Half an hour later, above the VIP seats, the void fluctuated.

Airplanes!

A figure slowly appeared, and the grandmasters in the VIP seat suddenly noticed, and they all stood up, bowed to the figure and said, "See the War King!"

Seeing this, everyone else in the audience also quickly stood up.

The figure slowly appeared, only to see that the person who came was a man in his thirties, burly, heroic, exuding a terrifying momentum, just looking at it There was an urge to bow and worship, this person was the king of war.

The War King smiled kindly and said, "Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there's something going on over there in the forbidden land, it's too late."

As he spoke, his figure slowly fell, and he sat in the middle of the top of the VIP seat.

After the war king sat down, the others sat down one after another.

He Feng said respectfully, "Lord Warlord, I don't know how everything is going with the old principal?"

The War King smiled, "Principal He, don't call me that, speaking of which, you are still my senior, just call me Lao Li." Don't worry, the teacher is always stronger, and his body is stronger than mine."

He Feng put his mind at ease and said, "That's good."

Seeing that the War King was so kind, the other great masters also came over to talk, saying some flattering words, and by the way, they inquired about the situation in the secret realm of the East China Sea.

When the King of War arrived, the group of freshmen began to shout.

"Is that man the War King? I heard that his realm is above that of the Grandmaster, and I really hope to reach that realm one day."

"Save it, what a genius the War King is, it's good that we people can become grandmasters in our lifetime."

"My generation of warriors, we should aim for the king of war."

Everyone was paying attention to the King of War, and it seemed that they had forgotten about the game.

Lin Fan, who was standing in the crowd, saw the momentum displayed by the war king, and he also yearned for it.

"The powerhouse of the Martial King Realm, the life level has undergone a transformation, and it is simply not as strong as a human being."

He said secretly in his heart.

Looking at the blazing atmosphere in the field, He Feng looked at the War King and said, "Lord War King, let the freshmen start the game."

The War King said politely, "Okay, okay, it's up to Principal He to decide."

He Feng nodded, cleared his throat, and the words containing strong spiritual power sounded: "Students, please be quiet."

His voice drowned out all the noise, and the whole square immediately fell silent.

Seeing that everyone finally calmed down, He Feng continued: "The rules of this freshman competition must be known to everyone, so I won't say more, as for the prizes, the first place will be rewarded with a spiritual power cultivation method and ten Yuan Spirit Pills, the second to tenth places will be rewarded with a high-level exercise or martial art, the eleventh to the hundredth will be rewarded with intermediate exercises or martial arts, and the one hundred to third hundredth places will also be rewarded with pills. I hope you can work hard, give full play to your strength, and achieve a good ranking, and now I announce that this freshman league has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of mentors immediately got up from their seats, divided into eight teams, and came to the eight rings to maintain order, and then announced the battle list.

The freshmen whose names they called were at the same time put in the ring to compete.

On the side of ring 8, a middle-aged mentor began to read the name: "First round, first game, Fang Li vs. Shen Zhou."

The two freshmen stepped into the No. 8 ring and fought fiercely.

Lin Fan just glanced at it, and he was no longer interested, it was too weak!

The two freshmen seemed to be from ordinary martial arts universities, just first-level martial artists, and in his eyes, their movements were like slow motion.

Soon, the two decided the winner, and then moved on to the next one.

Race by game, there are constantly people who lose, and the faces of those who win are full of joy, and they succeed in the next round, and those who fail exit gloomily.

The referee continued to read: "In the first round, the thirty-ninth game, Lin Fan is crazy about Xie."

"It's finally me."

Lin Fan slowly walked into the ring, and opposite him,

A freshman leaped and landed lightly in the ring.

"Good body!"

"That Xie Mad seems to be a freshman in the Demon Capital Martial Arts University rankings, and the person opposite is too unlucky, and he will be brushed down in the first game."

"It is said that Xie Mad once killed a high-level demon beast with one sword, and his strength is very terrifying."

Xie Fan looked at Lin Fan and sneered, "I heard that you offended Brother Chen, let's say, do you want to jump out of the ring by yourself, or will I send you down?"

Lin Fan was expressionless and ignored him.

Xie Madness showed a trace of disdain, pulled out his long knife, and an astonishing momentum erupted, and powerful golden spiritual power continued to pour out.

"Rank 7 Martial Artist! The spiritual power fluctuations emitted from Xie Mad have definitely reached the seventh level of a martial artist."

"Shhh Rank 7 martial artists can definitely compete for the top ten."

Hearing the commotion from the audience, Xie Mad showed a smug look on his face, and said, "Lin Fan, draw your sword, I'll let you make three moves first."

Lin Fan glanced at him and said lightly, "No need, you don't need a weapon to deal with a commodity like you."

"You're looking for death!"

Xie Yan was suddenly furious, his body moved, and he came to Lin Fan in an instant, and the long knife turned into a golden light and slashed down angrily.

In the face of this extremely sharp golden light, Lin Fan used his fire spiritual power to control his aura at the level of an eighth-level martial artist, and blasted out with a punch, directly hitting the sword.

Rumble!

His fire spiritual power had reached the third grade, and the powerful force directly defeated the golden spiritual power on Xie Mad's knife, and the furious fire swept away along the long knife.

Xie Qi only felt a violent force attacking, the tiger's mouth cracked open, blood flowed for a long time, and the long knife flew out of his hand.

His face was full of disbelief: "How is this possible, you are already an eighth-level martial artist?!"

Lin Fan flew up and kicked Xie Mad's abdomen, and his whole person flew out upside down at a very fast speed, and he fell directly into the ring.

"Lin Fansheng!"

As the referee announced the result of the game, the crowd watching the game reacted.

It's so fast!

Originally, everyone thought that Lin Fan had lost, but who knew that it was just an instant, and the scene was reversed.

In just two moves, he defeated Xie Mad, one of the favorites in this competition.

"Eight... Eighth-level martial artists, except for the three god-level geniuses, no one can reach this level."

"I remember, that person is Lin Fan, the one who has an appointment with Chen Tian and Ye Qingxuan, the two god-level geniuses."

"No wonder he dared to make an appointment, it turned out that he had this kind of confidence, that Xie Mad was really lucky, and he met this evil star in the first game."

The freshmen on the side of the No. 8 ring were amazed, and prayed in their hearts not to meet Lin Fan.

After winning the first game easily, Lin Fan walked out of the ring unhurriedly.

Wang Hu greeted him with a smile and said, "Congratulations on your victory in the first battle."

Lin Fan shook his head: "This isn't even a warm-up."

The corners of Wang Hu's mouth twitched, Lin Fan was simply a pervert, and that Xie Mad was on par with his own strength.

Doesn't that mean that he can't even warm up in front of Lin Fan, Wang Hu is a little depressed, I really don't know how this guy cultivates.