Mo Bufan!

The man in green who suddenly appeared here turned out to be the demon Mo Bufan who had only been heard of but never seen, and ranked first among the top 100 main cities!

This name was like a mountain pressing down on the heads of every young generation of cultivators in the East, so that they could only look up and admire.

In several quaint pavilions, the ten top ten of the top 100 main cities who defeated all opponents and advanced to the end through cruel battles and ruthless eliminations almost all had solemn expressions and sharp eyes.

Mo Bufan stood quietly beside the flower bed, his deep eyes looking at the beautiful flowers blooming in the flower bed, and a smile appeared on his extremely ordinary face.

But as his smile bloomed, his originally ordinary face turned out to be weird and evil!

It was like a divine dragon hidden in the depths of the sea, opening its deep pupils and observing everything in the world.

Mo Bufan was about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Dou Tian. Compared to Dou Tian's deep and domineering manner, Mo Bufan seemed to have more ethereal and profoundness when he raised his hand, which made people unable to figure it out.

"This place is called the Ten Dragons Abode. It is located in the First Main City. It is a closed place on weekdays. No one is allowed to enter. It will only be opened once every three years. Only the top ten of each Hundred Cities War can enter here."

Mo Bufan, who was dressed in a green shirt, spoke softly and calmly. He did not say anything else, but first talked about the temporary residence of the top ten.

From the moment Mo Bufan appeared, Ye Wuque's eyes were focused on this first evildoer in the East. However, the more he observed, the more Ye Wuque felt that Mo Bufan seemed to be shrouded in mist and mysterious.

"It's just that the Ten Dragons Abode has existed for a long time and witnessed the arrival of many top ten of the Hundred Cities War. Among them, there are strong and weak. What do you think, is your generation... strong or weak?"

After saying this, Mo Bufan slowly swept his eyes across everyone's face with a smile.

When Ye Wuque met Mo Bufan's gaze, he immediately felt his eyes suddenly brighten, and then he seemed to see a dragon winding through the void, with its mighty power over the sky, blocking out the sun and the moon, and exuding a majestic aura like a prison.

"Soul power!"

Ye Wuque instantly discerned that there was a trace of soul power oppression in Mo Bufan's gaze. Obviously, Mo Bufan also possessed a soul-related unique skill, and its power was extremely strong.

"Ah!"

A dragon roar echoed in the soul space, and the pair of dragon claws trembled slightly. The soul power that Mo Bufan attacked with his gaze was immediately completely resolved by Ye Wuque.

The same scene was played out in almost every pavilion, but not everyone resolved it as calmly and casually as Ye Wuque did.

"It's been a year, Mo Bufan, Dou remembers the last battle very well."

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Dou Tian stood up and looked at the man in blue shirt who had been brooding over him for a year. His eyes were as cold as ice and his fighting spirit was surging.

Mo Bufan, who had retracted his gaze, curled his lips slightly. As he scanned the area with a trace of spiritual power, he actually found a few interesting guys. It seemed that the top ten of this session were not too boring.

"Dou Tian, ​​after not seeing you for a year, your cultivation has become even stronger. Not bad."

Mo Bufan smiled lightly and replied indifferently to Dou Tian's words that contained a hint of sharpness.

However, when Mo Bufan's words were heard by the others, they all frowned slightly, because Mo Bufan's response to Dou Tian was like an elder praising a younger generation, and there was no deliberateness at all, as if it was a matter of course.

"Mo Bufan, you always look so high and mighty. Do you really think you are the best in the East? This time, I will ask for your advice." Dou Tian

had obviously experienced Mo Bufan's attitude, but this time he had enough confidence to defeat Mo Bufan in the end.

As for the champion of the Hundred Cities War, it was naturally in his pocket for Dou Tian, ​​and the other nine people had no right to compete with him.

Dou Tian's words made Mo Bufan smile again: "Okay, I hope you can give me a surprise this time."

Then Mo Bufan continued: "I came here to meet the top ten of this session, and secondly, to apologize for Pei Hong. He was very rude to you last time. Please bear with me. Although Pei Hong was a little impatient, he didn't mean it. It was just a matter of one thought."

Mo Bufan said this very sincerely, as if he really came to apologize for Pei Hong's provocation.

However, since Mo Bufan came to apologize in person, the top ten of the Hundred Cities War naturally accepted it generously. As for the deep meaning, it can only be solved after the champion is born.

