The competition began, Zhan Chen stood in front of the stage but had a trace of doubt, because there were only more than 500 people participating in the competition today, you know, there are more than 3,000 inner disciples of the Demon Luo Sect, even if you count those who are performing mandatory tasks outside, there should be more than 2,000 people, but only a quarter of the people who came to participate in the inner door competition today, why is this?

After some observation, he finally came up with a conjecture, that is, the more than 500 people who participated in the Great Competition were the strongest in the inner gate, because their cultivation was the lowest and also had the highest rank of the Martial King, and they were all people who had full confidence in their strength like himself.

At this moment, a figure flew up to the stage, attracting Zhan Chen's attention, because he was the one who took away the three Great Sun Golden Eye Pills he had refined—Ao Yanyang.

As he came on the field, the people below also started talking, and Zhan Chen heard the two people on the side discussing.

"It's time to see Ao Yanyang play. ”

"But that Ao Yanyang, who is ranked tenth in the inner gate?"

"You're right and you're not right. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, the tenth ranking has long been Lao Huang Li, that was ten years ago, and now he has been cultivating for another ten years, what is his strength, can you imagine?"

"I can't imagine it, anyway, as long as I meet him, I just abstain from voting. ”

"yes, I think I abstained from voting when I met him. ”

"You're right, it looks like the winner of stage 4 must be him!"

......

"Proud remnant sun!" Zhan Chen looked at his majestic back, and a fine light flashed in his eyes, this was probably the first barrier he had to cross!

Ao Yanyang stood on the stage for a full ten minutes, and before he could see his opponent on the stage, the elder had to announce loudly: "The opponent abstains, and Ao Yanyang wins!"

Ao Yanyang spread his hands, shook his head in boredom, and walked off the stage, this is the loneliness of the strong.

But none of the audience below laughed at the escapee, because this is the rule of the jungle, and in this martial arts arena where there is no guarantee of survival, self-knowledge is the key to saving one's life.

A slight look of disappointment flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes, and he also wanted to take a look at Ao Yanyang's first battle so that he could formulate a strategy to defeat him.

However, there is one thing that he knows in his heart, that is, Ao Remnant Yang is a martial artist who cultivates the true element of the fire attribute, and if he treats him, it will be absolutely disadvantageous.

However, he soon didn't have the heart to care about this, because the elder called his name: "No. 80 Zhan Chen vs. No. 110 Lin Fear!"

Zhan Chen restrained his thoughts for a moment and flew onto the stage. The opponent came to the stage almost at the same time as him, and when he looked closely, standing opposite him was a middle-aged man, with a pickled beard, unkempt hair, dark all over, and there seemed to be a foul smell on his body, I am afraid that he had not taken a bath for a year and a half.

He put the weapon, a nine-ring broadsword, on his shoulder, and looked at Zhan Chen's eyes like a ten-year-old child, full of disdain.

Zhan Chen took a look at it with the True Pupil Secret Technique, and found that this Lin Wei's cultivation had reached the extreme realm of the Martial King's Great Perfection, no wonder he was so arrogant, no wonder he looked like he was at ease.

Lin Wei took the lead in rushing at Zhan Chen and smiled: "You are that Zhan Chen, I advise you to get acquainted with each other and automatically roll off the stage, otherwise, I will split you in half." ”

As if echoing Lin Wei, many people below were also discussing: "It's bad, it's bad, Zhan Chen's luck is bad, I met Lin Wei, the master of the Martial King's Great Perfection, in the first game, and I can't win!"

A few "well-wishers" shouted at him: "Zhan Chen, don't hurry down, give up quickly!"

However, Zhan Chen seemed to be "obsessed", and he was still standing on the stage, as if he had taken root under his feet, and he stood firmly.

At this time, the elder finally announced, "The game begins!"

Lin Wei had already held back his strength, and quickly rushed towards Zhan Chen, don't look at his body like a panda, but he acted like a tiger, like a leopard, like a speeding train, and was overwhelming!

He quickly bullied Zhan Chen, raised his long knife in both hands and slashed at Zhan Chen. At this time, Zhan Chen seemed to have been frightened, so he stood there in a daze, watching the knife slash at his head.

Lin Wei seemed to have seen Zhan Chen's head split in half and his brain splashed, he liked to see others being hacked to death by him like this, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was very refreshing.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that Zhan Chen in front of him had disappeared at some point, and thought that he had a delusion, so he blinked his eyes and took a closer look, Zhan Chen had indeed disappeared in front of him, so where did Zhan Chen go?

"Poof!" Lin Wei seemed to hear a voice, and then he felt a chill in his heart, and the tip of a long sword actually emerged from the front of his chest.

"What the hell is going on?" he wanted to howl, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, for he found himself quickly falling into nothingness, his vision blurring, and falling into an endless dark abyss......

Pulling out the Silver Jiaolong Kiss Sword, Zhan Chen looked at Lin Wei's body as he fell down, without a trace of pity in his eyes, yes, such a scumbag, even if he kills a thousand and kills ten thousand, his heart will not soften even once.

At this time, there was even more silence under the No. 4 Douwu stage, and even the fierce cheering and shouting on the edge of the surrounding arena could be heard. Yes, there was no movement, everyone was stunned by Zhan Chen's elusive footwork, I don't know if he was performing footwork or tricks?

The powerhouse of the Martial King Great Perfection didn't have the slightest power to resist in front of him, no! He couldn't even resist, so he was killed by a sword.

In just an instant, Zhan Chen's weak and insignificant image in everyone's minds collapsed, and was replaced by a tall and majestic strong body.

"Zhan Chen is doing well!" shouted someone in the crowd, breaking the dull atmosphere.

Suddenly, the area around Stage 4 was filled with praise, exclamations, and discussions.

If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear what "young talents", what "geniuses", what "cross-step challenges", and even "have a fight with the arrogant remnant yang" and so on.

At this time, the elder on the stage walked to the middle and announced loudly: "Zhan Chensheng!"

At this moment, Zhan Chen turned around and jumped off the stage, waiting to watch the next competition, when the buzzing sound of many pesky bees and flies lingered around him, and it was a group of people who saw him pick the fruit of victory, attracted by the sweet aroma of the fruit.

He had no choice but to ignore this, and soon the bees and flies were also disappointed and left him.

Zhan Chen was finally able to concentrate on watching the game again, and suddenly, he felt as if he was being targeted by a powerful aura, and hurriedly turned his head to see that it was indeed Ao Yanyang looking at him with interest, and his eyes were still full of provocation.

His heart tightened suddenly, not fear, but excitement, pride, and a passion for a hearty battle!

"Ao Yanyang, you wait, I'm here in the morning!" his heart was shouting at this time.