Chapter 63: The Spiritual Assembly

When the morning sun rose, Feng Yi also woke up from the coma and sat up from the bed.

"Awake?" Seeing Feng Yi wake up, Mu Yuwei, who was sitting on the side, said.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Feng Yi asked.

"It didn't last long, just one night. Mu Yuwei replied.

"The devotional assembly is still an hour away, so hurry up. Mu Yuwei finished speaking and walked out of the room.

After breakfast, Feng Yi and Mu Yuwei went to the Qincheng Martial Arts Arena together

Today's Qincheng is also particularly lively, and the way to the martial arts arena is also a little crowded. After coming to the martial arts arena and showing the ink-colored token, Feng Yi and Mu Yuwei successfully entered the martial arts arena.

Mu Yuwei went to the audience, while Feng Yi came to the area around the stage, where the contestants were.

In the center of the arena are ten large battle platforms, which can accommodate up to 100,000 people around them. There are quite a few participants in this year's spiritual conference, with more than 500 people, so the time spent on this spiritual conference will also be relatively large. It is expected to take five days.

With the passage of time, the martial arts arena has also become full, and the Qincheng Spiritual Cultivator Conference can be regarded as the curtain has begun.

There are five large seats in the audience of the martial arts arena, and there are five middle-aged men with extraordinary bearing, obviously, since these five people can sit here, their status in Qincheng is quite high.

Sitting in the first place in the middle is the city lord of Qincheng, Meng Hui, whose cultivation is at the third order of Yuanling, and can be said to be the first person in Qincheng. Sitting on Meng Hui's left side is Xing De, the boss of this martial arts arena, whose cultivation has also reached the Yuan Spirit Realm, and he is also the deputy city lord of Qincheng.

Sitting on the right side of Meng Hui was Lu Liyan, the head of the Lu family. The Lu family can be said to be the largest family in Qincheng, and its family's business is involved in almost any aspect. It also has a lot of status in the Wan Mall, and it is said that the Lu family also has contacts with the Wan Yong Chamber of Commerce. The power is also quite huge.

To the right of Lu Liyan is the largest arms merchant in Qincheng, Di Ruoming. He almost occupied nearly seventy percent of the spirit soldiers in Qincheng. Sitting on the far left is also the patriarch of a very powerful family in Qincheng, his name is Mo Yang, he is an alchemist, and his own strength has also reached the Danling realm, plus his alchemy skills, he is also well-known in Qincheng.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Meng Hui stood up from his seat.

"The five-year spiritual assembly has started again, and I believe that this time a large number of young talents will emerge.

Everyone knows the prizes this time, so I won't say more, but I will briefly talk about the rules of this spiritual conference.

The number of people in this spiritual assembly is large, so there will be a qualifier two days ago, and there are a total of ten battle platforms in this martial arts arena. There can be 20 players at a time, and you only need to win three consecutive rounds in today's qualifiers to advance, and tomorrow you can advance by winning two games in a row. Those who make the cut will compete in a qualifying battle on the third day to determine the winner.

The spiritual assembly we hold is not a fight of life and death, so don't be ruthless, every battle platform, there is a referee, if anyone makes a dead hand, then they will be immediately disqualified, and there will be punishment. Meng Hui's voice was mixed with rolling spiritual power, which spread throughout the entire martial arts arena.

"Alright, now I announce that the Spiritual Assembly has officially begun!"

When the bell rang, ten old men in white robes appeared on the battle platform, and the sleeve robes in their hands flew to the hands of the participants.

Feng Yi reached out and took one of the streamers, which was a transparent token with the number one hundred and thirty-two written on it.

"One hundred and thirty-two. Feng Yi silently read the number in his hand, he should be on the third battle platform.

"Remember their numbers, and later on each stage, the referee will randomly draw two people. Meng Hui said.

"Thirteenth, nineth!"

"Sixty-seven, eighty-four!"

"One hundred and fourteen, one hundred and thirty-two!"

"One hundred and sixty-nine, one hundred and eighty-eight!"

"No, the first one is me, don't be so unlucky. Feng Yi was a little helpless, for this kind of game mode, it was really who was unlucky first, this is a wheel battle, and you must win three games in a row. If you win two games and lose the third game, then the person who wins will advance directly.

On tiptoe, Feng Yi came to the third battle platform, and his opponent was a man in a white shirt, holding a folding fan, looking personable. The strength is also not bad, in the seventh order of the Gathering Spirit. If this kind of strength and talent is in Qingyang Town, it will be the top.

Feng Yi felt unlucky, and his opponent felt even more unlucky, this was the first game, that is, he met an opponent above the Pure Spirit Period, and he offended the great god.

"Let's get started. "The referee of the third battle platform is an old man who is nearly sixty years old, who was once the first guard of the City Lord's Mansion, and now he is the Great Elder of the City Lord's Mansion, and his strength is at the eighth order of Danling.

"Show your spirit soldiers. The white-shirted young man folded the fan in his hand and pointed it directly at Feng Yi.

"Forget it, I won't use the spirit soldiers, so you won't lose too ugly. Feng Yi shook his head and said with a smile.

"You look down on people too much!" The white-shirted young man spread the folding fan in his hand, his toes touched the ground lightly, and his figure quickly approached Feng Yi.

When he was approaching Fengyi, the spiritual power in his body surged, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly slashed down, and a cold light flashed on the edge of the folding fan, and the sharp folding fan seemed to be made of pure gold and dark iron, and the power was really not small.

"Brother, I'm for your good, why are you so atmospheric. Feng Yi flashed sideways, pointed at the wrist of the white-shirted young man, and said with a little smile.

"Bastard, die!" the white-shirted young man shouted angrily, his spiritual power poured into his arm, and he smashed his fist into Feng Yi.

The white-shirted young man was already aroused by Feng Yi's anger, and he had no way to make a move, but Feng Yi found a flaw and kicked off the battlefield.

"This kid is not bad!" Meng Hui smiled.

"Yes, this kid is quite smart to be able to mess up his opponent with words, and then find his opponent's flaws and defeat them. Xing De also laughed.

"It's just a little clever, and it can't be on the table. Mo Yang looked a little scoffing.

"One hundred and ten!" After Feng Yi defeated his opponent, the referee called the next contestant and didn't give Feng Yi time to rest at all.

Feng Yi's second opponent was a man with a strong body, but he only held on to five moves in Feng Yi's hands before being defeated by Feng Yi.

When Feng Yi knocked the second opponent off the battle platform, a voice came from the sixth battle platform, "Two hundred and eighty-three promotion!"

"This person is so strong!" Feng Yi secretly exclaimed, being able to advance at this speed means that his three opponents have at most one move in his hands.

It was an ordinary-looking young man, but the spear in his hand was particularly eye-catching, it was a golden spear, with a black dragon pattern entrenched on it, and the golden spear was beyond the grade of the Xuan-level superlative, and it was a quasi-earth-level spiritual soldier.

The strength of the young man is also quite strong, reaching the level of the fifth order of pure spirit.