Xiahou Jian's anger was not without reason. These challenging cultivators were clearly of average strength, yet they lacked self-awareness and insisted on jumping up to challenge, resulting in them disgracing the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Gao Yan didn't say anything.

Instead, they watched the battle on the arena with great interest.

Compared to the uneven quality of cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness, the cultivators in the Central Plains displayed rather sophisticated combat techniques.

So he turned to his second senior brother, Bai Cangyun, and asked, "Second senior brother, you've been in Zhongzhou for decades. Do you know why these cultivators from Zhongzhou are so skilled and experienced in their battles?"

The two fighters on the arena were roughly equal in cultivation level.

Moreover, the Central Plains did not suppress the Eastern Wilderness cultivators in terms of magical treasures.

Bai Cangyun said, "In Zhongzhou, there is a technique called Battle Realm. Second-rate sects and above all have their own Battle Realms, and all disciples can enter them to accumulate combat experience!"

"Tell me more about this battle situation!" Gao Yan asked, intrigued.

Then Bai Cangyun explained the Battle Realm in detail. Moreover, the three of them had also entered the Battle Realm before, but it was not very friendly to cultivators from outside Zhongzhou.

Entering the battlefield for training costs extremely high.

What exactly is the situation in the battlefield?

Similar to the metaverse.

Cultivators who enter can engage in combat and hone their supernatural abilities and spells.

Because in the battlefield, even if you die, at most you will lose some spiritual power, but it will not cause real damage.

But life and death often bring out one's potential.

Therefore, honing one's magical abilities inside is extremely effective.

This results in the cultivators of the Central Continent possessing combat power far exceeding that of cultivators from the other four regions.

"Bang!"

On the arena, a cultivator from the Eastern Wilderness was knocked away.

Xiahou Jian couldn't stand it any longer and said to his attendant, "Xu Xin, go and challenge him!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Xu Xin is Xiahou Jian's close attendant, and his cultivation has reached the third level of the Nascent Soul stage.

After the opponent stepped onto the ring.

Zhongzhou also sent a Nascent Soul Stage 3 cultivator!

A thought crossed my mind.

Gao Yan used the Insight Eye's detection function to probe Xu Xin and that cultivator from Zhongzhou.

Looking at the data alone, humility is far more impressive than the other party's.

Although he was Xiahou Jian's follower, he possessed dual spiritual roots and a golden spiritual body, and his talent and physique were in no way inferior to those of ordinary elder disciples.

Moreover, it's clear that Xiahou Jian values ​​him highly, since he cultivates a high-grade Earth-level technique.

On the contrary, the Nascent Soul Stage 3 cultivator in Zhongzhou, although possessing dual spiritual roots, lacked a spiritual body, and his cultivation technique was only of the middle-grade Earth rank.

"Junior Brother Gao, who do you think will win?"

Xiahou Meng walked up to Gao Yan and asked.

"It's hard to say!"

Gao Yan shook his head. While the data showed that the humble one had a clear advantage, a battle of wits was not just about talent, physique, and techniques.

At least in terms of proficiency in mastering spells and supernatural powers, humility is inferior to that of the opponent!

soon.

The two then began to fight on the ring.

At the beginning, humility gave him an absolute advantage, forcing his opponent to defend and dodge.

But after a quarter of an hour...

The humility that couldn't be broken after a long struggle inevitably turned into impatience.

Finally, another quarter of an hour passed.

The cultivators from Zhongzhou seized the opportunity and defeated Xu Xin.

Seeing this scene.

Xiahou Jian's handsome face darkened.

"Your Highness, I have disgraced you!"

He knelt on one knee with humility, looking ashamed.

"waste!"

Xiahou Jian said in an icy tone.

Then, with a swift movement, he landed on the arena: "I am Xiahou Jian, the Holy Son of the Nine Saints Sect. Which fellow Daoist from Central Continent would like to offer guidance?"

With the arrival of the Nine Saints Sect members, the young prodigies of Central Continent also came to the arena.

"Your Highness, why don't I take this round?"

An elder disciple of the Burning Moon Sect volunteered to take on the task.

"Don't be careless. Xiahou Jian is, after all, the strongest holy son of the Nine Saints Sect!" Xue Wujie nodded.

"yes!"

"I am Wu Yuan, and I greet the Holy Son of the Nine Saints Sect!"

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

As the saying goes, a master is like his followers.

Xiahou Jian did not attempt any so-called probing; instead, he unleashed a powerful attack. Although the elder disciple of the Burning Moon Sect had considerable experience in combat, he was still unstoppable.

However, they were still struggling to cope with Xiahou Jian's attacks.

In the end, he was completely defeated in just over thirty breaths!

Despite his victory, Xiahou Jian maintained a stern expression, darted onto the medium-sized arena, and shouted to the prodigies from Zhongzhou, "Again!"

"Brother Wujie, leave it to our Heavenly Will Sect!"

One of the holy sons of the Heavenly Will Sect said.

"good!"

The next moment, a disciple of the Heavenly Will Sect flew onto the arena and engaged in a fierce battle with Xiahou Jian!

This elder disciple of the Heavenly Will Sect was clearly much stronger than the one before, and he fought Xiahou Jian to a standstill.

However, in the end, Xiahou Jian used a unique supernatural power to imprison his opponent and achieved victory.

Seeing this scene.

The prodigies from Zhongzhou all frowned slightly.

To be honest, they looked down on the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness.

Unexpectedly, Xiahou Jian managed to win two consecutive matches.

Please enlighten me!

Xiahou Jian flashed onto the Heavenly Pride Arena, his gaze domineering, faintly exuding an invincible aura.

But Gao Yan shook his head inwardly.

Xiahou Jian has become somewhat arrogant. He should know when to stop. It's likely that a holy son from a Zhongzhou immortal sect will be involved in this third round of battle.

As expected.

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