The next morning, Ling Feng, wearing a neat white robe and a hair crown, walked out of the door. When he looked up, he saw Guo Meng, Qiu Ruyi and others waiting outside.
Above the disciples are Guan Hong and other elders of the Snow Sword Sect. They are all waiting for Ling Feng to appear, hoping that Ling Feng can create a ranking that they have never had before.
Guan Hong looked at Ling Feng and suddenly felt a little strange, and couldn't help asking: "Have you broken through to the eighth level of Naxuan?"
"Well, I just broke through a few days ago."
Ling Feng smiled and nodded. His words made everyone present extremely excited. Ling Feng had the strength to defeat the eighth level at the seventh level of Na Xuan. Now that he has reached the eighth level, even if he cannot defeat the ninth level strong man, he may be able to compete with Na Xuan.
The battle of Jiuzhong.
The permitted disciples of the Snow Sword Sect followed Guan Hong and other elders with excitement and flew toward Kuangda Sect. Among them were Qiu Ruyi and Ling Feng, who stood side by side with Guan Hong and behind him.
Thousands of disciples watched them go away until they disappeared into the distant sky.
When everyone from the Snow Sword Sect arrived at Crazy Blade City, the place was already overcrowded. Hundreds of second-rate sects gathered here and entered the arena in the center of Crazy Blade City together with the crowd.
In the spectator seats above the arena, Kong Quan and the sect leader of the Crazy Blade Sect were waiting there early. On both sides were the positions of various sects. The higher the ranking last time, the closer they were to the Crazy Sword Sect.
The appearance of Ling Feng and others attracted the attention of many people, including the bearded king of the Crazy Blade Sect. He smiled lightly and nodded: "This time, I already have the first place."
His words happened to be heard by the sect leader next to him who was number one last time. The sect leader followed the bearded king's gaze and landed on Ling Feng. When he saw Ling Feng's state, he couldn't help but look aside.
He said to the young man beside him: "That forest tree has reached the eighth level of Naxuan. Don't underestimate the enemy."
"My disciple has seen him compete several times with his own eyes, so he knows how to do it."
The young man nodded and looked at Ling Feng. Lin Mu, who came from the Shura Domain, had not arrived here for half a year, but he already had a reputation that could rival him. Now he has reached the eighth level of Naxuan. With Lin Mu's previous performance
He must pay attention to the strength that comes out.
Qiu Ruyi and others below saw the eyes of so many people for the first time, and they were inevitably a little excited. Only Ling Feng, who was standing at the front, had a calm face, as if he had completely adapted.
Guo Meng also noticed the calm Ling Feng and couldn't help but sigh: "When I first came here, my feet were a little weak. Why don't you care at all?"
"After all, I have also been to the Thousand Sects Competition, where several divine emperors were present."
Ling Feng said with a faint smile, which made Guo Meng and others extremely envious. They had never seen the grace of the God Emperor before.
Ling Feng was a participant in the battle and had to wait around the arena. However, because there were not many people gathered yet, he was able to follow Guan Hong to the spectator seats above.
As soon as his butt fell down, Ling Feng keenly noticed dozens of vigilant glances. When he looked up, he found that the owners of these glances were all young disciples.
Ling Feng was only slightly concerned about this.
He smiled and then lowered his head. He was actually a bit of a bully by coming to participate in the competition among young people, but seeing that the Snow Sword Sect had given him so much help, he could only come and give it a try.
As time went by, Kuang Wei, the leader of the Crazy Blade Sect, finally appeared on the ring, wearing dark green armor and holding a black iron sword. After sitting down on the chair, he looked directly at Ling Feng
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Ling Feng and him looked at each other, and then immediately moved away without showing any signs of strangeness. They both knew it well.
At this point, all the sects participating in the battle were in place. A king from the Crazy Blade Sect came to the center of the ring. The noisy sounds around him disappeared instantly, and everyone focused their attention on this king.
"Disciples participating in the battle, please come around the arena."
The King of Heaven glanced around and said, Ling Feng immediately stood up and came to the huge arena with the geniuses from other sects under the watchful eyes of Qiu Ruyi and others.
The King of Heaven counted the number of people, and after confirming that they were correct, he began to explain the rules of the competition: "The first round of competition is still a group battle. Those who are still standing on the ring within a stick of incense will participate in the next round of one-on-one combat. The incense burns,
Let’s start a war.”
Ling Feng had already known the news in advance. A genius as powerful as him would inevitably be besieged by most of his disciples, because only by defeating those at the eighth or ninth level like Ling Feng could those below the eighth level hope to compete for first place in the competition.
After the King of Heaven finished speaking, he took out a stick of incense and stuck it in the hole in the center of the ring, then flew into the air and said no more words.
The arena is about five feet high, allowing Ling Feng to completely see the incense on the arena. He only has this incense in his eyes at the moment, because group battles must take the lead, otherwise the warriors who come up behind will face the siege of everyone on the stage.
