Chapter 3238: One Strike Ends

Guo Wenyao showed disdain and said, "It turns out that Chen Yang relied on external objects to reach his current strength. There is nothing to praise."

For this statement, the other people also agreed.

Dongfang Hongfei said with a calm face, "Okay, don't look down on Junior Brother Chen. After all, not everyone can comprehend the dual realm. However, if any of you encounter Junior Brother Chen during the selection later, you must educate him and let him not be too self-righteous."

"Hongfei is right."

Guo Wenyao nodded. Among the disciples of Longxing Peak, only he dared to call Dongfang Hongfei by name.

Le Xiaoqiao said: "Chen Yang is indeed too arrogant. If we, the senior brothers and sisters, don't teach him a lesson, it would be irresponsible."

Zhang Shuying, who was sitting in the third row at the back, poked her head and laughed: "Haha, from what Senior Sister Le said, if you run into Chen Yang, you will definitely not let him down."

Le Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes and waved her hand: "I didn't say that."

Everyone was laughing and talking about Chen Yang, but they treated him as a self-righteous clown and made fun of him.

At this moment, Chen Yang was sitting in the corner of the stands, not saying a word, closing his eyes to rest.

As for other people's opinions of him, even if he heard them, he didn't care at all.

After about half an hour, a figure flew over from Longxing Peak at a very fast speed and landed in the center of Panlong Square.

When this person appeared, the stands on both sides of Panlong Square instantly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the person in the center of the square.

This person was Mo Ze, the leader of Longxing Peak.

Mo Ze glanced at the whole venue and said straight to the point: "Today's competition is for the selection of the Qianlong Conference. There are a total of ten places. The disciples who can enter the top ten will get the quota to participate in the Qianlong Conference."

"This time, a total of 63 people signed up, divided into ten groups. Each group will play a round-robin match. The top three will advance, and then draw lots to fight to determine the top ten."

After a brief explanation of the rules, Mo Ze waved his right hand, and ten arenas rose on the ground of the 5,000-meter-wide Panlong Square. Each arena was 500 meters long and wide.

There was a deacon elder who put down a sign on the side of each arena, with numbers from "one" to "ten" written on it, representing the arena number.

In addition, there were ten huge lists floating next to the ten arenas.

Mo Ze continued, "The ten groups have been divided into groups according to the registration form. Now, the names of the members of each group are displayed on the side of the ring, and the order of the rounds is marked. Please go to the ring to fight."

"The rules of the battle are that you cannot fly or kill people. If you lose your fighting ability or fall off the ring, you will be judged as a loser."

"The deacon elders next to the ring will register the wins and losses. Winning will get three points, tying will get one point, and losing will get zero points. Finally, the top three people in each group will advance."

"Okay, now, let's start."

As soon as Mo Ze finished speaking, twenty people flew out from the stands one after another. They were the people who fought in the first round on the ten rings.

The deacon elders were responsible for the refereeing, and ten "start" sounds were issued almost at the same time.

Then the battle started on the ring.

What Chen Yang didn't expect was that Zhang Jilin was the first group to go on stage, located on the seventh ring.

He observed that, except for Zhang Jilin, all the other disciples who stepped onto the stage were actually at the peak of Condensation.

Not to mention the early and middle stages of Condensation, there was not even a late Condensation cultivator.

"Haha, is that kid a fool? He dared to sign up for the selection at the early stage of Condensation."

"He overestimates his own abilities."

"Is he here to make fun of me?"

At this moment, Zhang Jilin immediately caused laughter in the audience as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

This situation was already within Zhang Jilin's expectations, so he didn't care at all, and still went all out to fight against the peak Condensation cultivator.

There was no doubt that Zhang Jilin was defeated with just one move, and then he left the stage, returned to the stands, and sat next to Chen Yang.

He didn't say a word and closed his eyes directly.

Although the battle just now ended in an instant, he had a deep understanding when facing the invincible opponent at the peak of Condensation.

At this moment, he had to digest these insights and transform them into his own strength.

There were still voices mocking Zhang Jilin on the field, but Mo Ze, who was sitting in the air, suddenly said: "Although Zhang Jilin lost, he dared to challenge and was able to gain some insights from the battle. This is better than many of you present. You actually still want to make fun of him, but you don't know that you are the ridiculous one."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then looked at Zhang Jilin in the corner of the stands, and found that Zhang Jilin was meditating with his eyes closed. Many people had an expression of sudden enlightenment, and finally understood Zhang Jilin's real purpose.

He didn't want to win the top ten, but to take this opportunity to hone his insights.

Although many people understood the truth, some people secretly mocked them, because if it were them, they would not have the courage to endure the ridicule of others and sign up for this selection.

"Humph, there are thousands of ways to hone insights, but I don't want to embarrass myself."

"The kid next to him also signed up for the selection, I'm afraid his purpose is the same as his."

"It must be, otherwise, in the middle stage of Condensation, do you still want to win a place?"

There were still sporadic discussions on the field, but they were drowned out by the cheers, and not many people cared.

The battles continued. After all, they were all disciples at the peak of Condensation, and the fights were very intense. The disciples in the stands were also very satisfied and cheered.

"Brother Dongfang is on the stage!"

At this moment, someone shouted.

"In the No. 6 ring!"

"His opponent is Brother Yao. I wonder if Brother Yao can withstand Brother Dongfang's half a move!"

Everyone became excited. No one paid attention to the other rings. Everyone's eyes fell on the No. 6 ring.

Even Chen Yang, who was meditating, became a little interested. He opened his eyes and looked at Dongfang Hongfei.

Dongfang Hongfei, dressed in white, stood on the No. 6 ring, with one hand behind his back, graceful, and made a gesture of invitation to the other party with his right hand, saying: "Brother Yao, please!"

"Brother Dongfang, I'm sorry!"

Brother Yao bowed and saluted, and suddenly attacked Dongfang Hongfei.

At this moment, Dongfang Hongfei made a move, and the speed was so fast that everyone was dumbfounded.

Then, a palm shadow was released, covering Junior Brother Yao, and before he could react, with a bang, he was hit.

Junior Brother Yao flew down to the bottom of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

The battle was over.