Long Bufan said that in his opinion, if you fight for it, there is still a chance. If you don't fight for it, there will be nothing.
"It's so naive. How long have you been joining the sect? Do you want this kind of opportunity?"
"I'm afraid you are not daydreaming..."
Xuan Tiance's disciples who sat down stared at Long Bufan and the others coldly, trying to compete with them for their qualifications was no different than killing their parents, wives, and children.
The expressions of the members of the Dragon Group changed slightly.
The disciples who Xuan Tiance sat down were not ordinary people. They were all at least fourth-grade martial arts masters.
As for Long Bufan and the others, their cultivation level is at most a fifth-grade martial spirit.
Not on the same level at all.
Those powerful foreigners who also joined the Martial God Sect with the Dragon Group members saw this scene and loudly said from a distance: "Don't think too much, this has nothing to do with us..."
The five people in the dragon group are too eager to become stronger.
That's why I don't want to miss this opportunity in the Forgotten City, but since... there's no way to get it, forget it.
Xuan Tiance looked at Long Bufan and others and said: "It's easy to practice in the sect. Now is an era of frequent opportunities. If it doesn't work this time, there will be another time. I am optimistic about you..."
Long Bufan and others' eyes lit up.
Is there still a chance?!
In this way, they really have to work hard to practice, just like Xuan Tiance said, if it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time.
…
Subsequently, regarding the issue of quotas for going to the Forgotten City, except for the Great Elder Xuan Tianji of the Outer Sect, all other elders confirmed their quotas.
Fourteen elders.
Each person occupied seven places, except the eldest elder Xuan Tianji, who had no disciples before, so this time he made an exception and recruited Yang Jian as a disciple.
So... the spot had to fall to Yang Jian.
When Yang Jian learned about this, he was completely confused.
Other disciples of the Martial God Sect, including those in the Dragon Group, fought hard for a spot, and even spent a lot of money to buy it but couldn't get it.
But he didn't do anything, and the title suddenly fell from the sky and fell on his head.
Xuan Tianji has a beard.
This quota, no matter what, must be given to Yang Jian, but the remaining one...
hehe……
It seems like an opportunity to make a lot of money.
Hurrah!
Xuan Tianji was not the only one who reacted. Those disciples of the Martial God Sect who regretted not getting a spot immediately set their sights on Xuan Tianji.
As a result, seven to eight hundred people rushed to the cave at the top of the mountain where Elder Xuan Tianji was.
The open space outside the cave was overcrowded, which startled Yang Jian who was sweeping the floor. The dark crowd of fourth-level martial arts experts put great pressure on him.
"Elder Tianji, a hundred spiritual crystals will exchange for your place..."
"Elder, this disciple has a middle-grade Xuan-level martial arts technique..."
"..."
The disciples of the Martial God Sect sharpened their heads, and the waves of sound came one after another, just like in a vegetable market.
Xuan Tianji was in the cave, and his ears were deafened by the noise.
Just when he had just opened the stone door of the cave and was about to make a request, a figure appeared in his eyes.
It’s Feng Hao!
Feng Hao walked out of the crowd of hundreds of people, as if people were transparent and no one touched his body.
They didn't seem to notice his appearance. It wasn't until Feng Hao appeared at the front that everyone noticed...
When did Feng Hao appear in front of them?
Feng Hao looked at Xuan Tianji and chuckled: "Since Elder Tianji still has a quota, why not give it to me?"
Wow!
There was an uproar among the crowd, and the disciples of the Martial God Sect were so angry that they almost vomited blood.
This Feng Haoran is crazier than them.
He actually asked directly...
However, as Feng Hao's guest, asking for a quota is nothing, right? As a result, many people felt a strong sense of crisis.
"This quota belongs to those who are capable of it, Mr. Feng Ke. Let's challenge. Whoever is the strongest will have this quota. What do you think?"
A disciple who claimed to have advanced martial arts skills said.
And his words immediately made everyone feel fair. In fact, they were really reluctant to exchange them for precious things.
But if you strive for it based on your ability, that would be great.
A smile appeared on Xuan Tianji's face. Whether it was the sect leader or other elders, weren't they all saying that Lin Yu had no cultivation?
But now, it seems that we can see Feng Hao showing off his strength.
Xuan Tianji said: "This is a good suggestion. I only have one disciple, Yang Jian, but there are two quotas. Then I will use this quota to give everyone a fair competition..."
"Elder Tianji is mighty!"
"A good elder..."
Hundreds of disciples immediately cheered and jumped, and then took the initiative to clear a large open space as a competition venue.
At the same time, many disciples and elders of the Martial God Sect are also paying attention to the changes here.
Feng Hao shook his head, glanced at the hundreds of Martial God Sect disciples with contempt, and said softly: "Whoever can withstand a punch from me, the guest, will get this spot..."
Wow!
The disciples of Wushen Sect were shocked at that time.
It's really shameless.
Can your fist be made of iron?
But those who are interested feel that there must be something fishy, especially the group of elders who are particularly curious about Feng Hao.
In fact, they have always been worried about Feng Hao destroying the Heart Lian Lin.
Because there is no cultivation in Feng Hao's body.
But everyone didn't believe in this evil, and they all speculated that Feng Hao must have his own unique method, and judging from the cruel words Lin Yu just sent...
His fists, that is, his physical strength, may be extremely powerful.
Because if you are not confident enough in your own strength, you will never dare to say that whoever can take his punch will win.
This is an invincible confidence.
Everyone in the Martial God Sect suddenly became excited. Even the leader of the Martial God Sect was attracted because there were so many people gathered.
He then asked the elders of the sect and learned that Feng Hao was determined to win the quota, and he actually wanted to challenge hundreds of people...
This heart is big enough!
but……
He just likes this kind of person, domineering and domineering.
"Feng Haoran, although you are a guest, you are still new here. I, Guan Ziqi, a fourth-grade martial arts sect who is good at defense, come to receive your punch..."
At this moment, a disciple of the Wushen Sect who took off his shirt came out.
The muscles on his body are like a dragon coiled around his body, and his tall and heroic posture gives people a powerful visual impact.
Feng Hao glanced at Guan Ziqi, shook his head and said: "If you can't do it, my guest's boxing style will probably make you paralyzed in bed for several months..."
hiss!
The entire Wushen Sect was so cold that they were gasping for air. This is too arrogant...