"Ten thousand mid-grade spiritual stones per breath... Is he trying to give us a benefit?"
"I want to sign up!"
"I want it too!"
"Master, look..."
"Well, you might as well give it a try. Kill the heir of the Beast Refining Sect with his vigor, so that he won't be arrogant."
For a time, many true disciples were extremely excited.
Of course, there are also a small number of people who are extremely cautious: "Even if Pan Xu is stupid, there is no reason for his master, the Supreme Red Lord Liantian, the headmaster of the Beast Refining Sect, to be crazy with him, right?"
"That's right... Chi Jue smiled calmly from beginning to end. He obviously acquiesced to Pan Xu's behavior."
"If you ask me, there must be Xin Mi here. That kid may have really achieved the Xuanzong realm, so he dares to be so arrogant."
"Hehe, it's a lie that the future Supreme Leader will give out the lottery. It's true that he takes this opportunity to bully a bunch of true disciples and become famous."
At this time, arrays of profound energy barriers had completely enveloped the Altar of Ten Thousand Beasts, and a temporary arena battlefield was quickly formed.
Pan Xu smiled freely: "Haha, it's rare that everyone's enthusiasm is so high, very good, very good!"
"But I also want to say ugly words beforehand. We will compete in martial arts, and fists and kicks have no eyes. If you accidentally die in my hands, don't complain."
"Hmph, what a loud tone!"
"What if you, the groom, are killed?"
"Tsk, tsk, then the wife he is about to marry will be miserable."
The voices of ridicule from some people arose one after another.
This time, Pan Xu did not speak again. Instead, Chijue Liantian, who was in a high position, slowly said: "Contest in the ring, and you will be responsible for life and death."
"I would like to make it clear again: If Pan Xuzhen is killed by one of you by mistake, it will only be because of his lack of skill. We, the Beast Refining Sect, will never pursue him!"
"The challenger, as well as my humble disciple Pan Xu, can sign a life-and-death contract."
As the supreme leader, Chijue Liantian's statement immediately dispelled everyone's concerns.
But because of this, more than 90% of the challengers were scared away.
Because the meaning of Chi Jue's words was already obvious: he was not worried that his disciple would lose.
If you think about it this way, doesn't it mean that the challenger's probability of winning is extremely low?
As the saying goes: Victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers, this is also applicable to warriors fighting: even the current powerful Xuanzong and Supreme Elder, who has not lost when they were young?
It doesn't matter if you lose for a while, but what's scary is that you also lose your life, and then you really don't even have a chance to make a comeback.
All the guests are the best from each sect. If you lose one, or even several true disciples, due to the challenge, you will be in big trouble!
In the end, out of nearly a thousand challengers, only sixty or seventy were left in the field and did not return to their seats.
They are either true disciples who are not taken seriously in the sect, or they are people who have absolute confidence in themselves.
"Even if you can't beat Pan Xu, wouldn't it be nice to fight with him for a while, then clasp your fists and admit defeat after taking a breath, and take away 10,000 kilograms of middle-grade spiritual stones?"
This is what the remaining disciples thought.
Not long after, after the two sides signed a life-and-death contract in full view of the public, Pan Xu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Okay, let's go together!"
"Wha, what?"
"He asked us to come together?"
"This little bastard is really arrogant and arrogant!"
At the Thousand Sects Martial Arts Conference eight years ago, the young man who had made Pan Xu throw in the ring and throw in the towel in just a hundred breaths suddenly took a step forward.
His wrist shook, and he pointed his sword directly at Pan Xu, who was dressed in red robes on the altar of beasts, and shouted: "Hmph! Pan Xu, do you still recognize me, Wang Yishi?"
Pan Xu smiled: "Hahaha, of course I remember it, and it left a deep impression on me!"
"I remember back then, you and I competed together, but I was defeated after just one hundred breaths."
"Hahahahaha, just remember!"
The other party admitted in public that he was his defeated opponent, which made Wang Yishui feel proud and proud: "In the past eight years, you have made progress, and I have never fallen behind!"
"Now let me learn from you. How far have you grown to the point where you are talking nonsense?"
As soon as he said this, the young man was about to use his wings of profound energy and fly to the altar of beasts.
"slow!"
"What? Are you scared?"
"Afraid? Hahahahaha..."
Pan Xu looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time.
When he stopped speaking, his eyes were already full of evil: "You are not qualified to be one-on-one with me. You can't even hold on for half a breath."
"What? You..."
Wang Yishi was furious and was about to explode when he was drowned out by the other party's loud shouts: "All of you, come on together!"
"What an arrogant person!"
"Since he is looking for death, we might as well use our special skills to kill him as soon as he comes up!"
"Yes! Give this guy a good slap on the face!"
Sixty or seventy true disciples communicated with each other and reached an agreement, and then they simultaneously took out their mysterious wings and flew upwards!
When the first person stepped onto the Altar of Ten Thousand Beasts, the Red Jue Liantianhu sounded loudly: "The timer begins..."
"Fire Twin Dragons Roar!"
"Freeze Palm!"
"Scorpion Poison Moon!"
"The sea and the sky are slashed together!"
…
In an instant, sixty or seventy Xuanhuang Realm True Disciples attacked from all directions, using all kinds of mysterious abilities to pounce on the young man whose heart was red with joy.
"Good boy! Are you really murderous?"
"Hey, you deserve it! Who made that kid so arrogant and arrogant? Sixty or seventy true disciples took action, and even a half-step Xuanzong level figure could only temporarily avoid the edge..."
"Alas! Pan Xu is young and energetic after all. He can do such irrational things."
"Don't you understand this? Haven't you ever heard of the God of Beauty Chaosing the King?"
"In my opinion, Pan Xu wants to show his heroic spirit to his beautiful wife who has never been married! I heard that Zi Linglong is as beautiful as a fairy!"
"Hehehe, don't show your heroic spirit like a beggar, then you will have fun..."
In just half a breath, the guests communicated spiritually and discussed for a long time.
Just before the overwhelming force of mysterious energy was about to hit Pan Xu, the young man with a gentle smile suddenly moved: "Fire...explosion!"
"Boom...boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The originally empty gap around Pan Xu suddenly burst into flames!
At the same time as the huge roar sounded, the orange-red flames had already swept away everyone——
"Hufufu, chichichi..."
"Uhhhhh!"
"Help!"
"No!"
In the blink of an eye, these disciples who came to challenge Pan Xu were all screaming in pain.
Their body-protecting profound energy, under the opponent's raging tongues of fire, was like a thin layer of rice paper that could be broken with a light poke.
After the lightning flash, sixty or seventy challengers were all burned to ashes, and no one was spared!
"Xuan, Xuanzong?"
Lei Haochun, Wan Yitong, Hua Wuxin and other Xuanzong experts all took a breath!
As for those sects whose true disciples died, they dared to be angry but dare not speak out, and behaved with their tail between their legs in the face of absolute strength.
Seeing this, Chijue Liantian and Pan Xu smiled in unison. Their plan to establish their authority in front of Qianzong had been accomplished.
Next, as long as he acts according to the original plan, he will be able to make many Xuan-level sects worship him, and Ling-level sects will fear him like a tiger...