Outside the fortress in the middle of the mountain, under a cliff, is a flat stone platform, smooth as a mirror. On the cliff next to the platform, there are three strong characters of "Hero Terrace" engraved impressively, which are extremely conspicuous.

This hero's platform is the arena for the hero's seat.

"That platform, I heard that it was cut out with a sword by Senior Brother Tie Zhongqi of the One Sword Sect, tsk, it's too powerful. The rocks here are countless times harder than ordinary mountain stones, and they can cut out such a large space with one sword, and Senior Brother Tie's swordsmanship can be described as superb, shocking and shocking. ”

"The inscription on the Heroic Terrace is Senior Brother Zhuo of the Gale Wind Sect, condensing the qi pen, swiping it, in one go, this strength, I'm afraid it's not under Senior Brother Tie!"

"Tut-tut, thirty-six hero seats, I also want to sit down!

This time, the selection competition was obviously rushed and extremely shabby, and only three hours were given to sign up, and it was outdated.

After the registration is completed, I began to sharpen the stone for the stage, and prepared to compete as soon as possible, simply and neatly.

The strong men who had already arrived gathered around one after another, ready to watch a dragon fight.

They talked a lot, and they were all excited.

Such a competition is almost a gathering of the most elite forces of the entire Yongji and Hebei states, and it is not something that can be seen casually.

If you don't have enough luck, you may be like those who are stranded in all corners of the battlefield, and you can only lament in vain.

There are not many people who have signed up, but after careful counting, it is not a few, there are more than 120 people participating in this selection competition, and Ye Feng is one of them.

"There are so many human masters of the seventh order of the Destruction Realm?"

Ye Feng looked around, looking at the powerhouses who were calm and calm, and couldn't help but gasp.

Although people have been gathering in this mid-mountain fortress one after another, the strong people who appear here are still less than one-third of the entire trialist army, and the remaining two-thirds have either died at the hands of demon beasts, or they continue to stay in other places, and there is no way to come to participate in this selection at all.

It is conceivable that this less than one-third of the personnel has more than a hundred seventh-order powerhouses of the Destruction Realm, and the number is simply staggering.

Ye Feng finally understood why Zu Qianjun and the others directly gave up participating.

In front of so many Destruction Realm Seventh-Order powerhouses, even if they were able to miraculously win one or two battles, it would still be difficult to defeat them all.

Ye Feng calmed down, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down again.

But the blood on his body was still boiling hot, and it seemed to be boiling.

There are so many strong people, among them, there is even a terrifying existence with just the breath, even if it is Ye Feng, some people he does not have the slightest confidence to be able to defeat the other party, the other party's breath is too terrifying, it is like an unfathomable abyss.

Whew!

A total of seven figures fell on the hero's platform, all of which were bright and monstrous.

The leader was dressed in a red robe, and his sword eyebrows flew obliquely, but he just took a step forward, and the invisible aura was already rushing to his face, and the audience became silent in an instant.

"I am Zhuo Yilie, a disciple of the Gale Wind Sect, and this time the Hero Seat Selection Contest was jointly organized by the seven of us. ”

Zhuo Yilie of the Gale Wind Sect, Wanhua Valley Water Youyou, Chunyumen Lin Taiping, Chengtianzong Li Fengshan, Yijian Sect Tiezhong Banner, Chongguang Sect Pushan Monk, Haibo Sect Lu Tianfei, a total of seven people.

These seven people, the weakest one, are all existences of the eighth order of the Destruction Realm, Zhuo Yilie, who is the strongest, and even the terrifying existence of the ninth order of the Destruction Realm, is only one step away from the Divine Power Realm.

Among the thirty-six hero seats, seven of them have already occupied seven seats, and they don't even need to participate in the selection, the reason is that their strength far exceeds that of their peers.

Among the one hundred and twenty-seven people who participated in the competition, except for Ye Feng, an existence that could not be measured by the realm, the other one hundred and twenty-six people were all the strength of the seventh order of the Destruction Realm. These 127 people are competing for the remaining 29 of the 36 positions.

"We agreed with the demon beast that the time of the battle would be three days later. But the monsters are cunning, and no one knows if they will attack suddenly. Therefore, in order to save time, as well as to save physical strength and deal with possible sneak attacks of demon beasts, this time the game will take the form of direct elimination, one hundred and twenty-seven people, both catch the right, one bye, the winner advances, the loser retreats, and then the sixty-four winners fight again, eliminate half, and there are thirty-two people left. These thirty-two people are caught again, the victorious sixteen people automatically get the hero's seat, the loser's sixteen people are caught again, the winner advances, the loser fights again, and so on, until the final twenty-nine are decided......"

