Things were going very smoothly, but there was one thing that Shen Lang couldn't figure out.
Penglai Mountain, where the seal has been lifted, should be the place where the Nascent Soul stage bosses and the demon clan's transformed demon cultivators compete for treasures. How could this alliance let the Danjie stage casual cultivators enter, and there are still a hundred people?
To say that this was a show of kindness from the alliance, Shen Lang didn't believe it at all.
No matter what, let's get the quota first. Shen Lang must go to Penglai Mountain.
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Ten days later.
In Star Observation City Square, a large circular arena was built, with a diameter of about one thousand meters.
At the beginning of the morning, there were still several hours before the official start of the arena battle, and the square was already crowded with people.
The Yuanhe sea area is vast and has a large number of monks. The monks in the alchemy stage have already entered the ranks of masters.
The arena battle between the masters in the pill formation stage attracted the attention of countless monks. A large number of monks from Panlong Island came here to watch the battle, wanting to see the masters in action.
Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er also came over an hour early.
He originally didn't want to bring Xiao Ling'er out, but this girl insisted on coming to watch the battle. Shen Lang couldn't get her to go, so he had to agree.
The crowds of spectators around the square made Shen Lang a little surprised. It really looked like a duel field.
There are steps around the arena, and it is surrounded by the alliance's foundation-building law enforcement disciples.
Shen Lang released his spiritual consciousness, scanned the surroundings, and found that many monks in the alchemy stage had already arrived at the scene, basically hidden in the crowd.
He simply kept a low profile and chatted with Xiao Linger among the crowd to pass the time.
About an hour later, a huge cyan light shot up from somewhere into the sky and flew to the center of the ring in the blink of an eye.
This man was dressed in a purple robe and looked like a young man.
The audience around the square was in commotion.
"Quiet!" The young man in the center of the ring shouted loudly, the sound shaking all directions. The spiritual pressure was released outward, giving people an awe-inspiring sense of oppression, and the aura was astonishing.
The noise in the crowd below suddenly stopped, and countless eyes were fixed on the young man on the ring.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and saw that the cultivation of the man on the stage was in the late stage of pill formation. The reason why this man looks like a young man may be that the mental method he cultivates has the effect of keeping his appearance.
The arena battle is originally organized by the alliance, so it is natural to send a late-stage pill-forming monk to host it.
"The alliance's arena battle will be held on the seven major islands as scheduled. I will host the arena battle on Panlong Island. Fellow Taoists who are participating in the arena battle, please come to the arena immediately!" The young monk's voice was cold and his expression was rather arrogant.
As soon as he finished speaking, rays of escaping light rose from all directions outside the arena, and a large group of monks in the alchemy stage flew towards the ring.
Shen Lang also turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky, flying towards the ring.
A large number of pill-forming monks landed on the ring. Shen Lang took a quick glance and saw that there were more than two hundred people!
There are only 20 people in the Panlong Island Arena Competition, and 20 monks were selected from more than 200 people. The competition is quite fierce.
But fortunately, everyone is a casual cultivator. The strength of the casual cultivators in the core-forming stage is obviously weaker than that of the core-forming cultivators of the major sects.
Shen Lang glanced at them and saw that most of them were in the early stage of pill formation, there were only thirty people in the middle stage of pill formation, and there were only two people in the late stage of pill formation.
Shen Lang is confident that as long as he doesn't encounter late-stage monks, it shouldn't be a big problem to win the spot in the arena battle.
The young man who presided over the ring battle said loudly:
"Fellow Taoists, the arena battle is about to begin. I will now explain the rules. The number of winners for the Panlong Island arena battle is 20 people. There are 210 Taoists participating in the arena battle. A knockout system will be adopted!"
"Once all fellow Taoists step onto the ring, you will not care about life or death! However, when the two sides are fighting, they are not allowed to escape from the sky and chase, they are not allowed to release spiritual beasts, and if the opponent surrenders, they are not allowed to attack. Only with these three points, if there is any violation, you will be directly punished
Considered defeated.”
"The alliance has given all fellow casual cultivators this opportunity to enter Penglai Mountain. I hope you will cherish it and not disobey the rules set by the alliance."
After saying that, the man began to hand out battle number cards to all the monks in the alchemy stage on the stage.
Shen Lang also received a jade card with the number "11" marked on it.
According to the rules, his opponent is the number one adjacent to him, which is number 12.
After receiving the number plate, the eyes of the group of monks in the alchemy stage on the stage became sharper obviously. Shen Lang could feel the smell of gunpowder emanating from each other.
The arena battle officially begins!
The monks in the first battle are already on the field, namely No. 1 and No. 2.
Both of them were in the early stages of pill formation, one was middle-aged, and the other was a gray-haired old man.
At the beginning, it was the middle-aged monk who had the huge advantage, and the old man he was fighting against was choked by a high-grade metal magic weapon plane.
Just when the old man was about to lose, he suddenly took out a strange magic weapon that looked like a wooden fish from his storage ring. The wooden fish suddenly shot out a white light.
The middle-aged monk had no time to dodge and was directly hit by the white light. Blood spattered on the spot and he was seriously injured. In the end, he had to surrender and admit defeat.
"Wow..."
The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, greatly surprised by the outcome of this battle.
This trick was not enough to surprise Shen Lang. He watched several ring battles in the audience and gradually had a idea in his heart.
Most of these casual cultivators in the pill-forming stage have relatively simple attack methods, and their magic weapons are also relatively ordinary. If he encounters these opponents, Shen Lang will definitely be sure to defeat them.
"The sixth battle, No. 11 vs. No. 12!" The young man who presided over the ring battle announced loudly.
In the crowd, Xiao Ling'er stared at Shen Lang with her beautiful eyes and encouraged him: "I wish you success!"
"Um."
Shen Lang nodded slightly, then turned into a ray of light and landed on the ring.
The one he was fighting was a short, fat, middle-aged man in black robes who was in the early stages of pill formation.
The short and fat middle-aged man glanced at Shen Lang, a trace of contempt flashed across his fat face, and he said in a sinister tone: "Boy, looking at you, you must have just advanced to the core formation stage, right? You just surrender to me, why don't you?
It will save you some pain."
There was a trace of disdain on Shen Lang's lips: "I'm sorry, I have never had the habit of admitting defeat. But if you admit defeat obediently, I will leave your body intact."
"F*ck, you are looking for death, I will help you!" The short, fat monk shouted with a sinister face and held out a small green flag.
Seeing that Shen Lang was so young, the pudgy middle-aged man thought that he was a soft persimmon and was going to use his most gorgeous move to get rid of Shen Lang and show off his coolness at the same time.
The short and fat monk quickly waved the small green flag, and waves of blue light emerged from the flag, flying towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang waved his right hand unhurriedly, and a blue-white sword and shield condensed in front of him.
"Trash, a broken body shield wants to block my uncle's Qingyun flag? Just dream!" Seeing this, the short and fat monk sneered again and again, and the fat on his face trembled with laughter.