Chapter 110 Needle Point and Wheat Awn

"I didn't practice any skills, I was just trying to attack the realm of martial arts, but unfortunately failed."

Seeing the curious faces of Lin Fei, Thirteenth Prince, and Yun Shuiyao, Ye Tian smiled, changed the subject, and said, "In two days it will be the ring competition. What ranking are you going to compete for?"

Seeing that Ye Tian changed the topic, Lin Fei and the three stopped entanglement.

The thirteenth prince said with a smile: "I don't have any ambitions. If I can enter the top ten, I just need to break into the inner gate."

"It's the same for me, as long as I can become an inner disciple of the Divine Star Sect." Lin Fei nodded.

In fact, it's not that they don't have ambitions, but that there are too many talents in this year, and the two of them can't even make it into the top five.

Yun Shuiyao is very confident, her willow eyebrows slightly raised, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I must be in the top three!"

"That's not easy. The Seventh Prince, Wu Ding, Bai Yunfei, and Meng Shiyun are all very powerful." Ye Tian laughed after hearing this.

"What's the matter? I'm not weaker than them!" Yun Shuiyao raised her head proudly.

"Hehe!" Ye Tian smiled lightly. To be honest, he was not optimistic about Yun Shuiyao's entry into the top three. It's not that Yun Shuiyao's strength is not strong, but that this girl is too simple and naive. In a real fight, she can't beat Wu Ding, the Seventh Prince and the others.

After a few exchanges, they went back to practice. They all hoped to improve their strength before the competition in the arena.

Ye Tian continued to practice Rank Nine Battle Body. With the talent of the cyan martial soul, he made rapid progress. According to this speed of progress, he would definitely be able to practice the first level within three months.

After Lin Fei and the Thirteenth Prince were promoted to martial spirits, they practiced the mysterious martial art of Hand of the Stars while stabilizing their newly broken cultivation.

Yun Shuiyao, like Ye Tian, ​​hid in her room all day long, not knowing what she was up to.

Like Ye Tian and the others, this year's outer disciples are all working hard to improve their strength, preparing to make a big splash in the ring competition.

...

Time is like running water, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the autumn wind was rustling, the fallen leaves were flying, and the loud bells were ringing non-stop.

The competition in the arena has officially begun!

Many outer disciples rushed to the square upon hearing the sound, and even some inner disciples came to watch the excitement. Nanlin King led some city lords from Nanlin County to watch the battle.

"Has Ye Tian come?"

"Why can't you see him?"

Xue Yuhao and Liu Hongwu also came, and they looked around, looking for Ye Tian.

In the huge square, there were huge crowds of people, and around the fifty arenas, there were crowds of figures, and at a glance, there was a large crowd of people.

Wanting to find Ye Tian among so many people is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, Xue Yuhao and Liu Hongwu had to give up, sat down patiently, and waited for the start of the competition.

"I heard that this time the top ten can not only be directly promoted to inner disciples, but also have generous rewards. The first place can even get a blood bodhi, which is the ultimate spiritual fruit that can upgrade martial arts experts to a higher level."

"There are rumors that the silver-robed elders of the Divine Star Sect are secretly observing, and maybe they will accept some geniuses as closed disciples. This is a strong man at the level of a Martial Lord!"

"You say, who has the best chance to win this time? Who are the top three?"

"Wu Ding,

In the first two assessments, he ranked first in contribution points, and his strength is very strong! "

"The Seventh Prince is not weak either. More contribution points does not mean stronger strength. When they are really facing each other, it is hard to predict who will win."

"Bai Yunfei, Yun Shuiyao, and Meng Shiyun are also very good. It's no surprise that they belong to the top five."

"What do you think of Ye Tian, ​​the blood knife? I think he is very powerful, and he might be ranked in the top three."

"Impossible! I have inquired. Even the Thirteenth Prince and Lin Fei have been promoted to the realm of martial arts, but this blood knife is still half-step martial arts. He can be ranked in the top ten at most, and he is also the bottom of the top ten."

"This is a dark horse. I heard that many people are paying attention to him."

...

Many outer disciples and inner disciples were discussing, the city lords around King Nanlin were also talking to each other, and some elders of the Divine Star Sect also communicated in low voices.

Ye Tian wore a white robe and carried a large iron box with a black iron sword on his back, and was caught in the crowd. His face was indifferent, his eyes were calm, his heart was extremely calm, and his energy and spirit were adjusted to the peak state.

The Thirteenth Prince, Lin Fei, and Yun Shuiyao were assigned to other rings. There were fifty rings in total. They were all separated. Obviously, the elders of the God Star Sect also knew their strength and did not want them to meet before the final. .

As time went by, there were more and more people in the square, and the noise, like rolling thunder, was unusually harsh, making one feel as if they had come to a busy city.

After about three hours, the number of people in the square reached saturation and no longer strengthened.

At this time, a silver-robed elder flew away, looking down at the crowd below with majestic eyes. As his sharp eyes swept over, the voices in the square became smaller and smaller, and finally no one dared to speak anymore.