Zhuo Yilie's voice is calm and steady, with a majestic atmosphere like a mountain. He explained all the competition systems in one go, simple and crude, that is, the elimination system.

Everyone was silent, listening to all this.

"The competition will be played in the form of drawing lots, so when you meet a strong player and get eliminated, don't complain that the competition system is unfair, luck is also part of the strength. These 36 hero seats can only be sat by those who are truly lucky and strong. Did you hear me?"

Zhuo Yilie's voice suddenly rose, his sword eyebrows were cold, and his voice was like a storm, full of oppression.

"Hear me clearly!"

Everyone responded with a bang, the sound was deafening, and the momentum was extremely majestic.

"Then, let's start the lottery! The one who draws the same number is the opponent! The one who draws a bye will have a bye to the next round!"

A temporary cut out of the lottery floated and moved in front of many contestants, the dense long lottery length was exactly the same, and outsiders could not tell the difference.

Each person drew a long lot, and at the end of the lot, a number was written.

Ye Feng drew the thirty-ninth number, which means that he appeared after thirty-eight games, and his opponent was a strong man from the Diwu Sect named Duan Jianxin.

The other party glanced at Ye Feng, and couldn't help but show a trace of contempt, obviously looking down on Ye Feng's strength, thinking that he had the chance to win.

Ye Feng didn't think so. His eyes widened and he watched with relish as the others fought.

"Brother Ye, as long as you win two games in a row, you can enter the top thirty-two, and twenty-nine out of thirty-two, the odds of winning are very high!" Zu Qianjun came to Ye Feng's side and said with a happy face.

With such a simple and crude format, if you win all the way, you only need three battles to get the hero seat.

In fact, if you win two games in a row and enter the top 32, the hero seat will basically be determined, unless you are particularly unlucky, unlucky enough to become the bottom three of the 32, you will be helplessly eliminated.

Therefore, Zu Qianjun hurriedly came over to cheer Ye Feng up. He only needed to win two games, and he was muttering desperately in his heart, and his heart was full of apprehension.

The first round of the battle went on quickly, and in just one cup of tea, the winner was decided, and the master from the Mad Wu faction defeated the people of the Shengfeng Sect in Jizhou.

When they reached the realm of the seventh order of the Destruction Realm, they could tear apart the mountains and seas with every move, and their power was unparalleled, but in the battle, each other controlled their strength very finely, and there was no leakage of the slightest power, and naturally there was no such vast and unparalleled chaos.

Ye Feng looked at it very seriously, watched the venue one by one, and carefully figured out the details of the charm.

Those strong people, in terms of strength realm, are far above Ye Feng, but when it comes to vision, they are much worse than Ye Feng. Ye Feng looked at the battle of these strong men with a commanding attitude, and realized the subtleties in it, and many doubts in his mind suddenly became clear and clear.

From these strong people, he learned all kinds of details, and he felt that the foundation had been consolidated a lot, and the whole person felt very happy.

Before he knew it, it was Ye Feng's turn to fight.

He stepped out and reached the hero's stage. At this time, the hero platform was already in tatters and full of holes, and it was obviously destroyed by the strong man in front.

Duan Jianxin of the Diwu Sect also appeared on the hero platform, looking at Ye Feng indifferently.

Diwumen, the original Huang Jiufei, is a person from Diwumen. Ye Feng didn't expect that he would face the Diwu Sect again today, but he was in a very calm mood, and there was no ripple in his heart.

"Please advise!"

"Please!"

The two bowed their hands, and in the next moment, the two of them would move at the same time, colliding together in an instant, almost to the extreme.

But what puzzled the onlookers was that the two figures seemed to collide in one place like curling green smoke, but they were separated from each other instantly, without any sound, dreamy.

Whew!

The movements of the two became faster and faster, and countless phantoms swept out on the hero stage, which made people dazzled and amazed.

You must know that among the people present, the weakest one has the strength of the Destruction Realm, but even if they watch the two people fighting on the hero stage, they always feel that their eyes are astringent, and they will not be able to catch the movements of both sides, and they can only vaguely touch a little tail.

"Hey, who is that guy in the mask, who can actually fight with Senior Brother Duan to such a point?"

"That's the legendary penultimate one, and he actually stayed in the dream world of the second level of the Quiet Wind Forest for three whole months, it's terrifying. I was killed in less than half a day......"

The audience gasped and couldn't help but marvel.

Duan Jianxin's strength, they had heard of it, but Ye Feng's existence, they only knew it from the mouths of the first batch of people, and they were not impressed.

But after looking at the battle in front of them, the name Ye Feng has definitely been deeply imprinted in their hearts, and they are afraid that it will be difficult to forget for a lifetime.