Chapter 851: First Level, Beast Fighting

The honest and peaceful face seems out of place when placed next to the Demon Sword, which is full of villainous aura.

Before Ye Xiaoman could sigh, Jing Zhui's voice rang out in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Perhaps it was because he had reunited with Mingjian after a long separation, and he seemed a little excited for a rare time.

[Your mission objective this time.]

【Take it and bring it to me.】

[I know.] Ye Xiaoman was annoyed. She was feeling proud when Jing Zhui immediately came out to remind her that she was an undercover agent of the demon clan, which really ruined her mood.

After Shi Zaixing showed the Demon Sword, he put it back into the storage bag.

After he sat back in the wheelchair, Qing Yuanhu beside him immediately came over with a smile.

"Not bad, Shi Zai Xing, you finally found a chance to shine."

Shi Zaixing frowned and ignored Qing Yuanhu.

For some reason, Qing Yuanhu has been sarcastic and mocking whenever he sees him recently, which is really annoying.

In an instant, the entire Colosseum trembled violently, and six dark cracks appeared on the ground. These cracks were not random, but as if precisely measured by some mysterious force, dividing the venue into six fan-shaped areas.

Looking down from the sky, six straight lines with strange black light stretched out, like six runways leading to hell.

The air suddenly rang with the roars of beasts, piercing the eardrums. The light of the teleportation array flickered continuously, summoning ferocious beasts one after another to their respective runways.

Each of these beasts was a ferocious creature meticulously nurtured by the Demon Lord, devouring countless cultivators' flesh and blood in his private arena. At this moment, they were restrained by special restrictions to their respective positions on the runway, with a cloth bag dangling from their necks or horns.

Inside the cloth bag are various supplies, including robes, drinking water, camping magic tools, as well as rare elixirs with different effects and powerful talismans.

At the end of the intersection of the six fan-shaped areas, there is a larger oval area without any divisions. It is obviously a public place with six high-level alchemy furnaces neatly placed there. There is the logo of the Huantian Chamber of Commerce on it, which is obviously a promotional product.

The host explains the rules of the event.

“The competition lasts for one day.”

"Each team will select one person to be responsible for refining pills. During the competition, they will use the same natural materials and treasures to refine pills. They can take home as many pills as they refine."

"In order to ensure fairness and justice, you are not allowed to use your own medicinal pills during the entire competition."

"In the next two levels, you can only use the pills refined in this level."

"Do you understand everything?"

The geniuses nodded and had no objection to this.

The participating cultivators are rich and poor. The cultivators from the Divine Realm are extremely wealthy and can easily take out immortal-grade elixirs with more than six elixir patterns. They can recover health faster and have better effects, and can even win by simply taking drugs. This is unfair to other contestants who can only use earth-grade elixirs.

The host continued.

"While the alchemist is refining the elixir, the others are free to move around."

"Each track has an equal number of monsters deployed, and each monster carries a variety of supplies."

"You can collect materials by defeating monsters in your own area, or you can sneak into the enemy's wild area to scavenge for supplies."

"You can attack enemy monks."

"If the alchemist is defeated, the trial will be considered a failure, and the alchemy will end. The team that fails the first trial will be ranked last, and half of the 60 team members will be eliminated directly. The remaining team will enter the second round of competition."

After the host finished speaking, he asked the Tianjiaos one last time, "Any questions?"

"If you have any, please raise your hand and ask."

"If everyone agrees, the competition will officially begin."

Several people immediately raised their hands. Ye Xiaoman, seeing our Xiao Chujing, hesitated for a moment and wanted to raise his hand as well. But when he turned and saw Ye Xiaoman, something occurred to him. He raised his eyebrows slightly in amusement, touched Ye Xiaoman's head, and lowered his raised hand.

The host pointed to a monk from the sea.

The male cultivator first pointed at the small gourd accessory tied to the handle of the demon cultivator's sword on the left, then pointed at the worn-out boots worn by the god cultivator on the right. He said dissatisfiedly:

"The rules state that it's forbidden to use the elixirs you carry with you. So are magic weapons prohibited?"

As expected of a genius carefully selected from all walks of life, he saw through the loopholes in the rules set by the demons at a glance.

"Magic weapons have different levels just like elixirs."

"This brother's Wanfa Xunbiao Gourd is a rare immortal-level magical weapon. Did your clan leader just give it to him at the last minute? If it were to explode, it would be enough to devastate a hundred miles around. All of our opponents would have to replace us."

"It's not fair at all to bring this kind of competition."

The male cultivator's words were echoed by many geniuses.

The host asked, "Does everyone agree to hand over the magic weapons in addition to the elixirs?"

The demon cultivators and the gods cultivators did not agree to hand over their magic weapons. Both groups of cultivators had already equipped themselves with many high-level magic weapons. The demons knew the rules of the game in advance and made preparations, while the gods did so because they had money.

It's hard to satisfy everyone, so the host said, "Since there's no unified answer, you guys can decide by voting."

A demon cultivator snorted coldly.

"Since we've come to this kind of occasion, who hasn't received some goodies from our masters and sect leaders? Why don't you all show off your goodies first? If your strength is similar, you don't have to ban magic weapons."

After all, the demon cultivators are quick-witted and want to test their opponents' strengths and weaknesses through their words and deeds, and will never suffer any loss.

The host didn't want to blatantly favor his own demons, so he agreed: "It's feasible."

The demon race also has some financial resources, and perhaps after comparison, they will take the same stance as the demon race.

The host condensed a platform, and the geniuses from the six realms handed over their magic weapons at the same time.

Ye Xiaoman, who believed in keeping wealth private, hesitated and said, "There's no need to bother with magic weapons. Just vote directly."

She has so many good things on her body that if she were to put them all out there one by one, it would probably take until dark to count them all.

The geniuses of the demon clan interpreted Ye Xiaoman's hesitation as the inferiority of the poor.

Fortunately, the Huantian Chamber of Commerce will hand over 100 million high-grade spirit stones to Ye Xiaoman after the competition is over. Apart from the old nameless sword, she has nothing to show for it.

The demons laughed at Ye Xiaoman.

"Fairy Ye, it's really nothing. We know that the human world has always been poor. Even if you bring out the scrap metal you found in the mortal world's market, we won't look down on you."

"Financial resources are also a form of strength. We've already cooperated with you by handing over the elixirs. Why do we have to hand over the magic weapons as well? Just because you're poor, do you expect others to give in to you endlessly?"

Many gods' monks also looked at him with disdain.

The monks on earth were ridiculed and blushed, feeling angry and helpless.

After all, I am really poor...

The wealthiest cultivator from the Tianxin Sect retorted, "It's just an immortal-level magic weapon. Everyone has one. Just wait and see."

On the stage, Elder Tang of the Qingzheng Sect asked the Sect Master in surprise, "You didn't give your disciples any good things?"

The clan leader scratched his head awkwardly, "We don't have any hidden treasures... We can't compare to them even if we give them. If we don't give them, we can pretend that I forgot, not that we don't have any good stuff."

Elder Tang: “…”