Chen Zimeng waited for a long time, Qinghe and Fu Yan came to his side, Qinghe was very annoyed because he didn't catch up with the person who was following him.

Fu Yan seemed calm, and said coldly: "I see, it's the person of the third young master of the City Lord's Mansion, I have inquired, the City Lord's Mansion is empty, the strength is strong, and there is Yuan Ying in charge." ”

Chen Zimeng said lightly, "We don't need to care about high-level monks, under the same realm, they have a way to attack us, and high-level monks will not end up." ”

Crush ants, where do you need a sledgehammer?

The most common law in the cultivation realm is the realm of things, the entire cultivation realm has its own rules, and the monks of the same generation compete with each other, and the rest will not interfere.

The realm is a life saver!

It works well with both high and low levels!

Nodding, Fu Yan continued: "Then, what we are about to face, that is, the challenge of the peers in Dukong City, we don't need to be afraid. ”

Qinghe shook his head, "I see, the third young master didn't send anyone to follow us, he only had Zhuji, but it was Jiedan who followed us." ”

"Then we are targeted by the rest of the forces, but there is no need to be afraid, no matter what comes, then it is!" Fu Yan said.

Chen Zimeng waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to step back, "Tell everyone, pay attention, don't be alone, here, it will be your first ring in Tianhehai!"

"Yes!"

Qinghe and Fu Yan retreated, Chen Zimeng was cross-legged on the bed, he didn't care about these troubles at the moment, what he was worried about was that he didn't know how to find Murong Yicang.

He came to Tianhehai for Murong Yicang, but now he has lost his direction.

After thinking about it for a long time and having no clue, Chen Zimeng couldn't help but reach out and rub his brows, very depressed.

Suddenly, Chen Zimeng remembered Yan Qiaocheng, maybe if there was no accident at the beginning, he would have successfully reached Tianhehai, but he was afraid that he had already drunk with Murong for a few meals.

Turned over and took out a jade tube, which was a rough map of Tianhehai, a very rough kind, because a detailed map is not something that ordinary people can get.

After determining his location, Chen Zimeng had a rough understanding of where the Five Kingdoms were, the Yan State where he was, the Qi State where Yan Qiaocheng's family was located, and the other ones were the Jin Kingdom in the east, the Chen State in the middle, and the Qin State in the north.

Chen Zimeng once understood that the five countries were all big forces, and among them, it seemed that the Qin State was the most powerful.

Next are the Seven Sects and the Three Palaces, their respective territories are much less than those of the previous five countries, but in terms of strength alone, they are not bad at all, and even surpass.

Chen Zimeng didn't know the situation of the Seven Sects, it seemed that few people in the Yan Kingdom were willing to talk about the Seven Sects, and after inquiring, there was very little gain about the Seven Sects.

The three halls are not vague, but the distance from Chen Zimeng at this moment is enough to be tens of thousands of miles, so there is really no need to care.

Time passed slowly, and in the afternoon of one day, outside the restaurant, a large number of monks gathered around, and many craftsmen dragged in the stones, which jingled all afternoon.

By evening, a good-looking stone platform had been erected, and the surrounding streets had been emptied, but all those who were not monks, or who were not of high cultivation, were banished.

Along the streets, the restaurants are full of monks, all of whom are of the younger generation, and they are the highest in the later stage of the festival, and there are also many foundations.

Someone built a formation on the stone platform, carved inscriptions, and with very good materials, the stone platform was perfectly built into a martial platform suitable for monks to learn.

On the martial platform, the inscriptions are engraved all over the place, basically there is no omission, Fu Yan led people to stand at the gate of the restaurant, squinting his eyes to see the construction process of the martial platform, without dropping.

When the Wutai was built, there were monks living around, and even on the street, there were monks meditating cross-legged.