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There was silence for dozens of feet around, no one dared to speak, and even their breathing stopped involuntarily, waiting with bated breath for the battle to begin.
Suddenly, the incense on the ring ignited a little fire. At this moment, Ling Feng suddenly jumped up and rushed onto the ring first. The surrounding disciples also ran up as fast as they could.
But Ling Feng and more than a dozen geniuses above the eighth level of Naxuan were still the first to run to the center of the ring. They all turned around in tacit agreement, raised their hands and fired out terrifying Xuan Qi to directly scatter the disciples who came up from behind.
Those weaker geniuses also joined forces to challenge the eighth-level disciple of Naxuan in the middle, and a big melee broke out.
There were more than twenty opponents on Lingfeng's side. He and the three geniuses beside him joined forces to attack directly, tearing apart the opponent's formation in an instant. Then he used his sword to break it open and then close it, instantly disintegrating the opponent's offensive.
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Ling Feng also noticed that Wu Zhuo, who was participating in the battle on behalf of Tianbian Sect, even ran over from the right in order to squeeze Ling Feng out. Now that the plan failed, Wu Zhuo turned around and ran away.
But how could Lingfeng give him this opportunity? He shouted to the disciples who were watching him: "You have no chance anymore, why not join forces to force Wu Zhuo down!"
When the disciples saw Ling Feng, who was exuding a powerful aura, the four of them looked at each other, and decisively turned their attention to Wu Zhuo, who was running to the right.
Wu Zhuo's face suddenly turned aside, and he quickly said to the disciple in front: "There is no need for us to kill each other. Only by joining forces to drive Lin Mu down can we hope to enter the top ten!"
But those disciples were not persuaded by Wu Zhuo at all, and the four of them abandoned Lingfeng and surrounded Wu Zhuo. Seeing this, the latter could only turn his attention to his ally Qinggang Sect, but the disciples of Qinggang Sect pretended not to notice Wu Zhuo.
Zhuo was in a predicament and was concentrating on attacking a strong man with the eighth level of Naxuan.
Surrounded by more than 20 Naxuan warriors, Wu Zhuo was quickly trapped and completely lost the chance to resist. In the end, more than 20 people joined forces to knock him off the ring, becoming the first to be eliminated in the first round of the competition.
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Seeing this scene, Wu Dao and others on the ring looked extremely gloomy. Looking at Ling Feng who was already completely safe, everyone in the Tianren Sect felt very uncomfortable. Lin Mu was originally from their sect, but now he has become Xue Jian.
The disciples of the sect and drove their people off the ring!
At this moment, Wu Dao deeply regretted what he had done before, but what he had done could not be repeated. The moment he turned to Caizhuang, Tianbian Sect lost Lingfeng.
Wu Zhuo looked at Ling Feng on the ring in disbelief and shouted: "You and I have no grievances! Why are you targeting me like this! You have to go against me in everything!"
After hearing this, Ling Feng just glanced at Wu Zhuo indifferently, and then turned his attention to the surrounding battlefields. He found that the disciples below the eighth level of Naxuan began to gather together after finding that they could not break through their defenses, trying to pass this method.
There is a way to drive down one or several powerful people at the eighth level of Naixuan, and at this time one-fifth of the incense has been burned.
Ling Feng and the three people around him immediately ran to the right in tacit understanding, and joined forces with the other three to resist the offensive of the ordinary disciples.
Wu Zhuo below looked at Ling Feng's back and gritted his teeth and wanted to crawl back, but suddenly felt the pain on the top of his head as if he was being pricked by needles. He raised his head in horror, saw the sharp eyes of the elder of the Crazy Knife Sect, and immediately put his head on
The hands on the ring were retracted.
At this time, everyone's attention was on the fierce melee in the ring, and they completely failed to notice the small actions of the loser.
After a few minutes of fighting, the arena had completely transformed into two camps. On one side were only thirteen powerful men above the eighth level of Naxuan, and on the other side were hundreds of ordinary disciples below the seventh level of Naxuan.
People from these two camps were racking their brains and cooperating with their companions. One side was resisting the attack of the other side. The large number of ordinary disciples forced Ling Feng and the others to retreat to the edge of the arena.
But relying on the powerful profound energy, Ling Feng can also suddenly launch an attack when ordinary disciples withdraw their strength, regaining the distance they just lost.
Under such a stalemate, half of the incense on the arena was burned out without realizing it, which made the ordinary disciples become impatient. Everyone also had other ideas, and most of them also retained their profound energy and no longer wanted to go to the arena.
Ling Feng and the others launched an all-out attack.
In the end, the disciple on the far right first launched a sneak attack on his companions, and then the second and third. The camp of the ordinary disciples quickly collapsed and they began to fight on their own, hoping to reduce their strength as much as possible before the start of the second round.