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Text_Chapter 1619 What does it mean?

Hearing the strange hoarse voice, like two rough stones rubbing against each other, Chen Xiaoyun knew who it was without even turning her head.

Yun Guxue pursed her lips and muttered with gloomy eyes: "Really, why is this annoying old guy here!"

The "annoying old guy" she refers to is Sima Youchuan, one of the top ten Tiangangs in the Tiangang Sect.

Tiangang Sect, like Fuyao Sect, is one of the eighteen heaven-level sects in charge of the Free City.

Looking at his appearance alone, Sima Youchuan looks like a modest young man, with relatively fair skin, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a square mouth and forehead, and he is only three years old.

Even the gray-brown goatee on his chin was taken care of with great care, showing his personality.

But when he opened his mouth, he sounded like a rough man in his seventies or eighty years old, with a low and hoarse tone, which sounded really weird: "Huh? I said Chen Xiangu, your physical condition... doesn't seem to be optimistic?"

"Oh~ I understand. You must have suffered an extremely difficult internal injury, so you found a competitor to compete with, hoping to win ten games in a row and earn a chance to be treated by the Divine Medicine Sect, right?"

After hearing this, Chen Xiaoyun remained silent, and even Yun Guxue didn't say a word.

Even though this little witch looked lawless before, it also depends on the person——

At least, she didn't dare to be too willful in front of Sima Youchuan, who was in the Eight-Star Xuanzong realm.

If she really angered the other party, not only would she be unable to eat, but her aunt Chen Xiaoyun would also suffer.

Although Chen Xiaoyun is also an Eight-Star Xuanzong, she is still seriously injured and is really no match for Sima Youchuan...

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Sima Youchuan smiled mischievously: "Hahaha, to be honest, instead of placing your hopes on that wild boy who appears from nowhere, it would be more reliable to ask me!"

"You should know very well that it is not easy for a racer to win ten games in a row?"

"It has been about three thousand years since the Magic Medicine Arena was held. I can count on ten fingers the number of people who can achieve this result."



The other party allowed the other party to croak for a long time, but Chen Xiaoyun seemed to be going in one ear and out the other, with no response.

But in fact, even she herself was not optimistic that Chen Shen could win all ten matches.

Because she knows the rules of the magic medicine arena very well——

The two competitors in the first round must have the same level of profound energy cultivation.

After that, the winning party will have to accept the challenge of an opponent whose cultivation level is one star higher than his own, and this will continue until he reaches three stars.

In Chen Xiaoyun's view, Chen Shen is just a seven-star Xuanhuang. If he is lucky enough to win the first battle, his opponent will be the eight-star Xuanhuang in the second battle, and the nine-star Xuanhuang in the third battle.

In the fourth battle, the one he faced was a genuine one-star Xuanzong realm powerhouse!

The so-called "stop at the three-star level" means that if Chen Shen can win all the way, the strongest person he will face is a three-star Xuanzong - whose cultivation level is higher than Chen Shen's Xuanhuang level.

, and higher than three stars.

Seven-star Xuanhuang versus three-star Xuanzong? The result of this battle is simply obvious.

In fact, the Medicine God Arena has been held for thousands of years, and those who can win ten consecutive matches are all cultivators of the half-step Xuanzong realm, and all are super geniuses with many powerful trump cards.

First of all, the starting point of "Half-step Xuanzong" is one of the necessary conditions for victory.

Strictly speaking, Half-step Xuanzong still belongs to the category of Xuanhuang peak, but it is infinitely closer to one-star Xuanzong.

Therefore, according to the competition rules of the Medicine God League, the cultivation level of the opponent he fights cannot exceed the three-star Xuanzong.

If the probability of Nine-Star Xuanhuang defeating Three-Star Xuanzong is one in a billion, then the possibility of Half-Step Xuanzong defeating Three-Star Xuanzong may be as high as one in a million.

Although all hopes are slim, there is still hope for the latter.

Secondly, those players who can win ten consecutive matches in the Medicine God Arena can be regarded as unparalleled geniuses——

The young master of the Juebing Sect: Dongfang Yuanlong.

The chief disciple of Tianfu Sect: Wu Haoyan.

The young master of the Plomen clan: Ning Siyuan.

Xiaoyao Prince of Xiaoyao Taoist Sect: Yu Wen Fuchen.

The Ghost Son of the Evil Ghost Sect: Kui Shiba.

The divine fortune teller of Tianxuanmen: Kong Tao.

The Young King of Hell of Yama: Chen Yu.

An old man of unknown origin: No. 11 Lang.

It can be said that in the past three thousand years, apart from the peerless geniuses who ran away from the "Three Sects, Seven Sects and One Jedi" and changed their identities incognito, the only one who could win ten consecutive matches in the Medicine God Arena was the last "Ye Shiyi Lang"

is an exception.

However, many years later, the Medicine God relied on his amazing connections and inquired through many channels, and finally learned that the old man who called himself "Ye Shiyi Lang" was not a simple man.

Although the identity of this person is still a mystery, he has a disciple whose name is well-known in the cultivation world: Nightmare, a heaven-level expert in the Assassin League, known as the "God of Death".

Rumor has it that whenever he takes on an assassination mission, he never fails.

Being able to teach such a disciple shows how strong Ye Shiyilang is!

For three thousand years, there has never been a single day without a fight in the Magic Medicine Arena.

Especially when we are waiting for the Liberty City auction that happens every ten years, the arena battles are almost one after another.

Because many cultivators have limited resources, in order to buy their favorite things at auctions, they often make huge bets with winning the Medicine God Tournament as a bonus.

But in the past three thousand years, there are only eight people in total who have won ten battles.

Ordinary spectators did not know the true identities of the contestants, but the Divine Medicine Sect investigated clearly afterwards.

As a senior Fuyao Sect member who co-governs the Free City, Chen Xiaoyun knows the truth.

Therefore, she became even less optimistic about Chen Shencai, who rushed into the competition: "Oh! No matter how strong that boy is, it is already commendable that he can survive the first three battles."

"I just hope he won't be too pushy and just admit defeat when it's time to do so!"

"Huh, this girl is really as aloof as ever!"

Sima Youchuan himself chattered a lot, but in the end he had a hot face but a cold butt.

As a result, his previous shy and attentive attitude suddenly disappeared, and he pointed to the lonely young man in the middle of the arena: "Is that white-robed boy the contestant you recruited?"

"Hey, a racer suddenly landed in the air. The gambling game still needs to be prepared to attract more spectators and gamblers."

"Besides that, we also have to find a rival to match it. I guess we have to wait before the show starts! It's really boring."

The corners of Sima Youchuan's mouth gradually curved into an evil arc: "As you know, I have always been impatient and hate the feeling of waiting."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyun frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"


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