The morning light slowly kicked off, and it was another gorgeous and colorful morning.

On the "Fengwu Field", a group of children of the Nie family have gathered one after another, as well as an inner high-ranking figure.

It is said that he was specially invited to participate in this martial arts meeting, and deservedly was elected as the chief referee.

The three Great Elders from the outer layer of the family: Tie Mianqing, Nie Changfeng, and Nie Santong also rushed over one after another, and sat down on the elder's table, their faces full of red light.

When Nie Feng arrived at the Heavenly Martial Field, his eyes couldn't help but look around curiously, this was the first time he had come here.

I saw that on the Fengwu field, there was a competition platform with a diameter of 1,000 meters, which was made of extremely hard stones, and had experienced several years of wind and rain and vicissitudes.

As time went on, the crowd grew and numbered in the thousands!

Most of these people are out-level disciples, and very few inner-level disciples come here, perhaps because they don't look down on the competition of out-level disciples.

"I don't know how many people will be eliminated this year. ”

"Yes, in previous years, only those who ranked in the top three would have a chance to enter the inner layer. As for the others, I think forget it. ”

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Several outer disciples, with a listless look, whispered.

The people waited for a long time.

"Look, that's 'Nie Qing' here!"

I don't know who shouted such a sentence, which caused a sensation in the group.

The focus of everyone's attention was a young man in a green robe with blue hair and two large golden earrings on his earlobes.

Its gaze is cold and cold like frost, and people dare not look at it.

Behind Nie Qing, Nie Lingyun was coming together.

"Nie Qing, the third-ranked Nie Qing in the outer layer?"

Nie Feng recognized the young man's illustrious status and identity at a glance.

When Nie Lingyun saw Nie Feng, he hurriedly bent down and walked to Nie Qing's side and whispered something.

"You're that waste Nie Feng?"

Nie Qing was expressionless, glanced at Nie Feng and said.

"Exactly. ”

"So, Nie Lingyun, this idiot was injured by you?"

"That's right, it's me. ”

Nie Feng was not afraid and replied.

What, idiot?

Nie Lingyun stood aside, intimidated by Nie Qing's majesty, so he had to temporarily suppress the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

"Huh, Nie Qing, who is ranked third, why does he look at a waste like this?"

"You don't know, that kid Nie Feng, ······ Nie Lingyun last time"

"Oh, I see, no wonder. ”

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Several outer disciples whispered.

"Boy, after the martial arts meeting is over, you must be prepared to be crippled. ”

Nie Qing threw away his words and walked towards the place where there was a lot of people.

The meaning of his words was obvious, and Nie Feng knew it.

"Hear me, little brute, you must be prepared to be crippled. ”

Nie Lingyun sneered at Nie Feng, and walked towards Nie Qing with satisfaction.

"Nie Ruthless, that's the second-ranked Nie Ruthless!"

The eyes of everyone present began to move with that exclamation again, and all of them were fixed on the body of a black-robed young man.

"His cultivation is the Eight Great Consummations of the Martial Body Realm!"

A young warrior was a little moved.

"Look there, Nie Long is flying!"

Everyone followed the prestige again, only to see Nie Longfei, who was wearing a tan robe, with two or three teenagers coming slowly.

Nie Feng looked at it from afar, and he felt a cold aura that was even stronger than last time, cold into his bone marrow.

"Martial Body Realm Nine Crazy Peak!"

The crowd exploded, and the discussion continued.

And Nie Feng was even more shocked.

Unexpectedly, in just two or three days, the other party's cultivation was consolidated and improved again! It can be seen that his cultivation has skyrocketed!

On the elder seat, Nie Santong looked at Nie Longfei's figure, and couldn't help but nod and praise: "Well, this son's talent and strength are quite good." ”

"No, no. That's just a superficial phenomenon, my personal disciple Nie Qing can be regarded as a real talent. ”

Tie Mianqing on the side said disapprovingly.

Today is the first competition of the Martial Arts Association, and it is a contest of hundreds of outer disciples except for the top three disciples.

In other words, through this first competition, the top 10 players will be selected, and then they will compete with the top 3 disciples.

In the end, the top three disciples entered the inner layer, and the rest were all eliminated.

The cultivation of the contestants must be above the fivefold martial arts realm, but it also includes the fivefold.

"Nie Wuru, who is second in the outer layer, and Nie Longfei, who is ranked third, have already arrived, but why don't you see the first figure in the outer layer?"

"Then who knows, I guess he looks down on this game. After all, this day is a competition for those of us who are newbies. ”

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The two or three teenagers beside Nie Feng muttered in a whisper.

As time passed, half an hour later, a loud voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Today's martial arts meeting is about to begin, so please enter the competition separately. ”

As soon as this sound came out, everyone present was silent.

"In the first round of the competition, two cultivators of the Fifth Martial Body Realm came to the stage. ”

As soon as the loud voice was finished, a long-faced young man jumped onto the competition platform and came to the center of the martial platform.

"My exercise, called 'Flat Sand Sweeping Leaf Legs', has reached the peak of madness. ”

The young man said, pushed the qi and blood in his body, and kicked out his feet in the air again and again, accompanied by gusts of wind, so fast that there was no shadow.

"The carving insect skills dare to show off. ”

With a "Teng" sound, a thin boy jumped out of the crowd and jumped on the competition platform.

The two teenagers soon got tangled together.

The martial arts cultivated by the thin boy is a set of high-level palm techniques, and the power and heat have reached the point of perfection.

Smack!poof——

There were a few shocks, but after only two or three moves, the long-faced young man was knocked to the ground with a palm.

"Hmph, with your big strength, you dare to come to today's martial arts meeting. ”

The skinny boy scoffed.

"In the first competition, the skinny boy Nie Linsheng wins!"

The referee shouted in a loud voice.

After the battle was decided, he quickly faced the challenge of his next opponent.

The entire martial arts meeting was carried out in an orderly manner.

In the more than a dozen competitions, most of them were cultivators of the fourth or fifth level of the martial physical realm, and the disciples of the sixth level of the martial physical realm had no intention of interfering at all.

However, with the gradual competition again and again, there are more and more powerful disciples on the field.

At this moment, a young figure on the stage stood up and said:

"No, Nie Guang, I am willing to understand the strength of the disciples in the audience. ”

Nie Guang's body is vigorous, giving people a sense of stability and heaviness.

His cultivation was at the peak of the sixfold madness of the martial arts realm, and his strong momentum and powerful martial cultivation aura made several teenagers in the audience hold their breath and dare not raise their heads straight.

Nie Feng relied on his keen senses to compare the strength of himself and Nie Guang, and the result was that the strength of the other party's qi and blood was slightly stronger than his own.

With Nie Feng's current strength, he is not much different from Nie Guang.

"I'm coming!"

In the crowd, a teenager with a tail in his mouth strode out.

Nie Feng recognized at a glance that he was the young man who often followed Nie Lingyun's side.

Nie Guang took a good time, looking up and down, the grass-holding boy who walked up to the stage step by step.