At the top of Immortal Dao Peak, in front of the Huan Shen Bell.
A huge arena suddenly appeared there. The arena paved with black black stone itself has the function of absorbing the escaped spiritual energy to strengthen itself. Coupled with the numerous restrictions set by the sect leader, this arena can be said to be indestructible.
This is the place for competition. All those who pass the illusion trial will duel with their opponents in this arena, and then gain their own glory.
Of course, it may also be the bitter fruit of failure.
There were already dense crowds of onlookers standing outside the ring. Although the competition had not started yet, everyone came to the ring early in order to occupy an excellent viewing position.
The sect master and all the peak masters sat at the highest point of the palace, quietly watching everything near the arena.
"Oh, I really miss it. We used to be one of them, but now we are all old."
"I said, don't you find it annoying that you say this with emotion every time you compete in the Fengmen Competition?"
It was a rare event, and the peak masters were in a good mood, trying to tear each other down like a joke.
Zhang Ruozhuo was not affected by the surrounding atmosphere at all, and he still kept to himself, as he had done for thousands of years.
But this is good, Zhang Ruozhuo has something to think about, and it saves anyone from disturbing him.
"The competition doesn't allow for so many arrangements, and I don't know how far Yuan Chen can persist."
"Even if he survives to the end, as long as he doesn't show direct combat power, a lot of peak masters will come to me asking for help. It's really troublesome."
Zhang Ruozhuo sighed in his heart, the sect seemed to be monolithic, but in fact everyone was trying their best to secure resources and a future for their sect.
The one hundred main peaks in the sect are like a hundred small hills. Each peak owner is a bandit leader on the hilltop, and he is in charge of one-third of an acre of his own peak.
"Hey, when will the sect be able to put aside its prejudices and truly become a sharp knife?"
"I'm really looking forward to that day."
The time has come, and the onlookers have already crowded the arena, and the contestants are already in place, waiting for the competition to begin.
The sect leader stepped into the void, walked out of the palace rooftop out of thin air, and looked down at the many disciples beside the arena.
"The good time has come, and the competition can almost begin.
Before we start, I have something to record.
The duel is different from the illusion trial. This is a real duel. Once you are injured, you are really injured.
Swords have no eyes, fists and feet are ruthless. Everyone here is a fellow sect and the hope of our Taoist Immortal Sect. They shoulder the responsibility of exterminating demons and defending the Tao. If you are seriously injured because of the Fengmen Competition, it will affect your future cultivation.
So I hereby announce the rules of the competition as follows..."
A series of long speeches made Yuan Chen couldn't help but yawn, not because he was tired, but because what the sect leader said was too boring.
It's really... smelly and long.
After some indiscriminate bombardment by the sect master, the competition finally officially began. The highly respected Dao Ming was on the stage as the referee. If there was any accident, he could take action in time to minimize the risk.
"In the first group, No. 817 will face off against No. 433."
After a while, "The second group..."
Fighting is said to be slow but actually it is fast. The real battle often ends very quickly, everything ends in a flash of lightning.
Yuan Chen patted the shoulder of his fellow disciple beside him and asked in a low voice: "I didn't listen carefully to what the sect master said just now. What if I accidentally broke my opponent's bones."
Next to Yuan Chen was a bald man. He smiled and said: "This is a minor injury. As long as he is sent to the deacon of Dandingfeng for treatment after the game, it will be fine."
"Then what if I accidentally hit someone seriously and fell to the ground, affecting his subsequent fight."
The bald man's face became a little unnatural. After thinking for a while, he said, "If it was an unintentional mistake, it's nothing. After the game, I will carry him to the spiritual spring of Xiandao Peak and take a dip in it to wake up."
It can recover most of the injuries, and even if it cannot be restored to the original state, it will not affect the subsequent competition."
"If it was intentional, the person who took action will be disqualified from the competition and then be imprisoned for several years to reflect on his mistakes."
Yuan Chen silently wrote down the key points in his mind, "Xian Daofeng Hot Spring, go and take a look when you have time."
After writing down the key points, Yuan Chen spoke again, "Then what if I use methods targeting Yuanshen and beat people into idiots?"
Are you here to compete or to kill?
You are the devil!
The bald man's face already had a little sweat on his face. He wiped it with his hand briefly and then slowly said: "This is the most serious situation. If it is found to be intentional, it will range from lifelong confinement to abolition of repairs."
Why, get kicked out. Why do you ask these questions?"
The bald man finally realized something was wrong and asked.
Yuan Chen whispered to him with a mysterious face, "It's rare to have such an opportunity to teach others directly. I need to know where the sect's bottom line is."
What the hell is the bottom line?
You just want to come here to kill people!
The bald man looked unbelieving, but there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, Dao Ming read in a deep voice: "Next group, No. 641 vs. No. 98!"
The bald man looked excited and said in a low voice, "It's finally my turn. I want to show them that not all strong people are in the first ninety-nine. There are some real strong people who don't even bother with illusions."
The secret treasure in it!”
Under the dull gaze of the bald man, Yuan Chen walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the ring without grace.
"Brother, come up quickly."
Looking at Yuan Chen's smiling face, the bald man couldn't help but shudder, and then tremblingly stepped onto the ring.
"Senior brother, be careful."
Yuan Chen bent down and gave a salute before speaking.
Following Dao Ming's order, Yuan Chen's aura suddenly changed, as if a terrifying peerless beast had been released from its cage and was about to choose people to eat.
"I surrender!"
The bald man's face was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his originally deep voice turned into a shrill drake voice due to excitement and fear.
Daoming was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting such a result.
Someone had encountered the top ninety-nine before, but he did not give up the fight easily. Instead, he struggled for a few moves and only announced defeat when he could no longer hold on.
How can you give up without even trying? With such a mentality, how can you face the many difficulties on the path of cultivation, and how can you go through hardships and dangers to reach the highest level?
Dao Ming frowned, feeling extremely dissatisfied with the bald man's behavior.
Dao Ming didn't know how deep the fear Yuan Chen had brought to the bald man. If nothing else, just the few questions Yuan Chen asked made the bald man feel bad.
Not to mention Yuan Chen standing on the stage, his aura was aimed at killing people.
It's still the kind of corpse that is broken into thousands of pieces.
This is not a competition, this is a battle with weapons!
The parties involved had said so, and Daoming had no choice but to declare that Yuan Chen would win without a fight.
The bald man's legs were still a little weak when he got off the stage. He almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Fortunately, a person next to him reached out to help him in time.
"Thanks……"
As if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, the bald man was horrified to find Yuan Chen's handsome smiling face right in front of him.