Soon, the second round of the competition came to an end, and of the nearly a thousand Dao Immortal Sect disciples who participated, only a few two hundred people remained.
The first round of the competition was at best an audition, where the weak ones were screened out, leaving only the disciples with powerful cultivation and strong skills.
The second round of the competition was the real collision between the strong. Although there were still many people left, four to five hundred people, the strong and the weak had already emerged.
The collision between strong men is interesting, and can best determine the future of the Daoxian Sect.
The future of a sect requires an outstanding new generation to take over the burdens and stand on the shoulders of their predecessors to make the sect stronger and more prosperous.
Obviously, the more than 200 people who are still able to participate in the competition are such people. They will become the mainstay of the Daoxian Sect in the future, supporting the Daoxian Sect to move forward.
"Okay, the third round of competition is ready to begin."
Dao Ming stood on the ring, looking at the outstanding disciples gathered in twos and threes from a distance, and even his words became much gentler.
Yuan Chen was leaning against a big tree, with a piece of green grass in his mouth, which he had obviously just picked from the ground.
"Hey, it's still a bit boring after all."
At this stage of the competition, almost no one can win easily. Everyone needs to show their true skills to treat their opponents, otherwise the boat may capsize in the gutter if they are not careful.
For other disciples, watching under the ring can help them understand potential opponents' methods and then increase their chances of winning.
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
But for a well-informed old guy like Yuan Chen, everything in front of him seems boring and uninteresting, as if a large group of vulgar fans are dancing in front of him.
Something...disgusting.
Just when Yuan Chen was bored, his mind suddenly connected to a majestic and majestic voice, but there was a hint of uncertainty in this voice.
"Master, I have some trouble here..."
There are not many people who can directly connect to Yuan Chen's spiritual thoughts, and Nie Long is one of them.
Yuan Chen left a permission for the chess pieces he scattered to directly connect to his spiritual thoughts, just in case, but he didn't expect that the first one to ask for help through this function was the strongest evil spirit.
dragon.
"What happened?"
"Master, I listened to your advice and practiced peacefully in Fallen Dragon Ridge, but yesterday a few mysterious people suddenly broke in."
Yuan Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a little confused.
How many mysterious people?
Nielong's strength during his lifetime was comparable to that of the gods. Although he is dead now, he has almost retained his strength during his lifetime to the greatest extent due to Yuan Chen's extremely high level of corpse refining.
Yuan Chen's method of refining corpses is unique and unique, and is different from any era of reincarnation.
He stimulated the remnant soul left behind by the corpse, mixed it with his own soul light, and then used the soul-inducing technique to induce the remnant soul to return, almost using the original soul to enter the original body.
Of course, the mixed soul cannot be the same as before life, but it also understands the body well enough to be able to perfectly utilize the strength of the corpse.
This method of almost resurrecting from the dead requires the assistance of a powerful soul, otherwise it will be unsustainable, so no one in the world except Yuan Chen can use it.
Precisely because of Yuan Chen's wonderful method of refining corpses, Nielong's strength is almost unmatched by anyone in the mortal world. Except for monks with the appearance of gods, almost no one can pose a threat to it.
Now, a few mysterious people can join forces to scare it into asking for help?
"It seems that this world is not that simple after all."
Making a prompt decision, Yuan Chen's spiritual thoughts followed a mysterious but very secret connection and cleverly descended on Fallen Dragon Ridge, appearing in front of Nie Long out of thin air.
Nothing can happen to this evil dragon yet.
Seeing a figure suddenly appear in front of him, Nielong, who was already a little nervous, almost slapped it with his paw. However, the moment he did it, a feeling of oppression rushed into his heart, making his joints suddenly feel as heavy as lead.
"Master...master?"
Looking at the small ball of soul light in front of him, Nielong was overjoyed and full of surprise.
"Hurry up and tell me who entered Fallen Dragon Ridge.
"Master, please take a look."
Nielong opened his mouth and spat out a spiritual treasure that looked like a mirror. The surging spiritual energy traveled on the surface and back of the mirror. At first glance, it looked like it was not a mortal thing.
What was reflected in the mirror was the scene in the Fallen Dragon Ridge. Among the dense miasma that shrouded the Fallen Dragon Ridge Mountains, three figures in gray cloaks were flying through it as if they were in an uninhabited land.
.
"Is this the mysterious man you are talking about?"
"That's right." Nielong nodded.
"This mirage is my own domain, because this body has been lying here since death. A large part of this mirage comes from the remaining divine power in the corpse of the god."
"In terms of power alone, the mirage that existed before is even more powerful than what I am generating now."
"Even so, these three people can walk through it without any hindrance. This shows that their strength cannot be underestimated."
"Based on these alone, I won't ask the owner for help. The most important thing is that I can't feel their breath."
This is the source of the evil dragon's fear. It believes that it is impossible for people in the mortal world to hide their aura so perfectly. In this case, there is only one possibility.
The three people who came were all stronger than Nielong.
In other words, all three people may be gods.
Yuan Chen's soul clone rested his hands on his shoulders, sat down on the void as a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the three figures in the mirror quietly.
"These three are not gods."
Nielong's eyes were wide open, and his huge eyes reflected Yuan Chen's figure, full of disbelief.
"Not a god? But I know clearly..."
Yuan Chen waved his hand to interrupt Nie Long's words, and then said with a smile: "You will know if they are gods or not by trying them."
The three people who were flying through the miasma moved very fast. Wherever they passed, the miasma disappeared before it had time to swing to both sides, causing a tumbling wave in the miasma ocean.
Suddenly, the three people stopped moving forward in unison, and their forward-leaning bodies suddenly became upright, standing in the void, as if observing something.
Suddenly, an iron fist stretched out from the miasma and hit one of them on the head hard.
The man in gray didn't even make a sound after being hit hard, and his body and cloak fell quickly, hitting the ground with a loud noise, frightening away countless ferocious beasts in the miasma.
Despite the sudden change, the other two men in gray still did not utter a exclamation and launched an attack in silence.
The hands of the man in gray clothes were actually shrouded in gray gloves. The two men in gray clothes, with two gray fists, quickly hit the figure in the miasma.
Before the fist could get close, two huge lanterns suddenly lit up in the miasma.
A fierce and unparalleled wind struck head-on, forcibly changing the direction of attack of one of the men in gray.
"Bang!"
The figure in the miasma fought fiercely with a man in gray, while another man in gray was fighting against the evil dragon.
Initially Nie Long was still a little nervous, but after some encouragement from Yuan Chen, he calmed down and decided to follow Yuan Chen's arrangements.
Sure enough, Nielong felt relieved as soon as they fought.
Although the man in gray has heavy fists and extremely fast movements, his strength has just reached the threshold of becoming a god.
Ah, it's not a god, it's comfortable.
It feels good to bully the weak.
Yuan Chen stood high in the sky, quietly watching the battle below, and silently analyzing the battle situation in his heart.
"The whole body is wrapped in clothes, the fists and feet are strong and heavy, the movements are quick, and the cultivation level is probably at the level of a person who will be a god."
"Not good at words, taciturn, and very perceptive."
Just as Yuan Chen was analyzing, the man in gray, who was knocked to the ground by a punch, rushed up and joined the chaotic battle group.
When Nielong saw that the situation was not good, his huge body suddenly blocked the man in gray like a bolt of lightning, and he received the fists of the two men in gray.
One against two!
Since the man in gray only has the strength to confer the title of God, then fighting one against two is not a big deal.
The evil dragon was one against two, and he still had time to happily mock his opponent, feeling indescribably comfortable in his heart.
Let you bastards scare me, beat you to death, beat you to death.