Looking at the back of the man in a green shirt going away, Ye Wuque's eyes were shining. Although it was only a very brief meeting, Ye Wuque finally had a direct understanding of Mo Bufan.

With the departure of Mo Bufan, the garden of the Ten Dragons Jingshe seemed to have returned to its previous appearance, but what everyone was thinking in their hearts was not something that could be told to outsiders.

Rubbing the wine glass in his hand, Ye Wuque's mood was churning. Mo Bufan and Dou Tian were like two mountains in front of him. If he didn't push these two mountains down, he couldn't see the Grand City Lord, and he couldn't get the news about Uncle Fu from the Grand City Lord.

As the most peak existence in the entire East Land, if it wasn't the final reward of this Hundred Cities War, the Grand City Lord who was so rare that he couldn't see it easily, how could a small cultivator like him meet him casually.

However, the Hundred Cities War gave him this opportunity, allowing him to have the possibility of meeting the Grand City Lord, so no matter how difficult and hard it was, he would not give up. No matter whether you were ranked first or second, you could not stop Ye Wuque!

Looking at the handsome young man sitting opposite with eyes as sharp as knives, Mo Honglian and Nalan Yan also smiled slightly. In their opinion, Ye Wuque must be full of fighting spirit and passion at this moment, hoping to fight and collide with the two demons who stood at the top of the entire young generation of the East.

Such thoughts were surging in their hearts. Young hearts are always unwilling to be lonely, always eager to forge ahead, blood flying, and go through a hearty battle!

This night was not peaceful for the top ten, because they finally met Mo Bufan, the first demon in the East. The fighting spirit in their hearts, which was as turbulent as the Yangtze River, was stimulated and completely exploded, just like a little spark was fired in the boiling kerosene, and the flames burned the sky.

...

The night was eventually driven away by the day. When the blazing sun slowly rose from the east, the golden city that had suppressed the East for a long time seemed to have awakened from its endless slumber and was full of new vitality.

The entire First Main City was completely boiling. In the early morning, countless monks rushed to one place like a torrent.

The Dust Palace.

The final destination of tens of thousands of monks is a place called the Dust Palace. It is white as jade and is located in the central area of ​​the entire First Main City. It is majestic and awe-inspiring.

If the First Main City suppresses the entire East, then the Dust Palace suppresses the First Main City.

Because the owner of this Dust Palace is the one who stands at the top of the East, the Grand Lord of the First Main City. It can be said that the Dust Palace is the most sacred and great place in the hearts of all the monks in the First Main City. Sitting in one place, it has power in all directions.

In front of the Dust Palace, there is an extremely huge ancient golden battle platform. This ancient golden battle platform is more ancient and vicissitudes than the arena, because the ancient golden battle platform was built together with the First Main City. Its history can be traced back to a long time ago. It witnessed the inheritance and glory of the First Main City. It is the place that every monk in the First Main City dreams of standing on.

Anyone who is qualified to stand on the Ancient Gold Battle Stage is the top talent in the entire East Land over the long years. If the arena still has a hint of cruel test, then the Ancient Gold Battle Stage represents pure glory.

The sun rises and shines everywhere. The Ancient Gold Battle Stage is full of monks from the First Main City. The number is nearly one-third more than the top ten melee three days ago!

After all, during the top ten melee, there may be some monks in the First Main City who happened to be in seclusion, or just practiced to a critical point and missed the melee, but no one will miss the most exciting championship battle.

The hot atmosphere spreads around the Ancient Gold Battle Stage. It is impossible for the Dust Palace to have such a hot popularity on weekdays. Those who are qualified or lucky to enter the Dust Palace are geniuses with excellent talents and rewards. Ordinary monks can only look at the Dust Palace from afar.

Being able to sit openly at the ancient golden battle stage in front of the Dust Palace like today can be said to be an opportunity that only comes once every three years. Coupled with the desire and expectation for the championship battle, the popularity is naturally overwhelming and extremely hot.

The ancient golden battle stage is about ten thousand feet in size. Even if it is already full of tens of thousands of cultivators, it still does not seem crowded at all. The battle stage is paved with golden stone slabs that are ten feet in size. They are ancient and magnificent, just like the ten strong men who will step on it today. The

ancient golden battle stage is circular and connected by ten pale golden thrones. At this moment, there is a young figure sitting on each of the ten pale golden thrones.

