."
Wang Teng said calmly.
"You are so arrogant that you don't take the initiative to admit defeat when you see me. Well, I will make you realize what the gap is. Watch your moves!"
Man Ming laughed wildly again, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
When he thought about it, with his reputation, ordinary participating disciples would be so scared that they would pee and give in immediately when they saw him.
Wang Teng acted so calmly, which was an insult to him.
Boom! As soon as he thought of this, he shouted loudly, and then ran over like a huge beast, making the ring rumble with the soles of his feet.
"Watch me splitting the heaven and the earth and crushing your kid into mud."
When he came closer, he shouted loudly, then held a huge knife in both hands, pointed it at Wang Teng, and struck it down hard.
Phew! In an instant, a violent strong wind blew across the arena, causing some nearby disciples to feel burning pain on their faces, and screamed in shock.
