The second competition of the "Tianque Wenwen Battle" has finally begun.
In the early morning, an elder from the Shengyan Sect arrived and took everyone from Taichu Mountain to Shengyan Mountain. Under the leadership of the other party, when everyone went up the mountain, the formation barrier on Shengyan Mountain did not appear.
'The call is getting clearer and clearer.'
As he got closer and closer to the top of Shengyan Mountain, Lin Chen felt that the voice was getting clearer and clearer. His eyes fell into the clouds and mist, and he could not see the real top of the mountain at all. At this time, he had already judged that the calling voice was
, came from the top of the mountain.
Unfortunately, the elder of the Sheng Yan Sect did not take them to the top of the mountain, but took them to a huge arena halfway up the mountain.
People from Shengyan Sect, Yin Yang Sect and other forces have arrived here. There are more than a hundred people in total. The contestants who were eliminated in the first competition also came to watch the battle. People from several forces stood
Different positions on the side of the ring.
Obviously, this is the place for today's competition.
Lin Chen's eyes showed disappointment, thinking in his heart that he would have to find an opportunity to go to the top of the mountain.
He glanced at the crowd who had already arrived, and saw Leng Dongliu in the crowd of Shengyan Sect. Leng Dongliu turned his head as if he had a clear understanding. The master and disciple's eyes met, both showing a smile and a hint of expectation.
"I don't know if I will meet my master in today's battle. Let's forget it. If the two of us meet now, wouldn't one of us fail to make it into the top ten?"
Lin Chen looked at the crowd of Yin Yang Sect. Mo Li was among them. He didn't know if Mo Li was aware of his gaze. He didn't turn around to look. Instead, Xi Ziyuan next to Mo Li turned around and looked over coldly.
.
Lin Chen looked at him for a second, without any awe, and very calmly.
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared in the center of the huge arena, standing three to four meters above the ground. It was Yan Lie, the leader of the Shengyan Sect.
"The second competition of the 'Tianque Wenwen Battle' will begin soon. A total of 20 people will participate in the competition, and there will be a total of ten competitions. The winner will enter the top ten. The battle list for the ten competitions will be made up of our five forces.
After negotiation, the battle list and order are as follows!"
"The first game, Fan Kong of the Holy Flame Sect, fights against Hanfeng from the Taichu Divine Mountain; the second game, Lin Chen from the Taichu Divine Mountain, fights against the Yin-Yang Sect Wang Yu, and the third game from the Feixian Tower..."
Regarding the rules of the second competition, Lin Chen and others had already learned from Zhen Xinghai before they came over.
The battle list was discussed by the top leaders of the five top powers. Basically, it was one that they were optimistic about entering the top ten, and one that they were not optimistic about.
In this way, unless there is a dark horse, otherwise, those who will enter the top ten will be those they are optimistic about.
This has the advantage of preventing Wu Fatian, Lin Chen, Jian Yunfei and other powerful beings competing for the top spot from meeting each other in advance.
"The first competition is between Shengyan Sect Fankong and Taichu Divine Mountain Hanfeng. The two take the stage."
After the leader of the Shengyan Sect finished speaking, his figure became illusory and disappeared from the ring.
Swish! Swish!
Two figures flew out from the crowd and swept towards the ring.
One of them was Han Feng, and the other was a tiger-backed man, estimated to be two meters tall, with fiery red hair and a crimson flame mark between his eyebrows. He was a disciple of the Shengyan Sect named Fankong.
The two of them didn't even settle on the ring, they rushed towards each other with great momentum!
Hanfeng's body was shining with golden light, like a gilded Buddha, while Fankong's body was burning with crimson flames. Both of their weapons were long sticks.
Boom!
In an instant, two long sticks struck out and collided together. A violent wave of energy surged in all directions in a circular shape, setting off an astonishing storm.
Just when the energy aftermath was about to rush out of the arena.
Buzz!
A golden barrier appeared at the edge of the arena, blocking the energy aftermath. The terrifying energy aftermath that could turn mountains into powder instantly disappeared.
The next moment, Han Feng took a few steps back, and the Brahma roared like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. The long stick in his hand was filled with crimson flames, and he struck at Han Feng again!
"Oops. I'm afraid Senior Brother Han is no match for this person!" When Lin Chen saw this, a look of worry appeared in his eyes.
Sure enough, within a short while, Hanfeng was completely suppressed by that person, and had to find a gap to display his strongest martial arts in an attempt to restore the decline.
"Galaxy falls!"
Hanfeng shouted loudly, and the world fell into darkness. Golden rays of light shone like stars on the sky. Those golden rays of light were connected together, like a river of stars, with a heaviness that made people's hearts tremble.
The galaxy flows straight down, carrying a terrifying aura that wants to engulf and destroy everything. Its target is Brahma Kong, whose body is burning with crimson flames!
"Hmph! You are not as strong as me, but you think you can make a comeback with this low-grade star martial skill? It's ridiculous!"
Fan Kong shouted coldly: "Burn all the wastelands!"
He is also very extraordinary among the disciples of Shengyan Sect, so it is naturally impossible for him not to be inferior in star martial arts.
With the sweep of his long stick, the crimson flames were like a sea of fire, rushing straight towards the flowing galaxy. After the collision, there was a roar, the galaxy dissipated, and the sea of fire was annihilated at the same time.
At the same time, Fan Kong had rushed in front of Han Feng again and struck down with a stick, as heavy as a ten thousand stone!
Han Feng was in a hurry and tried to block it with his stick, but he was knocked out, hit the barrier at the edge, and fell to the ground with a thud.
"I lost." Hanfeng vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood and reluctantly stood up with a bitter look on his face.
The gap between him and his opponent is not small. Even if he fights hard, he cannot win. He will only make a fool of himself and disgrace Taichu Shenshan. It is better to simply admit defeat.
Suddenly, many people from the Shengyan Sect present had a look of pride on their faces. Although 5 people from the Taichu Holy Mountain entered the top twenty, in their opinion, they still did not have the qualifications to be compared with the Shengyan Sect.
It is inevitable that the people from the Taichu Holy Mountain will lose to the people from their own Shengyan Sect.
"The Holy Mountain of Taichu was at the bottom last time. In my opinion, this time it won't be much better!" People from the Yin Yang Sect couldn't help but gloat and laugh.
"Holy Yan Sect Fan Kong wins and enters the top ten."
As Yan Lie's voice sounded, Han Feng and Fan Kong took the initiative to leave the ring.
At the same time, Yan Lie's voice sounded again.
"The second game, Taichu Divine Mountain Lin Chen versus Yin Yang Sect Wang Yu, both sides take the stage!"
Lin Chen rushed towards the ring and looked at his opponent. He couldn't help but be startled. This man was the young man who stood between him and Mo Li at that time.
"You overestimate your abilities and tease our Yin Yang Sect saint. Today, I will teach you a lesson so that you can have some self-awareness!"
After landing on the ring, Fan Kong stared at Lin Chen coldly and said this.