On the arena, there was a fierce battle for every position.

However, the most intense, even almost tragic, fighting undoubtedly took place at the fifty position.

In other positions, the monks mostly have reservations, and will not take the ranks at the cost of their own serious injuries. After all, if you fail in a challenge, you have a second chance to come to power.

Moreover, at the cost of serious injuries, even if they win the position, can they hold on? It is impossible for the seriously injured to keep the top 100 list. A serious injury means elimination.

But the fiftieth position of the arena is different.

Every monk challenger who rushed forward went out to fight, with an almost crazy momentum, trying to drive away the fifty keeper at all costs.

So much so that in just one hour, more than a dozen seriously injured challengers appeared.

Seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, this also means that they are completely out of this Xianmen test.

The sudden and tragic fighting method of the No. 50 Fighting Platform immediately attracted the attention of many monks in the arena.

Around the huge arena, tens of thousands of disciples of the third generation, who were either on the observation platform or riding on top of the birds to watch the big test, began to notice the No. 50 Fighting Fa Platform, which was fighting extremely fiercely.

"Who is the fiftieth keeper?"

"He seems to be called Ye Chen. Still, I've never heard of this person before, and it's not just out of nowhere. ”

"He's too ruthless! In one go, he has seriously injured more than a dozen monks who challenged him. Even if it's competing for the top 10 and top 30, it's not so ruthless!"

"You just see him shoot hard, and you don't see his opponent shoot harder. Those monks were like playing with their lives, rushing forward one by one, risking their lives to fight. I really don't know what they're doing, could it be that they have a grudge against Ye Chen?!"

"I don't know if this Ye Chen can finally enter the top 100!"

"It's still early! This big test has just begun!"

The three generations of disciples had a lot of discussions

Xianmen Arena, on the observation deck of the second generation of true disciples.

Feng Zhongjie sat in one of the positions, watching the three generations of disciples of the Feng faction ascend to the fiftieth fighting platform, and then they were seriously injured and defeated one by one, his face gradually turned pale.

His hands were shaking.

Certainly not fear and fear.

He was a second-generation true cultivator, the core heir of the Feng faction of the Heavenly Void Immortal Sect, how could he be afraid of a small third-generation disciple!

He was shaking, he was so angry that he was almost going to explode. He used his power as a deacon of the Miscellaneous Servant Hall to send Ye Chen to the remote Nanhu mining area, trying to suppress Ye Chen quietly and make it impossible for him to grow. It seems that it obviously didn't work out.

None of these old things are mentioned.

The most important thing now is to use the strength of the three generations of disciples of the Feng faction to drive Ye Chen out of the top 100 rankings of the Immortal Sect.

However, the difficulty was surprisingly high.

This year, there were more than thirty disciples of the Feng Department who participated in the Immortal Gate Examination, and nearly half of them were seriously injured in Ye Chen's hands.

Every time Ye Chen won a game, Feng Zhongjie's face became more and more ugly.

Feng Zhongjie could almost see that after Ye Chen's victory every time, he looked up indifferently at his location. This is not just not taking him seriously, it is simply provocative.

Arrogant!

A small third-generation disciple dares to slap him in the face!

Feng Zhongjie's anger burned in his heart, filling his entire chest.

Wang De's face was also changing, from the initial firm implementation of Feng Zhongjie's orders, to a little hesitant.

Compared with Feng Zhongjie's anger, he was more regretful.

He had already seen Ye Chen's strength. He is proficient in the beginner spells of various departments, and has mastered no less than ten of them, which is extremely rare among the three generations of disciples. Ye Chen's strength is probably enough to rank in the top 30 in the list of the Xianmen Big Exam.

Wang De hesitated for a while, and when he saw that another Feng disciple was seriously injured, he finally couldn't help but persuade, "Senior Brother Feng, do you want them to stop challenging the Fifty? The consumption of this challenge is too serious, and it is not conducive to the Feng family's competition for the list of the Immortal Gate Examination!"

"No, keep fighting, beat him down!"

Feng Zhongjie clenched his fists, and his voice was fierce.

"Senior Brother Feng, the battle situation is obviously unfavorable now. Only half of the three generations of Feng monks were on the field. If they continue to fight, it is very likely that they will all be seriously injured and withdraw from the Immortal Gate Examination! ”

Wang De persuaded bitterly.

Feng Zhongjie pointed to the arena, turned his head to Wang De, and said angrily, "Just their group of waste, what do I want them to do?! Dozens of late-stage Qi refining cultivators, can't they take a single monk in the wheel battle!"

"Two years ago, I served as the director of the Xianmen Elementary Examination, carefully selecting and looking for dozens of their outstanding third-generation disciples. Except for Ye Chen, the other most outstanding batches, all of which can be recruited, have been recruited by me!"

"In the past few years, I have spent a lot of effort to arrange them in some important positions in the Xianmen, carefully cultivated, and invested enough money, so that they can be of great use in the future!"

"But now, look at their group of waste, all of them together can't shake that Ye Chen in the slightest!"

The more Feng Zhongjie spoke, the more angry he became, and he was already a little angry.

"This Ye Chen won four consecutive victories in the small test back then, and he was naturally better than other monks. Perhaps, we can re-woo him! As long as we pay enough benefits, he should be tempted. In this way, the Feng family will be able to have one more extremely powerful monk. ”

Wang De did not give up hard persuasion.

