On the square in front of the Tianlin Palace, a group of monks from various imperial forces saw the green light in the sky, and they all cheered, and everyone in the audience wanted to see who had won the inheritance of the Heavenly Martial Treasure Treasury.

In the sight of everyone, the green light in the sky flashed slightly, and in the midst of the light, several slightly embarrassed figures were thrown out.

As soon as two of the figures were thrown out, they all shouted loudly, each raising the weapons in their hands and fighting each other, which meant that they would not die.

"Huh, aren't these people from the Fengyun Dynasty?"

"That's the number one demon on the Fengyun Dynasty's imperial list, who is he fighting against?"

"It's Chen Cong!

"I remember! Last year, in the ranking battle of the Emperor List, he lost to Yun Canghai by three moves, I didn't expect that only a year had passed, and he would be able to fight with Yun Canghai!"

"But why are they fighting each other? Is it for the inheritance of the Heavenly Martial King?"

"It must be one of the two of them who has obtained the inheritance, and the other wants to snatch it!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and even those emperor-level powerhouses were constantly guessing the deep meaning behind the battle between Yun Canghai and Chen Cong.

"The four elders of Heshan, go and stop them!"

Xu Shengyuan ordered to the four old men behind him.

Yun Canghai and Chen Cong are both young Tianjiao of the Fengyun Dynasty, no matter which of these two defeats each other in the end, it is not a good thing for the Fengyun Dynasty.

"Yes!

The four elders of Heshan are masters cultivated by the Fengyun royal family, and they will naturally not disobey Xu Shengyuan's orders.

Immediately, the four elders flew over and stopped Yun Canghai and Chen Cong respectively.

"Get out of the way!"

Yun Canghai looked at Chen Cong with anger on his face, and the killing intent in his eyes was strong: "Today, I will definitely let this untouchable person's blood splash five steps!"

Chen Congnai is a son of a poor family, and when he heard Yuncang Haikou calling him a pariah, he was also angry: "Okay, wow, today I want to see how smelly the blood of your noble son is!"

"Shut up to this prince!"

At this time, Xu Shengyuan also flew over, and he scolded with a gloomy face: "The two of you are fighting each other in front of this public, do you sincerely want people from other dynasties to see jokes?"

Yun Canghai and Chen Cong saw that Xu Shengyuan was angry, and they suddenly became arrogant and honest.

In the Fengyun Dynasty, although the wealthy family is strong, no matter how strong the wealthy family is, the background is not as deep as the royal family.

Because of this, although Xu Shengyuan is only a prince, Yun Canghai and Chen Cong do not dare to make trouble in front of Xu Shengyuan.

"Let's talk about what's going on? Aren't you two on the same team? Why are you attacking each other? Is it true that one of the two of you has obtained the inheritance of the Heavenly Martial King, as others said?"

Seeing that the two of them were no longer moving, Xu Shengyuan immediately asked in a loud voice.

When the other representatives of the imperial forces in the audience heard this, they also shifted their attention.

Yun Canghai and Chen Cong each snorted coldly, but they didn't speak, even if they were stopped by the four elders of Heshan, they still had murderous intent towards each other.

"His Royal Highness the Seventeenth Prince of Qiqi, since Brother Yun and Brother Chen don't want to talk about it, this matter is still up to the grass people!"

Seeing that Xu Shengyuan seemed to be angry again, one of the people in the same team as Yun Canghai and Chen Cong walked out.

This is a young man in a gray robe with a thin face.

So, everyone's eyes converged on this young man again.

The young man coughed dryly, and was looked at by so many people, and his expression was inevitably a little nervous: "Here's the thing, let's ...... after we go in"

Then the young man told the story of what had happened, and what had happened to them, as it was.

"What? There are three gates in the Tianwu Treasure House?"

"The first level is actually a squad battle, and it is a battle of life and death, and more than 900 teams have eliminated half of them!"

"That's the thousands of young Tianjiao of my younger generation in the Southern Regions, and they just fell into it! The cruelty of this pass is simply appalling!"

"There are also Soul Qi Infuse and Celestial Weapon rewards for each level! Not only that, but there are also additional Soul Qi Infuse rewards for winning the first place! This ...... That's a huge reward!"

"Pseudo-holy weapon! The second level actually appeared pseudo-holy weapon! This heavenly martial treasure house is really a great creation! If I can get this pseudo-holy weapon, I will definitely be able to crisscross the southern region!"

"What! The second level has damaged thousands of Tianjiao! The demon beast of the last layer of the pseudo-holy weapon has actually reached the Soul Emperor realm! Only a few hundred people have successfully broken through the level!"

"Ahh

"The reward for the third level is actually a treasure mountain that is as high as a thousand meters, and the lowest-level treasure on it also has a mysterious product?"

"Oh my God! It's really a great creation! The rewards for breaking through the level are so amazing, wouldn't the inheritance of the Martial King that day be several times higher than this!"

Listening to the young man's narration, the mood of everyone in the audience was also fluctuating.

While many people were shocked, they couldn't help but feel sad.

Just because, they know that their subordinates or juniors in the power are afraid that they will never come back.

In the second level, there was a Soul Emperor Realm demon beast in the assessment, and this level alone was enough to wipe out ninety percent of the genius disciples of each force.

The real fact is that the assessors who can successfully enter the third level are basically not below the Soul Emperor Realm.

"Ah! Cui Yangwu'er, you are the pride of my Sancai Sect, the hope of the future! At the age of seventeen, he reached the ninth level of the Soul King, why did he fall here!"

"Great-grandson of Shang Pet, you are the strongest talent in my business for 500 years! The old man is still counting on you to bring glory to the family, why did you go like this!"

"If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have brought Hong'er and them over in the first place, God has no eyes!

There were bursts of crying from the crowd, and many people who couldn't accept the reality cried out one after another.

The two Heavenly Dao Sect Ancestors were also sad, and they didn't expect the Heavenly Martial King's assessment to be so cruel.

Thinking of Shen Liansheng's cultivation of only half a step of the Soul Emperor Realm, the two ancestors were a little eager to cry without tears.

Those were hundreds of elite disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and they were buried in the Heavenly Martial Treasure Treasury.

In the past, these young disciples were the objects of great favor of many elders in the door, and they were the hearts and minds of those elders in the door.

This time it's good, not a single one is left.

The two Heavenly Dao Sect Supreme Ancestors could almost predict what kind of expressions those elders in the sect would show when they heard the news.

"That's the rough picture!"

At this point, the youth's narrative also came to an end.

(End of chapter)