Xuanyuan!

How come he is here?

Mo Yu glanced at Yang Ke inconspicuously, then shifted his gaze, but still separated a part of his spiritual consciousness to secretly observe where Yang Ke was.

Judging from his appearance, it is undoubtedly Xuanyuan, but his aura is not similar. Could it be that he is just someone with a similar appearance?

As I was thinking this, I saw Heze walking forward in full view of everyone.

"Master, the time has come. I ask for your permission to beat the drum to start the competition!"

Mo Yu looked at the densely packed monks and knew that there were so many masters in today's grand event that it might not end until dark.

“Let’s get started!”

After saying that, he swung out a stream of spiritual power, and a big red drum in the distance suddenly made a huge drum sound.

"The Heroes' Assembly begins! Please draw lots to determine the order!"

A disciple from the Lingxiao Sect brought over a huge box and waited for the monks to draw lots.

This was the first draw. All registered monks were divided into one hundred groups. Each group had several hundred monks. They would engage in a big fight, and only ten winners would remain after winning the preliminary round.

The second time, the monks who had just won were asked to draw lots and then divided into ten groups, with each group consisting of one hundred people, and only ten people were left.

The third draw was divided into two groups, with fifty people in each group, and only one person left.

Finally, the two winners will have a final showdown, and the winner will receive generous rewards and fame.

The rules of the competition are very simple. The order of appearance is determined entirely by luck. At this time, you have to accept everyone you meet, whether they are of the same level or higher.

Although it is possible that a monk will not leave the ring and will be challenged all the time, it is not a big problem. Since you have come to participate in the competition, you should bear and accept any accidents that occur.

There are at least tens of thousands of cultivators from the entire Xuantian Realm participating.

The drawing of lots alone took an hour.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Luo Fanjin drew a number that was close to the front, number 236. However, Luo Fanjin was not afraid, but instead carefully scanned the cultivators in the room and had a clear understanding of their cultivation.

Yang Ke's seat is at number 4231, Sun Zhiyuan and Zhao Jingrui are both over 2,000, and Jiang Tao and Qin Ningxiang are over 3,000.

Although they are not together again, there is a high probability that they will meet again in the next round.

Several people were already prepared and were just waiting for the game to begin.

Xue Cancan secretly poked her head out of Luo Fanjin's sleeve.

She definitely couldn't miss such a lively game.

Although her spiritual awareness also allowed her to watch without coming out, it was still not as good as seeing it with her own eyes.

While waiting, the monks began to compete in order and in groups.

Luo Fanjin was the first to come on stage.

There were hundreds of people standing on the arena, all of them were cultivators with impressive strength.

Now, before there was any movement on the stage, the monks who had not yet entered the stage began to cheer.

"It's started, hurry up and fight!"

As the drums sounded, the monks on the stage looked at the people around them warily, and no one took action.

This made the audience in the audience very anxious.

As the first person made his move, like bongos, all the monks began to attack the people around them.

"The melee really lives up to its reputation!" someone exclaimed.

"No, with my current level of skills, I will be at the bottom of the list after I go on stage. If it really doesn't work, I will seize the opportunity to admit defeat!"

Some of the monks below have already begun to back off.

Because the competition mechanism of the ring match is really terrifying.

There are hundreds of people, and every one of them is his enemy. He beats them one by one when he sees them.

Luo Fanjin stood in a middle position. Many people had heard of her reputation and wanted to challenge her.

This resulted in Luo Fanjin fighting against more than half of the monks on the arena.

However, she did not show any sign of weakness, and her dominance was evident in her every move.

Bang! A monk fell down!

Bang! A large number of monks fell down!

Luo Fanjin hardly used his full strength, but more than half of the monks in the competition were eliminated.

Seeing this, the others stopped attacking each other and instead attacked Luo Fanjin.

They knew very well that only without the tough guy Luo Fanjin would they have a chance of winning.

However, they had completely underestimated Luo Fanjin's strength. Before the remaining monks could move forward, a group of people were knocked down by Luo Fanjin's light sleeve.

"What a strong cultivation level! Is she really in the Nascent Soul stage?" An elder from a certain sect couldn't help but ask. At this moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Luo Fanjin with fear in his eyes.

"It's the Nascent Soul Stage! The Heavenly Stele cannot be wrong!" someone answered.

Once these words were spoken, it became even more unbelievable.

It turns out that the ranking on the Heavenly Monument is a true reflection of the cultivators’ strength!

Jiang Tongtian, who was sitting quietly drinking tea, couldn't help but put down his teacup and looked at Luo Fanjin carefully.

"Interesting!" he murmured.

At this time, Jiang Tongtian's eldest disciple Jiang Yi saw this scene and couldn't help but grit his teeth and started to think.

"Master, this woman is ruthless and must not be a good person. I have been training with her for three years and my character must have been greatly affected. You must teach me well in the future."

Originally, if he said something similar, his master Jiang Tongtian would agree and do as he was told. But now, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tongtian raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

"Jiang Yi, why do I feel like you are targeting that female cultivator?"

Jiang Yi immediately shook his head, "No, no, I just think that the monk has bad behavior. If I associate with her, I might be greatly affected."

"You don't have to worry about that. I don't know much about that little bastard Jiang Tao. Ordinary people can't influence him!"

"And remember, don't speak ill of your junior brother in front of outsiders, otherwise our sect will lose all its face!"

Hearing Jiang Tongtian's words, Jiang Yi immediately nodded in agreement, but he didn't agree in his heart.

If we were to ask who is the person who has done the most damage to the reputation of the entire Shen Ji Pavilion, it would be Jiang Tao. What does this have to do with him?

Jiang Yi was very angry. The more upset he felt, the more he wanted to be rude to Jiang Tao.

At this time, the fight in the ring was coming to an end. Luo Fanjin was so strong that he knocked down a group of people with just a wave of his hand.

Before she could even put in much effort, the people around her were eliminated.

In the end, she was the only one left in the arena.

There is no other way. Given the rules of the competition, we can only select the last nine people who fell on the ring as the qualifiers for the next round.

The moment Luo Fanjin stepped off the stage, the monks made way for her.

He fought against hundreds of people without any damage. Even if he can't make it to the end, he will definitely shine in the Xuantian Realm!

From now on, it will be the battles of other monks.

Luo Fanjin was quietly drinking tea and waiting under the arena. Just as he was watching the exciting part, he discovered that a spiritual consciousness seemed to be locked onto Yan Che.