After returning to the Tian Yuan Chamber of Commerce, Mu Fan closed his door and waited quietly for the day when the qualification selection for the Day of Advent would begin.

These days, a large number of strong people have come to the Shang capital, and although Mu Fan stays at home, he can hear some rumors of strong people from Liu Changhong's mouth every day.

For example, a strong man of the Yaksha clan who single-handedly destroyed ten realms will also participate in the qualification selection, or a sword saint who has been hidden for a hundred years will reappear in the rivers and lakes.

In short, the closer you get to the day of selection, the more masters will emerge.

Many people in the Shang Capital who thought they had a chance suddenly saw so many masters suddenly appear, and their mood suddenly cooled by half.

And the appearance of these powerhouses also greatly stimulated the trading of Shangdu, and the prices of martial arts supplies such as martial arts, weapons and armor, and pills soared, and they were extremely popular.

Often, the store has just been stocked, and all the goods are snatched up in a blink of an eye.

Today's merchants are not afraid of the high price of goods, but they are afraid that there will be no goods to buy.

These people who went on a shopping spree were all Martial Emperors who were preparing to participate in the selection on the Day of Advent, and those who did not even have the minimum qualifications to participate in the selection saw this event as an opportunity to gain insight.

The people who participated in the selection competition were all strong in the Martial Emperor Realm, and the competition was completely conducted in accordance with actual combat, not only could they kill people, but also did not limit the means of attack, even if they were poisoned or cursed.

Usually, if you want to see the life-and-death struggle between the Martial Emperors, you not only need excellent luck, but also depend on whether the Martial Emperors are in a good mood in the battle.

In case they were in a bad mood, they just cleaned up the excitement, and in the end, they didn't see the good show, and they took their own lives.

But the selection competition is different, and the high-level Shangdu has already arranged more than ten special competition venues for the martial emperor on the outskirts of the city.

Each site covers an area of thousands of square meters and is surrounded by extremely defensive formations.

While allowing the fighting Martial Emperors to have sufficient combat space, it also allows those who are watching the battle to feel at ease without worrying about being affected by the aftermath of the Martial Emperor's battle.

These days, one after another, there are already big forces occupying the best viewing positions, and all the spectators are clearly divided according to their different races.

Some races are completely as they are, with horns on their heads, fangs in their mouths, and long, smelly hairs all over their bodies, even if they look horrible, and they still emit a disgusting stench.

Other races have no physical body at all, just floating in the sky like ghosts.

Only a small number of aliens will become Terrans, and they will set up viewing seats in a way unique to Terrans, and mingle with Terrans to watch the battle with them.

On the day the selection began, no less than 300,000 people had gathered in the suburbs of Shangdu, and many people who were not qualified to enter Shangdu before were allowed to enter for several days this time and had to leave immediately after the selection.

For just a few days, each of them had to pay a sky-high entrance fee to the merchants.

With this income alone, Shangdu's profit is comparable to the total profit of a prosperous realm for ten years.

Mu Fan stood in the "A Eleven" competition venue, looking at the crowd in the distance, his calm face showed a touch of boredom.

He had received information from the General Affairs Department before he came, and although he had been granted the right to participate in Advent, his qualification could be challenged by others.

Because when paying homage to the remains of the saints, the person who has the "A" token is entitled to stand in the closest place to the remains of the saints, and the "B, C, and D" in the back are ranked after the word A, and the lowest is almost a hundred miles away.

When receiving the blessings of the Sage, it is obvious that the closer you get to the remains of the Sage, the greater the benefit, and the nearest person eats meat and drinks soup, and those who are at the back can only eat some leftovers left in front.

You must know that this is a great opportunity related to the promotion of the Martial Emperor, who doesn't want to accept more blessings from the Sage? Who wants to drink the Mistral wind behind someone else's ass?

Therefore, even if the people who have the A-brand token are strong people with both reputation and strength, there are still people who want to fight for a chance to soar to the sky, so they directly challenge the A-name people on the day of the competition.

Of course, the competition arranged by Shangdu is also fair, and each A-sign token holder can only be challenged three times, and there is still a day to rest after each competition.

If he succeeds in defending three challenges, he will immediately be eligible for Advent and will not have to take on any more challenges.

Mu Fan stood in the competition venue, speechless in his heart.

Not to mention the remains of the Sage, it is a living Sage, in the realm where he destroyed at will in his previous life, an existence that is no different from an ant.

I didn't think it would be so troublesome to see the remains of an ant now.

When he was casually waiting for the unlucky guy to come to the door to challenge, he suddenly heard an angry roar from behind him: "Dog thief! It's you who ruined everything in my Nangong family! I, Nangong Yu, want you to pay for your blood debt today! ”

When Mu Fan heard that it was someone from the Nangong family who came to take revenge, he couldn't help but look back with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man who appeared behind him looked quite young, about thirty years old, but his realm had already reached the fifth level of the Martial Emperor realm.

Not only that, this Nangong Yu's breath seemed to be integrated with the surrounding heaven and earth.

Obviously, not long after coming here, the breath can be completely assimilated, as if he is a part of heaven and earth.

This kind of martial arts artistic conception is a little more profound than that of the Nangong family master.

"Although you hide it well, I can feel the subtle sword intent emanating from your body."

The smile on the corner of Mu Fan's mouth did not decrease, he stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers towards the other party, and said with a smile: "Sword realm cultivation to the sword cultivation of 'sword technique natural', come, let me see how much ability you have." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the popping of clothes on my shoulders, and a crack opened for no reason.

The crack cut was smooth, as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade.

Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

A crack appeared, and one after another cracks continued to emerge on Mu Fan's body, from his chest to his trouser legs, countless cracks tore his clothes.

In less than a few breaths, the good clothes had turned into thin and long rags.

"Dog thief, Lao Tzu's 'Heartless Sword' never kills nameless rats! But you crumbs, I can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood! ”

Nangong Yu had murderous intent in his eyes, and yelled at Mu Fan with an angry face: "Your crime of destroying the Nangong family, just taking your life is far from enough, Lao Tzu wants to cut off your flesh piece by piece, and cut off your bones with a sword, I ......"

Mu Fan stood in the dense invisible sword rain, plucked his ears speechlessly, and inadvertently interrupted Nangong Yu's roar: "Shut up, is the Nangong family's braggadocio character a family inheritance?" ”

"Are you here to kill me, or are you here to tear my clothes? My outfit is quite comfortable to wear, and if you dare to tear it apart, then pay it with your life! ”

As he spoke, Mu Fan condensed the power of eight hundred overlapping forces, and pointed towards Nangong Yu in the air.

The invisible sword qi along the way was rushed away by the superimposed finger strength of eight hundred heavy forces, constantly exploding in the air one after another surging waves of qi.

Nangong Yu looked at Mu Fan's golden glowing skin under his broken clothes in disbelief, he didn't believe that his heartless sword couldn't cause the slightest damage to Mu Fan.

Before he could make another move, he saw a finger-sized cloud of qi blast into a vacuum in the air, snapping in and out, piercing his throat on the spot.

Nangong Yu's eyes widened, and he covered his bloody throat with both hands, "Ahhhh