A sealed battle letter was handed to Chen Zimeng, looking at the war books piled up on the table, Chen Zimeng said nonchalantly: "Fu Yan and Qinghe, everyone who comes to challenge from outside will take it, as for who to arrange for the battle, it is up to the two of you to arrange it yourself." ”

Chen Zimeng raised his hand and took a few very extraordinary war letters, the ones who wrote the war books were all very talented, and the local Tianjiao who was ranked in the Dukong City was the leader of the younger generation in the Dukong City.

"Although the people who come are all the younger generation of Dukong City, but no matter what, there will be mixed situations, and there is always a high and low!"

"I won't make a move until the last person appears, this competition, leave it to you, Xu Wei is not allowed to lose!"

His eyes fell on Fu Yan and Qinghe, and Chen Zimeng asked softly, "Do you understand?"

"The subordinates understand, I hope the young clan can rest assured!"

"Well, go ahead!"

After the two left, the spirit of robbery reached out and took the battle book in Chen Zimeng's hand, "They are all Tianjiao, and none of them will be weak." ”

"If you are weak, you can only be a spectator!"

"I'm afraid I won't even be able to do it!" Lian Qing added, and Chen Zimeng and the spirit of robbery looked over, making her a little flustered all of a sudden.

"Did I say the wrong thing?"

The spirit shook his head, and Chen Zimeng spoke softly, "No, Lian Qing is right!"

......

The streets were full of monks, and the inscriptions on the martial platforms shimmered in the sunlight, a little dazzling.

The challenge was scheduled for the next day, and when the sun had not yet come out and the streets were still in a state of dusk, the battle began.

Chen Zimeng took pity on the Qing and robbed the spirit, and when he first saw the three of them, he found a table facing the street on the second floor, and after sitting down, he happened to be able to see the situation on the martial platform. Just go and listen to the book

It's a good place to watch the battle, and in the restaurant across the street, there are people sitting on the street on the second floor, looking at this side with cold eyes, with scrutiny in their eyes.

At the beginning of the battle, the first to play was Zhuji, correspondingly, Chen Zimeng walked out of a monk of the same realm, the two stood on the martial platform, there was no nonsense, just reported each other's names, and they fought together.

In the next time, different people went up, different wins and losses were divided, Chen Zimeng closed his eyes and recuperated, and Lian Qing and Chujian were lying by the window.

Standing beside Chen Zimeng, not leaving a single step, and concentrating on the vigilance around, the spirit of robbery was very delicate, so she felt a lot of eyes coming to look.

The battle on the street continued, but Wutai was built extremely strong, and even the fierce competition did not make it appear damaged at all, time passed in a flash, two days passed, and the people who competed downstairs were almost all caught in a bitter battle.

After each battle, the injuries on both sides were almost the same, but they were not life-and-death fights, both sides had their hands spared, and so far they were only injured, and no one died.

Then among the young people in Dukong City, a very powerful guy came up, connecting and defeating several children of the Divine Relic Clan, and beside Qinghe, a young man dressed in black got up and walked slowly towards Wutai.

Chen Zimeng glanced at it, it was Qing Heyun, a strong man in the generation of the Divine Relic Clan, whose combat power ranked seventeenth.

Looking at Qing Heyun's opponent again, his name is Lian Gong, in the middle of the Jiedan, the weapon in his hand is a mountain opening axe, flashing with blue light, and the quality should be Heavenly Rank.

As soon as Qing Heyun stepped on the martial platform, he put on a defensive posture, Chen Zimeng nodded secretly, Qing Heyun is good at using his advantages to fight, and no matter whether he is in the upper hand or the lower hand, he likes to expand his advantages.

His opponent fought three battles in a row, and his spiritual power and physical strength were consumed, no matter how much, if he continued, he would always continue to consume.

The more your opponent consumes, the better it will be for you.

Qing Heyun did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to defend, he planned to make Lian Gong consume more, and finally win the battle with less effort.

In the opposite building, the man sitting by the window lowered his head, his eyes flashed, looking at Qing Heyun without speaking, he saw Qing Heyun's plan, and secretly said a smart sentence in his heart.

