Chen Feng glanced at the corner of his mouth and suddenly showed a smile: "Then, if I kill all your disciples in the competition, can I also trample your face into the mud?"
"Can I also make you suffer endless humiliation?"
"What? What did you say?" Duan Yushan and others were stunned for a moment, and then burst into disdainful ridicule.
"Haha, this disciple of the Lower Court is really arrogant!"
"Yes, this is the most arrogant disciple of the House of Commons that I have seen in these years. He actually dares to say something that can defeat us!"
"Don't he know? His strength is far different from ours!"
Everyone in the middle courtyard burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the smile on Duan Yushan's face disappeared, he stared at Chen Feng, and said in an extremely cold voice: "You are the Newcomer King this time, but do you think this bullshit Newcomer King represents how powerful you are?"
"Boy, you are too naive. Any of my disciples here can easily kill you!"
"You new king, I bet you won't survive tomorrow morning!"
"That's right!" The pudgy young man laughed and said, "Sir, I'm really looking forward to meeting him in the first round, so that I can teach him a painful lesson!"
"How can anything be so cheap in the world?" The burly young man glared at him fiercely, and suddenly the smile on his face turned into a joke: "You can meet him if you want to? I still want to meet him!"
They all said: "Haha, we all want to meet him in the first round."
Everyone knows that when eating persimmons, you should choose soft ones.
Chen Feng suddenly raised his head and stared at them, his eyes like a cold lightning.
He moved his hands towards these people one by one. For some reason, these middle school disciples who were laughing at Chen Feng felt a little palpitated when they felt Chen Feng's eyes at this moment.
Chen Feng counted them from beginning to end, and then said softly: "There are five people in total."
"Don't worry, I remember you five!"
"In the competition, as long as you are touched by me, you will never survive! I will kill you directly!"
Chen Feng's words were unequivocal, like the truth, as if he had made some kind of oath!
With that said, Chen Feng turned around and left.
His action made Jian Mingjun a little stunned, and he quickly followed him.
It wasn't until Chen Feng turned around and left that those people calmed down.
Then, they burst into disdainful laughter, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Feng and Jian Mingjun arrived at the highest point of this floating mountain.
On that high platform!
When Chen Feng and Chen Feng arrived, there were already more than ten people standing on the high platform.
The leader was a white-haired old man. This white-haired old man was wearing a golden robe, and his aura was as deep as the sea, and he was extremely huge.
Chen Feng felt it and immediately felt his heart tremble!
This old man’s strength is unfathomable!
The upper, middle and lower courtyards are divided into gold, silver and copper.
Today, Jian Mingjun is wearing a copper-colored robe, while Duan Yushan, the leader of the Central Court just now, is wearing a silver robe.
Obviously, this old man is the head of the Upper House.
Behind this old man, there are ten young people standing. The oldest of these ten young people is already over forty years old, and the youngest is twenty-six or seventeen years old.
Anyway, they are older than Chen Feng.
These ten people are the top ten disciples of the Upper Court, and the weakest among them is almost the same as the strongest disciples of the Middle Court just now.
Chen Feng even felt the terrifying aura from certain people!
Especially one of them, a cold woman in white clothes with a light blue sword on her back, gave Chen Feng a feeling of being as deep as the ocean.
"This woman's strength is definitely beyond what I can match!"
Chen Feng whispered to himself: "The top ten disciples of the Upper Academy are indeed worthy of their reputation. They are the essence of the Outer Academy!"
The old man in golden robe is the first person in the upper court to call Han.
He nodded slowly towards Jian Mingjun, while the ten disciples of the Upper Academy behind him glanced at Chen Feng lightly and never looked at him again.
In their eyes, this disciple of the Lower House, the so-called new king, would not pose any threat to them at all, and there was no need to take it to heart.
In addition to them, there were hundreds of disciples gathered in the square.
This time, the entire outer courtyard competition process is open to all disciples. Anyone who wants to watch can come and watch. Even the disciples of the lower courtyard can come to the floating mountain where the upper courtyard is to watch!
Soon, the people from the middle courtyard also arrived.
At this time, in the small palace at the end of the square, the door suddenly opened, and an elder strode out.
This elder had the symbols of mountains and seas embroidered on his robes. When Chen Feng saw it, he was still an acquaintance. It was Zhou Changhai who had hosted the competition.
The elders of Shanhai are all qualified to host a competition of this level!
Only then did Chen Feng realize how lucky he was on the day he first entered the sect and took the talent selection test.
Because generally speaking, the four levels of elders in the sect, Elder Zihuo and Elder Shanhai correspond to the outer courtyard. In the outer courtyard, even if you are promoted to the upper courtyard, the highest-level elder you can see is just Elder Shanhai.
That's all.
Some disciples from the outer courtyard have never seen Elder Shaodi in their entire lives, let alone Elder Chongxiao. That is simply a dream.
Behind Chen Feng, there were two great Chongxiao elders, Liu Chengyi and Old Madman, but he did not mention it to anyone.
Chen Feng is not the kind of person who relies on others.
Behind him, there was another person, Wei Wuji.
At this time, Wei Wuji looked defeated and his eyes were empty. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the defeat in the previous few days.
Zhou Changhai slowly nodded to the three leaders, and then said in a deep voice: "This time, I will host the competition in the outer courtyard."
"Everyone, for this competition, there will be one person from the lower court, five from the middle court, and ten from the upper court, a total of sixteen people!"
"Since we are standing on this high platform, all sixteen of us are equal and there is no distinction between strong and weak!"
"Since you dare to come, you must be prepared to face any strong person. Therefore, the sixteen of us will not fight against the upper house and the upper house, and the middle house against the middle house. Instead, we will fight together!"
He acted very neatly and immediately said: "Now draw lots!"
"Of course, I'll smoke it!"
As he spoke, a lottery tube appeared in his hand, and then he said: "Now, sixteen of you, come forward."
"Yes!" Sixteen disciples responded in unison, standing in a row.
Then, Zhou Changhai pointed at Chen Feng and said: "Starting from you, the first lot I draw is yours, the second lot is to your left, and so on."
Then, before anyone could say anything, he pulled out a stick and threw it in front of Chen Feng, with two huge characters written on it: "Jia Yi."
