Mo Heng looked at the wooden plaque engraved with '674' in his hand with a wry smile on his face.
Originally, he thought that it would take a long time before it was his turn to take the stage. But now... with more than a hundred arenas, it would take barely a whole morning for the first round of competition between Pulse Condensing Realm warriors to be completely over!
In vain.
Above the arena, as Shan Mu's words fell, more than a hundred Spirit Transformation Realm warriors slowly walked out of the void.
Wearing purple-gold robes, they glanced at everyone with their sharp eyes, then quickly flew over the arenas, and began to shout: "Below... the warriors who heard their serial numbers, please come forward and participate in the competition!"
"No. 1, No. 2"
"No. 73, No. 74..."
"No. 151, No. 152."
It takes less than half a stick of incense.
Among the crowds of more than a thousand warriors, one hundred and ninety Pulse Condensation Realm warriors walked to the ring to start the first competition of the martial arts conference.
"Eh? Isn't that Mo Zifeng?" Mo Heng, who was wandering around various arenas, suddenly stopped and looked at the extremely cute-looking young man on one of the arenas.
At this moment, Mo Zifeng was looking at his opponent calmly. There were faint wisps of invisible energy bursting out from around his body.
It’s a sign of gang energy!
"I didn't expect that in just over a month, Mo Zifeng would actually develop gang energy." Mo Heng couldn't help but sigh.
Give birth to strong energy.
The strength of Pulse Condensing Realm warriors will undergo a qualitative change. Otherwise, how could Mo Heng defeat Mo Zifeng, who had practiced low-level Huang-level martial arts in the Yunmo Mountains?
boom--
A room of electric light and flint.
The situation in the arena suddenly changed.
Mo Zifeng took the lead in launching the offensive.
The whole person flew across the sky like a swallow, very fast, and came directly in front of his opponent.
Bang!
Blast out with one palm!
Gang Qi condensed on his arms, and the boy opposite him didn't even react. He felt a vast majesty like a mountain coming at him. He was about to fight back, but his body was ruthlessly knocked away.
Victory or defeat, only in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the confident young man on the stage, Mo Heng muttered secretly, "Isn't Mo Zifeng's luck good..."
It should be noted that there are more than 800 Pulse Condensation Realm warriors participating in the martial arts conference.
Accounted for the vast majority of the total population.
Among these eight hundred people, there are at least three to four hundred warriors at the early stage of the Pulse Condensing Realm, and the rest are the warriors at the mid-stage Pulse Condensing Realm and late stage Pulse Condensing Realm!
Mo Zifeng can tell the difference between victory and defeat in one move.
Obviously...his opponent did not generate Gang Qi, and most likely, he was a warrior in the early stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Otherwise, Gang Qi condensed all over his body, and even if his attack was very powerful, the opponent would not be defeated immediately!
After walking out of the ring, Mo Zifeng felt quite satisfied when he saw many people around him looking at him. Did you see that? Brother Ziling, your brother is also very powerful!
The competition continues.
One game after another.
Soon, the competition between one hundred and ninety Pulse Condensing Realm warriors came to an end.
The winner will advance, the loser...will not get any rewards!
"Brother Zegu, what do you think of this young talent from Beilu Realm?" In a huge attic, Fulin looked at the dwarf man beside him with a smile.
On one side, Huo Chen and other imperial ministers also gathered here.
"Hmph... They are just some mortal spirits, how can they be seen in one's eyes?"
The dwarf man shook his head, "I have seen some extremely evil young warriors in Tiandu. They condensed their pulses at the age of three and transformed into spirits at the age of eight. But in the end, how many people can understand the profound meaning of Taoism and break through the mysteries of life and death?"
"Tsk tsk...Brother Zegu, you can't say that!" Huo Chen narrowed his eyes, "I think the young warriors from Beilu are really good. The only regret is that they lack a little bit of...violence!"
"Violent?" Everyone looked at Huo Chen.
Huo Chen replied: "That's right... Look at these Pulse Condensation Realm warriors. Every move and every move they make is not ferocious enough. Although this is just a competition, isn't this kind of performance giving opportunities to their opponents?
"
"But they are just children." Chan Yue's tone became softer for once.
Hear.
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
Child? Could it be that the Nanman invasion would not kill you just because you are a child? Obviously this reason is too far-fetched!
"Yes, I also agree with brother Huo Chen. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!" Mo, a young man in white robes in his twenties, said: "The day when the ancient realm opens is not far away. If Nanman
After hearing the news, we invaded the land of Beilu. With these warriors alone, I am afraid that the number of casualties will be much higher than before!"
"Bah, Yu Ming, you have such a crow mouth, why are you mentioning those barbarians when you have nothing to do?"
"Really..."
Everyone immediately laughed and cursed.
The Southern Barbarians...are the mortal enemies of the Daoling Dynasty. Who doesn't hate them to the core, both in the government and in the public?
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Time continues to advance.
When the third round of competition ends.
Below the ring, Mo Heng suddenly heard someone in the distance shouting his serial number: "No. 673, No. 674!"
"It's my turn!"
