Seeing this scene, Zhu Tianpeng narrowed his eyes and did not pay too much attention to Wuming.
He knew very well that at this stage of the battle, there was no way to see the depth of Wu Ming. Only when he entered the competition for that spot would it be the time for the latter to show his strength, and it would also be an opportunity for him to observe the opponent.
With a thought in his mind, Zhu Tianpeng took steps towards an arena.
As he arrived, the two strong men in the late stage of the Pseudo Saints on the stage were already fighting at a fever pitch.
Seeing the battle between the two becoming more and more fierce, Zhu Tianpeng approached a pseudo-sage, patted the latter's shoulder and said: "My friend, may I ask what the rules of this arena competition are? How can we obtain those three weapons?"
One of a thousand places?”
When Zhu Tianpeng slapped him on the shoulder, the pseudo-sage suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Being approached so quietly by someone, if the latter is hostile, then...
Turning to look at Zhu Tianpeng, there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to scold him.
However, when the words came to his lips, the man swallowed them down abruptly.
Not for anything else, because the moment he saw Zhu Tianpeng, he realized that the latter was unfathomable and unmatched by him.
Immediately, the anger on the man's face disappeared. Although he was a little reluctant, he still smiled, cupped his fists and saluted: "This brother must have just arrived. This arena battle is divided into three stages: the preliminary test, the retest and the points competition!"
"The area we are in now is where the preliminary test stage is. Only by winning ten games in a row can we enter the retest stage, which is the area in front of us with a larger number of people."
"In the retest, you can enter the final points competition by winning ten games in a row, where the initial points are ten, one point is awarded for a victory, and one point is deducted for a failure. Once the points are deducted, you must go back to the retest again.
Win twenty games in a row within the region in exchange for the qualification to enter the points competition again!"
After listening to the man's story, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but suddenly realized.
The rules of co-authoring are like this: layer-by-layer selection, selecting the most elite candidates, and then determining the quota based on points and combat power.
After understanding, Zhu Tianpeng nodded to the man and said, "Thank you for telling me, my friend!"
Hearing this, the man smiled and said: "There, there, I still know this basic information."
At this moment, a muffled sound sounded.
Looking through the sound, I saw that the two fighting endlessly on the stage had already decided the winner.
One of the men was knocked out of the ring. His body hit the ground heavily and he struggled to stand up with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
On the ring, the man in the late stage of the Pseudo Saint was panting, but he could not hide the look of ecstasy on his face. He laughed loudly and said: "Ten consecutive victories, I did it, haha, everyone, I will
I’ll take my leave now.”
After saying that, the man did not hesitate, turned around and jumped off the ring, dragging his tired body towards the area where the re-examination ring was located with longing and excitement.
In response, the demonic monks around him looked envious.
The retest area is almost everyone's goal. They also want to win ten consecutive victories. Unfortunately, without absolute strength, it is extremely difficult to achieve this.
Of course, there was no shortage of envious and jealous monks in the crowd. Each of them clenched their fists and cursed: "You damn lucky guy. A mere pseudo-sage in the late stage has won ten consecutive victories. It's simply unreasonable!"
"
"Asshole, if I hadn't taken action, how would he have been qualified to enter the re-examination area!"
"Another guy who goes in to be cannon fodder. The fighting in the retest area is not as good as here. If you get in based on luck alone, you will die!"
"..."
Looking at the people with mixed reactions, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but shook his head.
I didn’t say anything more. This initial trial stage was really a mixed bag. Even though some monks had strong power, they were in a bad mood. This was really a reflection of reality.
With a thought in his mind, Zhu Tianpeng's figure instantly rushed onto the ring, his eyes scanned the audience and said: "I'm not targeting anyone, I just want to say that everyone here is rubbish, don't waste my time, just come up to ten people
, you will leave this place after I defeat you."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around the arena.
A demon monk's eyes were all looking at Zhu Tianpeng, his eyes were full of anger, and his eyes looking at Zhu Tianpeng were full of anger and murderous intent.
Almost instantly, a pseudo-sage Dzogchen monk rushed to the ring, stared at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "You bastard, you are so arrogant, today I will teach you how to be a human being!"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at the man, and with a thought in his mind, he performed the Chaos Green Lotus Step, and his figure disappeared from the place in an instant.
The next second, Zhu Tianpeng's figure appeared next to the man and said in a cold voice: "There are flaws all over your body. Get out of here, you trash."
While speaking, Zhu Tianpeng kicked out and hit the man directly on the face.
With a 'bang', the pseudo-sage Dzogchen monk was kicked straight up, and his body was kicked away like a kite with a broken string. Screams resounded from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, directly scratching ten lines.
A few feet away.
When his figure paused and stood up from the ground, a scarlet shoe print appeared on his left cheek. His cheeks were swollen, and he looked at Zhu Tianpeng with shock, anger, and more fear, and he opened his mouth.
I wanted to say something but couldn't say it in the end. I could only lower my head, turn around and leave in embarrassment.
"hiss……"
At this point, everyone outside the ring came to their senses. They all looked at Zhu Tianpeng in the ring with horrified eyes and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Especially the man who had been slapped on the shoulder by Zhu Tianpeng before, his face was full of joy at this moment.
Even the strong man who pretended to be the Great Perfection was kicked away. If he had just gotten angry and had a conflict with him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Zhu Tianpeng didn't care about this. A pseudo-sage, Dzogchen, had not passed the first test. The latter's cultivation was too weak and his combat power was pitifully weak, so he naturally had no sense of accomplishment.
After the blow, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at the entire audience and said in a disdainful voice: "A waste material is a waste material, who else is there!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone below looked at each other, but few people were willing to come up to the stage.
If nothing else, the power Zhu Tianpeng displayed was simply an overwhelming victory. There was no comparison at all.
Even if someone is confident that they can fight Zhu Tianpeng, this is just a first try, and no one is willing to risk getting hurt just for the sake of victory.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely silent. Zhu Tianpeng stood on the stage. For a full quarter of an hour, no one dared to come on stage.
Seeing this, the corner of Zhu Tianpeng's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "I'll go, am I acting too fiercely? What can I do if no one comes on stage!"