As the preliminaries came to an end, two handsome-looking young men stood in an inconspicuous corner of the audience.
Among them, the man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "Brother Bufan, what do you think after watching these games?"
The other young man in white had an unruly look on his face and sneered: "They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs. If it weren't for Shang Fei who insisted on dragging me to watch a boring game, I wouldn't waste my time on such things.
Oh, it really delays your cultivation."
Shang Fei chuckled and said: "Brother Bufan, as the saying goes, you can win every battle only if you know yourself and the enemy. After all, there will be a spot in the finals. Maybe you and I will be our opponents tomorrow. It's better to take a look in advance."
The young man named 'Bufan' said: "No matter who the opponent is, I, Zou Bufan, will hit me without fail. The first place in this competition is none other than me, Wind and Thunder Holy Land!"
"It seems that Brother Bufan is still so confident."
Shang Fei chuckled, shook his head slightly and said, "Look at Zhou Tianlong of the Fire Spirit Sect who is in the limelight today, maybe he will be your opponent in the Wind and Thunder Holy Land tomorrow."
"Is he the only one? Is he worthy of being called my opponent of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land? Humph!"
Zou Bufan sneered: "This kind of thing can shine in such a low-level competition. In tomorrow's finals, it will be considered average. You and I can easily kill it!"
"Well, Brother Bufan may be direct in his words, but that's really what's going on."
Shang Fei nodded in agreement. This little sect's genius obviously didn't take him seriously, and immediately said: "It seems that this year's competition champion will still be between your Fengling Holy Land and our Tuling Holy Land.
Time is born!”
"I won't be polite then!"
Zou Bufan said coldly.
"Well, I also hope to compete with you, Brother Bufan, in the finals. No matter what the result is, it will surely amaze everyone!"
Shang Fei is also looking forward to it.
…
On the way out, Ye Chen's thoughts moved slightly and he looked towards a corner of the venue, where two young men were turning to leave.
He sensed an extraordinary aura from the two of them.
"Is he the genius of the Holy Land?"
Ye Chen thought in his heart.
The strength of these two people is much better than today's players. Even Zhou Tianlong is not their opponent.
A young man who possesses such strength is obviously a genius of the Holy Land.
But for Ye Chen, this kind of guy is not enough to look at.
The combat power of the two of them is estimated to be slightly stronger than that of the two brothers Feilong and Feihu.
"It's barely good."
Ye Chen commented in his heart.
If Zou Bufan and Shang Fei heard these words, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.
To think that two prodigies of the Holy Land who have perfected the Great Perfection of the Earth Splitting Realm can have combat power comparable to those in the middle stage of the Crossing the River Realm. In Ye Chen's eyes, they can only be regarded as 'barely good'. How can this be accepted?
It's just that they naturally don't know that Ye Chen is indeed qualified to say this.
After all, possessing two great magical powers, he was able to kill the elder disciples of Shuiling Holy Land a few days ago, and also killed the two brothers Feilong and Feihu.
But now that he has reached the true perfection of the Cloud-Stepping Realm, his combat power has reached such incredible intensity that even Ye Chen himself may not know.
After returning to the inn in the evening, Zhou Tianlong and others gathered together again to discuss tomorrow's tactics.
But Ye Chen returned to the room again and did not participate.
This naturally aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. Originally, Ye Chen did not participate in a game today, but now he was the first to go back to the room to rest. He was even more awesome than Brother Tianlong.
If Fei Lie hadn't stopped them, Su Muyu and Li Jiao would have smashed the door.
"We are fighting in the front, but he only cares about enjoying his blessings. It's so satisfying for this holy son!"
"Let me see, only Brother Zhou Tianlong is qualified to take on the position of Holy Son, and no one else is qualified!"
"Yes! I only obey Brother Tianlong!"
Li Jiao and Su Muyu were talking to each other, sarcastic and sarcastic loudly, as if they were afraid that Ye Chen in the room wouldn't hear them.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Fei Lie let out a low drink and said in a deep voice: "When did it become the turn of you juniors to point your fingers at the sect's affairs?"
After some scolding, the two girls no longer dared to speak, but their pretty faces were full of dissatisfaction.
When Fei Lie saw this, he could only sigh in his heart.
Although Ye Chen had made contributions to the sect in the past, he could not expect those who would survive his whole life, and the fact that he killed the alien Marquise and severely damaged the alien King of Martial Power were all blessed by the Emperor's Spiritual Treasure.
Whether Ye Chen's combat prowess can match that of the Holy Land's genius is still unknown.
If Ye Chen's performance tomorrow cannot convince the public, I'm afraid he really needs to carefully discuss the choice of the Holy Son with his ancestor after returning to the sect.
…
On the second day, everyone got up earlier than on the first day.
The faces of Long Yuntian, Su Muyu, and Li Jiao were full of solemnity.
Even Zhou Tianlong's indifferent expression seemed a little unnatural.
Fei Lie saw this in his eyes, but could only sigh softly.
After all, the opponents we have to face today are the Three Holy Lands, and there is no soft persimmon to deal with.
Even the relatively weak Water Spirit Holy Land is much higher than their overall strength.
However, there was no change on Ye Chen's face.
In that energetic state, it was obvious that he had a good sleep last night.
Fei Lie smiled bitterly at this, not knowing whether he was heartless or had given up completely.
Today's competition venue can be said to be crowded with people.
Although there were already a lot of people watching the game yesterday, compared with today, they pale into insignificance.
Almost all the monks in Zhenling Ancient City, plus half of the city's aborigines, gathered around the arena.
In order to make it easier to watch the game, the powerful men from the three holy places even used secret techniques to erect more than ten spiritual projections in mid-air, clearly presenting the images on the field in real time.
The first item is naturally the drawing of lots.
The four final teams will compete in pairs.
The two winning teams advance to the finals to compete for first place.
The two losing teams are competing for third and fourth place.
In this competition system, drawing lots is very important.
If you draw a weak opponent, the probability of entering the finals is quite high.
The four major forces unanimously sent representatives to draw lots.
The two young men sent by Fengling Holy Land and Tuling Holy Land were the two young men Ye Chen saw yesterday, while the one sent by Shuiling Holy Land was Yu Wanqing.
As for the Fire Spirit Sect, the disciples represented by Zhou Tianlong actually elected Ye Chen to come to the stage to draw lots.
After all, the three opponents are very powerful, and whoever they draw will be a tough nut to crack, and if they draw the Wind and Thunder Holy Land and the Earth Spirit Holy Land, they may still take the blame.
Naturally, they had to leave it to Ye Chen to do this kind of thing.
Ye Chen naturally walked to the stage without hesitation, took out a piece of paper, and slowly unfolded it.
Su Muyu, Li Jiao and others below kept muttering: "Get the Water Spirit Holy Land... Shui Spirit Holy Land... Give me the Water Spirit Holy Land!"
You have to choose one of the three holy places, so naturally you want to pick the weakest one.
As a result, Ye Chen opened the note and the master of ceremonies announced loudly:
"The opponent of the Fire Spirit Sect in the first round is... the Wind and Thunder Holy Land!"