Hearing this, Mo Heng quickly ran forward, rushed to the Spirit Transformation Realm warrior standing on the stage, wearing a purple and gold robe, and said: "I am No. 674."
"Please show your ID badge."
Mo Heng was very straightforward and took out the wooden sign with '674' engraved on it and handed it to the man.
A moment of effort.
There was another young man in the crowd. He slowly walked out and said to the man on the ring, "I am No. 673."
After confirming the boy's identity, the man nodded, left the ring, and vacated the venue.
On the arena.
The boy who was about sixteen years old opposite Mo Heng shouted as soon as he came up: "Boy, if you are wise, just admit defeat as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will hurt your muscles and bones later, and you will be in trouble."
His tone was full of confidence, and he obviously didn't take Mo Heng seriously.
"Admit defeat? Are you a warrior in the late stage of Pulse Condensation Realm?"
Mo Heng couldn't help but ask. He believed that it was not difficult to deal with a warrior in the middle stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm. However, there might be some obstacles in dealing with a warrior in the later stage, but it also depends on the level of martial arts the opponent has learned. If he only has a low-level yellow level, then
You can still win easily.
"No... I'm just a warrior in the middle stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm." The young man felt calm.
"Mid-term?"
Mo Heng was stunned.
In the mid-term, if you talk nonsense, I'll beat you every minute, okay?
"Ha, you look disdainful, don't you? But it doesn't matter, I will let you know that there is an insurmountable gap between you and me."
After the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy finished speaking, a terrifying energy began to flow out of his body.
Below the arena.
Mo Hai walked among the crowd, looking happy and relaxed.
In the competition that had just ended, he met a warrior from a sect who was in the early stages of the Pulse Condensation Realm. After a hard fight, he finally won the victory.
"Huh?"
While walking, Mo Hai's eyes suddenly fell on a ring.
He immediately recognized that one of the warriors above the ring was the boy who was extremely rude to him in Mo Mansion!
"Is he that damn mother-in-law's trash from Mo Heng?" Mo Hai stopped. At the same time, he also saw that opposite Mo Heng, the somewhat older boy was bursting with fierce and majestic energy all around him!
"What a guy! It's actually Gang Qi!"
Mo Hai was shocked at first, but then the expression on his face turned playful, "Haha... That loser Mo Heng actually met a warrior in the middle stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm. This is really good news!"
In his opinion, even if Mo Heng is strong, he can withstand the sky. That is, in the early stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, he will definitely lose when facing such warriors who have generated Gang Qi!
On the arena.
The older boy, seeing that Mo Heng had not taken action yet, simply took the lead in launching an offensive. The energy in his palms condensed, he jumped forward, and attacked like a wild beast hunting for prey.
"Watch the move! Water Snake Palm!"
Split it out with one palm.
It was like a water snake circling back and forth in the air, so strange and unpredictable that Mo Heng even saw the arms of the young man in front of him becoming twisted in the swaying air.
"Look, that's Senior Brother Li!" A girl who was passing by here turned her head to look at the ring when she heard the movement, and shouted excitedly to her companions.
"Senior Brother Li?"
Hearing this, the girl next to him looked over. Sure enough, above the ring, he saw a very fast young man, using the Snake Flame Sect's yellow-level low-level martial arts - Water Snake Palm, to kill his opponent.
!
"The palm is as empty as the snake is real! I didn't expect this guy Li Fei to practice this low-level yellow-level martial skill to the level of Xiaocheng!"
Next to two surprised girls.
A young man wearing a green robe who looked gentle and elegant said with a slight smile. His words sounded like praise, but the disdain in his eyes was clearly visible!
Hearing the voice coming from beside them, the two girls turned around and their expressions suddenly became respectful, "Senior Brother Huang Jin!"
Huang Jin is one of the few warriors in the late stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm of their Snake Flame Sect.
It is said that he has mastered a low-level yellow martial skill and a middle-level yellow martial skill to perfection!
"Let's see, if nothing unexpected happens, Li Fei's opponent shouldn't be able to withstand two moves!" Huang Jin nodded and smiled at the two girls, with an air of giving guidance to the country.
After hearing this, the two of them stared at the ring.
Stand still.
Mo Heng looked at Li Fei who was so close, and couldn't help but start to move his sleeves back.
It was the sharp energy in the opponent's palm that kept compressing the air, causing a vast gust of wind. The gust of wind blew through every part of his body, sharp and full of coercion.
However, Mo Heng remained unmoved by this.
Until Li Fei was less than a foot away from him and saw the illusory palm about to hit his chest.
Mo Heng moved!
He slowly raised his arm, and the Gang Qi condensed on his arm, and he blasted out with a palm without any fancy!
Storm!
In an instant, a sharp air current enveloped Li Fei.
Li Fei didn't know why he felt hot for no reason, but when he looked at Mo Heng in front of him, he was surprised to find that the distance between him and him was slowly widening!
"Hey, you were knocked away by my palm..."
Li Fei thought quite confidently in his heart. But at this moment, the Spiritual Transformation Realm warrior wearing a purple-gold robe came to the ring and shouted with a loud voice: "No. 674, victory!"