When Feng Zhongjie heard this, he seemed to waver, but quickly regained his firmness, "It's useless." He refused without hesitation, preferring to go to the Nanhu mining area to mine rather than surrender. Now if you want him to work, it is even more impossible. Since it has been done, it must be done thoroughly, send the rest up, and drive him out of the Xianmen big exam list. Otherwise, he will become a foundation building monk, a second-generation true disciple of the Xianmen, and he will have a big trouble in the future!"

"The price paid now is only dozens of third-generation disciples, and this blow can be afforded. If he becomes a foundation building monk in the future, I am afraid that the second generation of disciples may not be able to suppress him!"

Feng Zhongjie was ruthless.

"Alright!

Wang De couldn't persuade Feng Zhongjie, he was a little helpless and extremely regretful. No one knew how much they would have to pay to drive Ye Chen off the Xianmen Arena

Since you want to continue fighting, you must continue to fight with iron heart.

Wang De once again sent a transmission note to the three generations of Feng monks in the arena, and in an extremely stern tone, he ordered them to drive Ye Chen off the arena. Xu Sheng is not allowed to lose, even if the whole army is annihilated, he must fight to the end.

The remaining ten or so third-generation disciples of the Feng family, in the unfavorable situation of the battle, originally expected that the above would be able to revoke the order to challenge the fiftieth. But after receiving this transmission note, they knew that it was impossible to revoke the order, and their faces couldn't help but turn a little pale.

From the moment they joined the Xianmen Feng faction, they had enlightenment. They enjoyed a lot of benefits brought by the Feng family, so they had to assume the obligation to charge for the interests of the Feng family at any time.

Especially now, Feng Zhongjie, Wang De and others are watching from the observation decks around the arena. They want to be opportunistic, and they can't do anything in secret. Otherwise, he will be driven out of the Feng system and spit out the benefits he has received before.

At this moment, they must sacrifice themselves to suppress an extremely powerful opponent.

"Let's go!"

"You don't have to think about who comes first and who comes last, go up and challenge one by one!"

They glanced at each other and launched a second wave of even more frantic attacks towards the small fighting platform of the fifty.

For every defeat in battle, the next one immediately rushes forward.

Feng is a three-generation monk, and the number is decreasing one after another. From dozens to more than a dozen, from more than a dozen to five, three, one.

Their strength was not the top among the thousands of monks who took the big exam, but it was also quite high.

However, their impact on Ye Chen was like waves hitting a rock. The surging waves were violent, but once they hit the rock, they were suddenly shattered and turned into foam.

None of the monks supported more than three incense sticks in Ye Chen's hands, and without exception, they were all seriously injured and out.

The instructions from above were too resolute, and there was no room for maneuver - to drive Ye Chen off the arena at all costs. They had to challenge desperately to fight for any chance to seriously injure Ye Chen, so that Ye Chen would lose his ranking.

The horror of the battle on the Fifty shocked even the many third-generation monks outside the arena. The value of the fifty is not great, and it is not worth such a price. The real reason for such madness must be for the list keepers.

The last monk of the Feng Department, holding it, ascended to the No. 50 Fighting Method.

His face was a little desolate, and almost all of his dozens of companions were seriously injured, and only he was left, which was sad.

He is the strongest of the three generations of the Feng family, and the last. After this fight, the Feng Department will have no one available.

He's very strong, really, really strong, and ten out of ten monks of the same rank are not his opponents. But he had never felt so sad as he had at this moment. Because what he is facing at the moment is not the tenth of the ** that he can deal with, but the tenth of what he can't deal with.

The monk slowly drew a wind spirit sword.

"Remnant of the Wind!"

He didn't say much, with a bit of tragedy, he turned into a faint figure and rushed towards Ye Chen at full speed.

It's a very weird wind body method, in an instant, his speed is so fast that it turns into more than ten afterimages, and it is almost impossible to distinguish his true body.

If you want to attack him, you must distinguish which one is his real shadow.

This is a method used by the Wind Monk to mislead his opponent's judgment.

"Fire Eye!"

Ye Chen didn't bother to distinguish between the afterimage and the true shadow at all, a fire eye suddenly flashed in his pupils, and he clearly captured a red line moving rapidly on the fighting platform, and he raised his hand and a flash of thunder blasted towards the red line.

If Ye Chen hadn't learned the Fire Eye, it would have been very difficult to capture that monk. However, if you learn the Fire Eye, the effect of the Wind Remnant may not be stronger than the stealth effect of the water system.

"Click!"

The monk was struck by the lightning and his figure couldn't help but froze slightly. Most of the power of the lightning bolt was resisted by the high-level spiritual weapon magic robe he was wearing.

Ye Chen shook his hand and four ice picks hit him, blocking all his ways.

Click!

Three ice picks missed, and one of them hit and burst.

The last monk of the Feng family was covered with a layer of cold frost in an instant, and his body couldn't help but stiffen a lot.

"Fireball!"

Ye Chen smoothly swung out four fireballs and blasted towards his opponent at the same time.

"Boom! boom!"

The feeling of four fireballs exploding on the body at the same time may not be more comfortable than thousands of pounds of boulders smashing into the chest.

(To be continued)