At the beginning of the battle, Qing Heyun's defensive means were excellent, so that Lian Gong had no hole to drill, and the mountain axe was swung by Lian Gong, and it was slashed high, and Qing Heyun dodged and retreated, easily dodging.

Chen Zimeng looked at it for a long time, and seemed to become elated, leaning on the chair and drooping his eyelids, looking drowsy.

Fu Yan glanced at Chen Zimeng, turned his head to Qingheyun below, and said, "It's okay!"

Qing Heyun nodded, put away the defense in his hand, stretched out his finger to point forward, and suddenly a ripple appeared in the air, and on the opposite floor, a person shouted, "Suffered!"

A long sword emerged from mid-air, slashed in an instant, and disappeared in an instant, and the crane turned around and left, looking like he was done and ready to go home.

Behind him, on the Kaishan axe in Lian Gong's hand, it began to collapse from the axe's mouth, "Collapse!" The entire axe surface of the Kaishan axe turned into fragments.

Lian Gong's face darkened, his body fell backwards, only to feel a sharp pain coming, and then he lost consciousness.

The people around him went up and lifted him up, poured a few pills after carrying him down the martial platform, saved his life, and then found a doctor and carried him into the distance.

Someone shouted at Qing Heyun's back: "If you win, will you leave? ”

There was chaos in the field, all shouting, Heyun stopped and turned to look, but upstairs, Fu Yan spoke, "Heyun can come back, these people are not qualified to let you do it." ”

Qing Heyun nodded, didn't stay any longer, and returned directly to the restaurant.

Fu Yan's words were heard by the people of Dukong City, and for a while, many monks stood up with indignant expressions, and they all pointed to the second floor and continued to demonstrate.

Some of the bad-tempered children of the Divine Relic Clan stood at the door and scolded the crowd loudly, and their words were full of greetings to each other's fathers and ancestors.

Chen Zimeng sat quietly, not saying this scolding, nor looking at this scolding, the spirit of robbery was beside him, knowing that he was waiting for the young man who was also sitting on the second floor opposite.

Fu Yan pondered for a moment, stood up and walked to the window, motioned for a few of the Divine Relic Clan disciples downstairs to step back, and then looked at the young monks of Dukong City standing on the street.

"In this competition, your strength is not enough, if you don't have skills, don't stand up and lose face, let us accompany you to sing here, you are also worthy?"

"Presumptuous, you are a foreigner, dare to talk to us like this, are you tired of it?"

A person scolded, but before Fu Yan could make a move, a sword light flashed from behind the man, and the man slowly fell, and then the crowd fell silent.

Fu Yan didn't react at all, Qinghe got up and went downstairs, stood on the street, and led people to look at the monks of Dukong City.

There was silence between the two sides, and the silence was depressing, but many people were silent, and they knew that the final battle was coming.

In the silence, the people on the second floor on the opposite side jumped from the window and landed on the martial platform, and Chen Zimeng also slowly got up and walked down the stairs to the outside.

For the rest of the time, it was time for him to play.

Qinghe stepped forward and asked in a low voice if he wanted to be replaced, Chen Zimeng shook his head, "This competition starts with you and ends with me!"

Stepping on the martial platform, Chen Zimeng's opponent was a richly dressed young man, holding a very good Pu knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

What a good cultivator!

"My name is Lin Ye, you should know why I came here, your subordinates are all extraordinary, I don't know you?"

"You'll know right away!" Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves, slowly pacing along the edge of Wutai, and the breath on his body was released.

Then he reached the ninth layer of Qi training, and then he fell to the fifth layer of Qi training, and then his whole body cultivation seemed to disperse, and there was no more breath overflowing.

Lin Ye was very surprised, he had never seen such a situation, and the people around him were also constantly talking, but with Chen Zimeng's gentle voice.

"Chen Zimeng, please advise!"