In the past, Qianyu City Square was now encircled as a competition venue.

In order to highlight the strength of the Thousand Feather Country and the demeanor of the ten southeastern countries, in this competition, the Thousand Feather Kingdom not only invited the master of the Sword Emperor Hall to come to the venue and be the judge of the competition, but also invited the master of the Sword Emperor of the Wuluo Kingdom, who has the reputation of the twelve powerhouses of the Tianyuan Continent, to come to the competition.

This tournament is different from previous tournaments in that not only a single ring match is set, but also a survival match is set up in groups of three people to compete at the same time.

Before the game, when they heard that those who participated in the solo competition were not allowed to sign up for the survival competition in groups of three, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

Originally, they thought that they were well prepared and were bound to let Ye Feng win two trophies in the youth group, but now it seems that Ye Feng can only participate in the single ring competition.

His eyes wandered among the many disciples, and finally Hai Wuya set his eyes on Longwen and Lu Fei among the subordinate disciples.

Longman and Lu Fei are now all second-level swordsmen, and there is nothing wrong with their strength to participate in the competition, but when they think that the contestants must be three, Hai Wuya has a hard time for the last spot.

"Sect Master Hai, if you have no opinion, send our Illusory Sword Sect's Su Yafeng to form a combination with Longwen and Lu Fei, what do you think?" Qiu Yang suddenly said.

Hai Wuya was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of Qiuyang.

Indeed, among the people they brought who were eligible to participate in this year's youth competition, Su Yafeng's strength was the most, followed by Longman and Lu Fei.

Thinking of this competition, it does not represent any sect, but represents the entire Yin Shang Kingdom, and Hai Wuya nodded solemnly.

Together with Qiuyang, after gathering the three of Longman together, Hai Wuya carefully explained the rules of this survival competition.

In this year's survival competition, the arena is not here, but in the mixed forest mountain range in the southeast of Thousand Feather City.

Different from simple fighting, the survival competition not only requires all participating teams to live in the mixed forest mountain range for three days, but also requires each team to fight each other until three days later, when they reach the end of the competition, the end camp under the hillside behind the mixed forest mountain range, and get the victory flag.

The venue of the contest is not set in the square, which brings a lot of inconvenience to watching. In order to meet the needs of the Sword Emperor Hall powerhouses and the sword cultivators of the Ten Kingdoms, the Thousand Feather Country Sword Cultivators placed nearly a thousand memory stones at all angles of the entire Mixed Forest Mountain Range before the start of the competition.

In addition to these memory stones, which will always send the picture back to the arena, there is also a strong sword emperor in the Sword Emperor Hall who will hold the memory stone and levitate on the mixed forest mountain range, capturing all kinds of wonderful battle scenes at any time.

After Hai Wuya and Qiuyang told the three of Longman, the judges of the competition had already blown the assembly whistle.

Hearing the assembly password, Longwen, Lu Fei, and Su Yafeng walked towards the assembly place together. On the way, Su Yafeng suddenly spoke: "With the strength of the two of you, it is really a question of whether you can survive or not to participate in the survival competition." Anyway, you don't hold me back at a critical moment. ”

Su Yafeng's words made Longwen and Lu Fei both furious.

The two of them glared at Su Yafeng angrily, and at the same time pointed their thumbs down, making insulting movements, and then said: "Hmph, who has the ability or not, you have to see the real chapter in the end." For a long time, I always thought that the Phantom Sword Sect was a paper tiger that could be said but not done. ”

Before participating in the competition, the three of them already had contradictions and disagreements.

Seeing that the three of Longwen did not cooperate as sincerely as they imagined, Hai Wuya couldn't help but have a trace of hidden worry in his eyes.

"Qiuyang, is this a mistake?" Hai Wuya asked confidently.

On his side, Qiu Yang's expression was also a little embarrassed, and he pondered for a long time before he replied uncertainly: "Probably not, Yafeng is arrogant, but he is not a person who does not know the general situation, and when they enter the arena, they will definitely be able to release their previous suspicions." ”

There are only 10 teams in the youth group of the 10 southeastern countries participating in the survival competition.

And after seeing these ten team camps, Qiuyang's last confidence disappeared without a trace.

Among the ten southeastern countries, except for the three disciples sent by Xiuyun Kingdom who had dealt with the situation and were not strong enough to reach the realm of sword masters, the disciples sent by the other eight countries were all masters with the strength of sword masters from level three to level seven.

Among the many contestants, the players of the Thousand Feathers Country are undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Of the three disciples sent by the Thousand Feather Country, the weakest one also had the strength of a fifth-level sword master, and this one person alone overwhelmed eighty percent of the sword cultivators of the other nine countries in terms of strength.

"It seems that Qianyu Country has full confidence in this survival competition. After carefully identifying the strength of the contestants, the people of the sea no longer have any idea of winning the top three in the survival economy competition.

When the survival contestants were brought to the Mixed Forest Mountains, the solo ring competition in the arena had already begun.

Due to the fact that there are nearly 100 people from the Ten Nations Sword Cultivators who signed up for the Single Competitive Competition, it was decided by the Organizing Committee of the competition that the young group of Sword Cultivators who signed up for the competition would decide the opponents of the competition by drawing lots, and then open 50 rings at the same time to hold competitions.

The draw is divided into two colors, red and black, in which the opponent who draws the red number is the opponent who holds the same number as the black lot.

During the lottery process, Ye Feng drew the red No. 9 lot, and He Huan drew the black No. 12. And Jiang Ziwei got the red No. 45.

Under the guidance of the staff of the competition, Ye Feng and the three of them walked towards the ring to which they belonged.