"Let's begin!" the silver-robed elder said coldly, announcing the start of the ring competition.

Afterwards, fifty black-robed elders each flew to the top of the fifty rings, and they all held a roster.

"Zhang Wei!"

"Huang Aolong!"

From the ring in front of Ye Tian, ​​the loud voice of the black-robed elder came, and then two figures flew up, onto the ring, and confronted each other.

"You can't kill anyone in this competition, let's start!" the black-robed elder glanced at them coldly and shouted in a low voice.

Immediately, the two opposing youths rushed towards each other and fought fiercely.

At the same time, other arenas also started to compete.

Fifty arenas are divided equally between 5,000 outer disciples, and each arena can be divided into exactly 100 people.

Every time the two fight, there are only a hundred people, but only fifty games, and soon it will be Ye Tian's turn to play.

"Ye Tian!"

"Zhou Yun!"

When Ye Tian heard his name, he immediately jumped up and onto the ring. At the same time, a young figure landed opposite him.

"Huh! Half-step martial spirit?" Ye Tian looked at the young man "Zhou Yun" opposite him, slightly surprised, he didn't expect that his first opponent would be half-step martial spirit.

"Blood Knife? Hmph, more contributions don't mean you're stronger than me. You're also a half-step martial spirit. I won't lose to you!" Zhou Yun glanced at Ye Tian coldly, his face full of confidence.

"Really?" Ye Tian smiled faintly.

"let's start!"

The black-robed elder shouted in a low voice.

boom!

Almost as soon as the black-robed elder's voice fell, a figure appeared in front of Ye Tian. It was Zhou Yun. He smiled ferociously and punched Ye Tian fiercely.

However, the next moment, Zhou Yun's pupils shrank, and his eyes widened in disbelief. His fist actually pierced through Ye Tian's chest,

"wrong!"

"It's an afterimage—"

Zhou Yun's face changed suddenly, his cold eyes were full of disbelief, Ye Tian in front of him slowly dissipated, and a sharp wind roared from the side, with a piercing sound of piercing the air.

"I only know now, it's too late!"

Accompanied by a playful voice sounded beside his ears, Zhou Yun flew away in response. He suffered a huge impact of force and was directly blasted more than ten feet away.

"You are too weak!"

Ye Tian walked up to Zhou Yun and shook his head lightly.

The latter's pupils shrank, his face turned pale, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out directly.

Wow!

The disciples of the Divine Star Sect around the arena were in an uproar, their faces full of shock. They were also half-step martial spirits, but Zhou Yun was completely vulnerable in front of Ye Tian, ​​and was defeated with one move.

"Uncle City Lord, look quickly, it's Ye Tian! Ye Tian! He won!" In a corner of the square, Liu Hongwu cheered happily, his face full of excitement.

Xue Yuhao on the side also looked excited, nodded and said: "Well, it's Ye Tian, ​​he is really powerful, the power of that palm just now is comparable to the first level of Wuling!"

"good!"

"Amazing!"

"What a powerful palm, comparable to the first level of martial arts!"

...

The surrounding city lords, as well as the king of Nanlin, and the elders of Shenxingmen were all amazed.

As the sixth-ranked genius in contribution points in this year's assessment, Ye Tian received a lot of attention as soon as he came on stage, especially the elders of Shenxingmen, who set him as the focus just like Wu Ding, the Seventh Prince and others Follow people.

"Ye Tian wins!" The black-robed elder announced loudly, Ye Tian walked off the ring calmly, with his strength, except for Wu Ding and the Seventh Prince, he didn't care about others at all.

Time passed quickly, Ye Tian did not hide his strength, and every time he appeared on the stage, he defeated his opponent with one move. In the end, he defeated all his opponents, became the strongest in this arena, and was promoted to the top fifty.

At this time, the silver-robed elders made adjustments, and evenly distributed the top fifty to five rings for competition, and the two most powerful people among them were eligible to be promoted to the top ten.

"Ye Tian, ​​I didn't expect us to be in the same arena. You'd better pray that you don't meet me in advance, otherwise you won't even have the chance to enter the top ten." Wu Ding said with a stern smile.

"Really? These words are what I want to tell you!" Ye Tian confronted him, and said coldly, his sharp eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Hmph, arrogance! You haven't been promoted to the martial spirit realm, and you also want to compete with me. You will definitely lose this time!" Wu Ding sneered when he heard this.

"With a half-step martial spirit, I can still defeat you by leapfrogging!" Ye Tian said coldly.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or someone deliberately arranged it, but just as Ye Tian finished speaking, a loud voice came over.

"Ye Tian! Wu Ding!"

As the black-robed elder's words fell, the surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment, and then, a boiling noise rose into the sky, resounding through the sky.

"Ye Tian? Wu Ding? Did I hear you right?"

"This is the tip of the needle meeting the wheat awn. How did they meet so early? It's surprising and exciting!"

"It's exciting now!"

There was an uproar in the square, and there was a lot of discussion, and everyone looked over.

At this time, not many people paid attention to the other four arenas.