"As the current master of dragon and phoenix, Suning can at least condense an eighth-level immortal body."
"There are not many people here who can defeat him in a fight with the same realm."
"Ten, hold on to ten."
"If in the eighth game he is assigned a vacant lottery, and the other people's immortal power is exhausted, is there any need to say who will own the Regeneration Pill?"
"What a Wuchen Immortal Realm, what a Luochen Emperor, what a good plan."
Everyone was whispering to each other, filled with indignation.
Everyone has their own little thoughts, but they don't dare to take the lead and provoke Xiang Zhanyun, who is a thirteenth-level true immortal.
For a moment, the originally orderly treasure hunt in the arena was completely chaotic.
There was a chaos and endless curses.
Suning looked at her nose and heart, pretending that she didn't hear or see anything.
Dao Huo'er said secretly in Qimen Seal: "Is this really what Luo Chen means?"
Suning shook his head and said, "I don't know."
He stood up without changing his expression, turned his gaze to the single-plank bridge in the distance, and focused on Xiang Zhanyun with a sense of inquiry.
The latter, turning a blind eye, announced: "The third round of the arena battle begins now."
"I'll count to three, and anyone who doesn't get on the ring will be eliminated."
"one......"
His tone was calm, and the river water under the bridge suddenly began to boil.
Invisibly, majestic pressure descended and was scattered over the heads of all the contestants present.
Some people couldn't bear the pressure and bowed back, their faces pale.
Some people are breathing heavily, with bulging veins appearing on their foreheads, and they are gritting their teeth to hold on.
Others looked around anxiously, hoping to wait for the forerunners to make a choice.
"two."
Calmly report the number to Zhan Yun and walk down the wooden bridge.
Obviously, when he reports three, if no one steps into the ring according to the number drawn, this battle for heavenly materials and earthly treasures held in the middle-grade immortal weapon will be forcibly ended by him.
"I'm sorry, I'm here to practice, and I want to compete for the Regeneration Pill."
"It's best if you can fight for it. If you can't fight for it, haha, it doesn't seem to matter."
"Number 56, um, come on, let's start the fight."
The first person to express his stance was Wu Dian Zuo Rufeng. This guy plucked a weed from nowhere, held it in his mouth, and flew up to the ring with a playful smile.
Following closely behind was the masked woman from Wen Palace.
Standing silently on the 88th stage, his movement was so fast that it eluded Suning's perception.
The disciples of the two ancient forces took the lead, and the other unwilling disciples could only silently follow the trend.
Not long after, all the contestants came on stage one after another. Everything was as if it had never happened.
Xiang Zhanyun regained control of the initiative and said in a deep voice: "I, the Wuchen Immortal Realm, disdain to do the dirty tricks you are suspicious of."
"I can assure you, Suning, that he will not receive any favoritism from the host."
"Whether it is the next round of draws or the eighth round of draws, if the vacant lot is obtained by Suning, the draw will be immediately void."
"So, are you satisfied?"
I don’t want to wait for anyone to respond, and I don’t want to waste any more time.
After saying these words to Xiang Zhanyun, his figure disappeared on the spot.
What disappeared with it was the majestic pressure that dominated the sky.
"What the hell?"
Dao Huo'er thought he heard wrongly, and asked Suning in a loud voice: "If I don't help you, will I trick you instead?"
"Is this? Luo Chen is crazy?"
Suning was too lazy to think about it, because according to the ring number drawn, his opponent was Yin Qi, the direct disciple of Jingkong Immortal Realm who had previously provoked him.