After seeing He Huan's opponent from a distance, who was only a ninth-level sword master, Ye Feng smiled slightly.

The person who met He Huan was definitely the one with the worst luck. You must know that He Huan is a person, no matter what the strength of the other party is, he will never leave a back hand, and this makes the people who fight against him more or less have to suffer a lot of damage.

Jiang Ziwei's opponent is also a ninth-level sword master. Although the opponent's strength is similar to Jiang Ziwei, in terms of combat momentum, it is far inferior to Jiang Ziwei.

Just a cursory glance at Jiang Ziwei's opponent, Ye Feng had already judged that the other party would undoubtedly lose.

After analyzing the opponents of the two people, Ye Feng slowly stepped into the No. 9 ring.

He stood in the ring for half a minute, and still didn't see anyone standing up with a black No. 9 stick, and his eyes couldn't help but be full of doubt.

The number of draws is corresponding, and this also makes the game never empty, and now, he has been in the ring for a long time, but still has not seen his opponent, which is undoubtedly very abnormal.

The staff in charge of the No. 9 ring is a middle-aged sword cultivator in his forties.

Seeing that the black sign No. 9 was reluctant to play, the middle-aged sword cultivator exuded a strong evil aura.

"Who is the black sign nine? I have dozens of numbers, if you don't play again, don't blame me for disqualifying you. The middle-aged sword cultivator shouted loudly.

However, when he shouted eight, he still didn't see the black sign nine playing.

Another judge in the ring, seeing the situation here, couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, walked over quickly, and said, "Brother Qi, you don't have to shout, I think the black lottery No. 9 has already given up fighting." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at Ye Feng on the stage, lowered his voice, and said to the judge named Qi Tao: "Brother Qi, don't you know that this guy standing in the ring is Ye Feng who wiped out the Bai family?"

"Leaf ...... Ye Feng ......" Qi Tao was stunned suddenly.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Feng's body, and Qi Tao's eyes were full of shock.

If he knew that it was Ye Feng standing on the stage, he would not have stupidly shouted for people to fight against him.

What are you kidding, among the ten southeastern countries, there are a few players in the youth group who dare to fight against the twenty-year-old Sword Emperor powerhouse.

"Ye Feng, you don't have to fight. You are the winner of this tournament. Qi Tao said weakly.

After saying this, his brow furrowed.

Originally, he planned to take the opportunity to be a judge to show off his might, but now he suddenly found that he didn't seem to have this opportunity anymore.

As the judge of the No. 9 ring, Qi Tao knows very well that in the next promotion match, no matter what kind of license Ye Feng draws, he will complete the fight in the No. 9 ring, and with Ye Feng here, it is estimated that no one will be stupid to challenge on the stage.

Qi Tao's announcement made Ye Feng shrug his shoulders helplessly.

As the first winner in the knockout round, Ye Feng did not have the slightest feeling of a winner.

From beginning to end, he never saw his opponent look like him, and this was undoubtedly very boring for him.

As Qi Tao showed the sign of the No. 9 ring to end the game, the sword cultivators of the ten southeastern countries watching around were all stunned.

It has been less than a minute since the ring began, and many players are even brewing and have never made a move, but the No. 9 ring has already been played.

People who don't know what to do began to talk about it, suspecting that there was something wrong with the No. 9 ring.

And those sword cultivators who had already recognized Ye Feng all wisely closed their mouths.

"What do you know? Did you see the young man who jumped down from the No. 9 ring? His name is Ye Feng, and he is the Ye Feng who fought with Bai Wenping in Longtan Pool a few days ago and killed Bai Wenping. ”

"What, the champion of the ninth ring is Ye Feng?"

For a moment, all the onlookers froze, and some of them felt extremely incredible in their hearts.

It is rumored that Ye Feng is a Sword Emperor powerhouse, and a Sword Emperor powerhouse came to participate in the sword cultivation competition of the young group, isn't this not a way for other sword cultivators to live?

On the rostrum directly south of the arena, Sima Tang sat side by side with a tall and burly middle-aged man with a white beard.

That middle-aged man was Qin Ruoyang, the fourth-level sword emperor of the Wuluo Kingdom.

Sensing the strangeness of the No. 9 ring, Qin Ruoyang couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Brother Sima, what happened in the No. 9 ring?" Qin Ruoyang asked.

Hearing Qin Ruoyang's question, Sima Tang withdrew his gaze that stayed on Ye Feng, and said helplessly: "It's nothing, it's just that a young Sword Emperor powerhouse who is fully qualified to participate in the youth group competition has appeared." ”

"A Sword Emperor powerhouse who is qualified to participate in the Youth Competition?" Fiercely, Qin Ruoyang stood up from his chair, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng, his face full of shock.

In the Tian Yuan Continent, the Ten Southeast Kingdoms were only backward countries in a remote corner, and in terms of overall strength and sword cultivation level, they were generally weaker than the countries in the Central Plains.

It's just that even so, Qin Ruoyang also knows what a thirty-year-old Sword Emperor powerhouse represents.

"Brother Sima, that young man is thirty years old?" Qin Ruoyang asked in fear.

Seeing that Qin Ruoyang was a little out of shape, Sima Tang felt a burst of happiness in his heart. Masters all want to be faced, even Sima Tang is not exempt from vulgarity.

He shook his head and said, "No, Ye Feng's real age this year is only twenty years old. ”

With a "bang", Qin Ruoyang, who stood up, fell into the chair again.

Looking at Ye Feng, he muttered in disbelief: "Impossible, even if it is a peerless genius who has been cultivating since his mother's womb, it is impossible to advance to become a Sword Emperor powerhouse at the age of twenty!"