However, when he faced Chen Zhong, he felt inexplicably timid, like a small lake facing the sea of stars.
"This competition... I guess Tianyan Academy will win the championship again." Sima Xiao muttered. He didn't care about the so-called vanity of rankings at all, nor did he have the intention of making enemies.
In Buddhist practice, you should advance when you can and retreat when you should. Follow the will of heaven and let fate take care of things.
In the back, Chen Zhong and his group were discussing in low voices.
"Except for that bombastic Lei Lichen, I feel that everyone else is pretty good, not too arrogant or domineering." Tang Sui said.
"Of course, how could a dandy boy reach this level? Besides, in today's era, mindless arrogance will only bring trouble." Zhou Chaoyin rubbed Tang Sui's head.
Chen Zhong turned around and said with a smile, "There's more arrogance to come. After all, the Imperial College is directly under the Empire, and the school spirit and discipline are very strict."
"Still behind?" Jia Shuangshuang wondered and looked back.
At the entrance, a fistfight broke out.
A group of people were beating up several students from another academy. It was only with the intervention of the Imperial Army that the unilateral violence was stopped.
The person who beat the man was someone Chen Zhong happened to know.
The little fire dragon of the Hell of Fire!
This guy has now reached the eighth level of the Minor Success Realm, and his temper is getting more and more volatile. Those students just accidentally pushed him, and he started fighting, beating them until they were black and blue.
"Yes, the Four-Party United College is the real chaos. Everyone is on their own, and people in the school often fight in groups. Although they are strong, their school spirit is only third-rate!" Li Weier sneered.
The Sifang United College is clearly divided into four groups.
"The last team, pay attention to the leader," Yuan Wusha said intently, "Zhen Haichuan, the youngest son of the leader of the Zhenshan Pavilion, the leader of the four major factions, is at the peak of the ninth level of the Minor Accomplishment Realm."
Li Weier, who had done sufficient research, also said, "In this competition, there are four top fighters: Yu Qixuan, Sima Xiao, Zheng Haichuan, and our Wusha Spirit King... Of course, if Junior Brother Chen Zhong is serious, I think everything will be effortless."
Chen Zhong smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, "Senior, don't brag about me. How can I, a Blood Surge Realm cultivator, turn the tables? No matter how many talismans I have, they are just external possessions. If we want to win the championship this time, we still have to rely on Senior Wusha."
While chatting about news along the way, Chen Zhong and Yuan Wusha parted ways with the others and went to the reporting office to register.
The others went to the ticket office for the auditorium and bought high-priced seats. Fortunately, they were not unknown people, otherwise it would be difficult to get seats in the auditorium in the square even if they had money.
Of course, you can't watch the game directly from this seat, because there will be more than a dozen large screens broadcasting the game tomorrow. Buying a good seat will undoubtedly make the viewing more enjoyable. The key is that you can be closer to the palace stand and see many big names who can only be seen on TV on weekdays.
For example...Emperor Chiyan!
Registration and reporting office.
Chen Zhong and the other man recorded their fingerprints, signed a life and death agreement, and then walked out of the temporary bungalow.
"You two run pretty fast." Vice President Lang Yue said as he walked in.
Behind him followed a group of Tianyan students.
"Alas, your airship is too slow." Yuan Wusha laughed.
"You two, are you done yet, brats?" Lang Yue scolded with a smile. "If you are, then prepare yourself. We have to enter the ancient battlefield tomorrow morning."
After saying goodbye to Lang Yue, the two met up with Jia Shuangshuang and the others in a corner of the square, and then returned to the courtyard together.
That night, Chen Zhong worked overtime to integrate the information he had collected about the Qiange Ancient Battlefield, and studied with Yuan Wusha until after two in the morning.
"Thousands of years of demonic energy have been deposited underground, and the souls of the dead wander, never dissipating. These half-flesh, half-soul monsters are called ancient demons. However, great opportunities are also hidden in the ancient battlefield. Often, where ancient demons are densely populated, there are ancient demon hideouts."
Chen Zhong read this information and thought about his action strategy for the next week.
The ancient demons were hiding in every inch of the battlefield, so it was unrealistic to quietly arrange a spiritual formation. Fortunately, I had refined a few talismans in advance, which should be enough.
In this case, it is best to fight a guerrilla war. Anyway, we just need to hold on until the end, without taking the initiative to capture people. The main task is to hunt for treasures.
"That Lei Lichen will definitely cause us trouble," Yuan Wusha knocked on the table. "If he comes alone, I'll be his son's hammer. I'm not afraid of Yu Qixuan. At most, it will be a little troublesome. If there is another person at the eighth or ninth level of the Minor Success Realm, it will be a bit difficult to deal with, especially Sima Xiao. I can't see through that person. He is as secretive as you, my junior brother!"
"Don't worry, the other three are not on the same side as Lei Lichen." Chen Zhong still had this judgment. "I seem to be hiding it deeply because I'm not hiding anything at all."
I still have to defend myself. Apart from some mediocre trump cards and unreliable passive skills, I really have nothing!
"Get some sleep and recharge your batteries." Chen Zhong stood up and said, "Let's go to the bathroom."
Pushing open the wooden door, Chen Zhong jumped into the courtyard and stared closely at the eaves on one side.
Buzz!
The spiritual formation rose up, and a cold light flashed across as fast as the wind.
Chen Zhong approached and found two more bodies on the ground. He looked them over but found no obvious features.
But Chen Zhong knew clearly that it was most likely a spy from the Yan or Lei family.
puff.
Yang Qin, who was holding a mask, fell from the sky, holding a human head in his hand. He said calmly, "He is at the second level of the Soul Tempering Realm. He is the leader of these people. He has the Yan family's emblem on him."
After throwing out a few corpse-melting talismans, Chen Zhong snorted coldly, "I want to see what tricks they can come up with. I didn't come north just to participate in a dispensable competition."
"You hide first. Don't take action if you can. The Imperial City is more crowded than other cities. Not to mention that many big names have come to the competition recently." Chen Zhong warned.
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