Ye Wuque stroked the ancient throne he was sitting on with both hands, and he also had some feelings in his heart. He could imagine that over the long years, many young strong men had sat on this ancient throne behind him. They were all the most outstanding young talents in the endless time of the East. They all stood on the ancient golden battle stage and shone their most dazzling light.

Now that he has bravely moved forward all the way and finally sat on this ancient throne, Ye Wuque couldn't help but wonder where those young geniuses who once sat on this ancient throne are now? Are they still as dazzling and brilliant as they were when they were young?

Such thoughts were fleeting in Ye Wuque's mind, because a roar suddenly sounded from the palace far away from the ancient golden battle platform, and the palace door of the mortal palace, which had been closed all the time, slowly opened, and with it came a magnificent and mighty breath!

The Holy Light Elder and the Second City Lord Wei Xiong, who were walking side by side, stepped out of the mortal palace, and then the Holy Light Elder took off and slowly flew over the ancient golden battle platform, while City Lord Wei stepped into a main seat of the ancient golden battle platform in one step.

Standing in the void, the Holy Light Elder looked at the ten young figures sitting on the pale golden ancient thrones below, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in the depths of his vicissitudes of life.

The ten youngsters selected from the East this time were much better than he had imagined, especially the few talented ones among them, which made Elder Shengguang very happy. He was also looking forward to the next championship battle to see which one would eventually reach the top and win the most glorious honor of the young generation of the East.

"Om"

With a wave of his hand, a small golden light ball emerged, and quietly floating inside it were ten Hundred Cities Jade Seals, each emitting golden light.

At the same time, the vicissitudes of the voice of the Holy Light Elder rang out: "The Hundred Cities War has finally come to the final championship battle today. I also want to see which of the ten little guys can become the final champion. Because this champion not only represents glory, but also means that after entering my Holy Way of the Heavens, you can get an additional 50,000 sect contribution points. As for the use of the contribution points, you will understand after the ten of you enter the Holy Way of the Heavens, but I can tell you that it will definitely make you ecstatic."

"Okay, I won't say any more. The championship battle has officially begun. It will still be a two-on-two duel. The winner will advance and the champion will be decided in the end. As for the selection method, it will be the same as the first round of battle. I will randomly draw." As soon as

the voice fell, the ten golden Hundred Cities Jade Seals floating beside the Holy Light Elder began to rotate disorderly, and golden light scattered everywhere.

As the ten Hundred Cities Jade Seals began to rotate disorderly, the eyes of everyone on the ancient gold battle stage were all focused on them.

Ye Wuque raised his head, staring at the ten golden jade seals of a hundred cities with his bright eyes, and the fighting spirit in his heart slowly boiled up.

Feng Caichen carried a long sword on his back, and his clear eyes also looked up into the void.

Chen He held the sword in both hands, flicked it with one finger, and the sound of the sword chanting spread slowly, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Huo Qingshan wiped his face with his big hand, his fat body swayed, and his eyes looked up into the void with a hint of heat.

Xia You and Xue Qianxun's beautiful eyes flickered, the coldness around them was hidden, and their enchanting bodies sat quietly.

Mo Honglian and Nalan Yan's beautiful eyes were smiling, but under this smile there was a burning fighting spirit and desire.

Yuan She still had his hands on his chest, but this time he opened his eyes, and a trace of fluctuation finally flashed in those dead eyes.

Only Dou Tian kept his eyes closed. In his heart, it didn't matter who his opponent was, because the champion of the Hundred Cities War would only be his in the end. He wanted to use this as a springboard to have a decisive battle with Mo Bufan. This was his real goal.

"Om"

The Holy Light Elder in the void finally reached in with one hand when the ten Hundred Cities Jade Seals were rotating to the extreme, and then pulled out, and suddenly two Hundred Cities Jade Seals appeared in his hand.

Looking at the names engraved on the two Hundred Cities Jade Seals in his hand, a trace of wonder flashed in the vicissitudes of the Holy Light Elder's eyes, and then was replaced by a very strong interest.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the first match would be a clash between these two little guys, but who is stronger between the two is what I'm most looking forward to."

"Buzz"

Two golden jade seals of the Hundred Cities were raised high by the Holy Light Elder, and at the same time, an old voice spread out: "The first battle, Ye Wuque from Longguang City vs. Feng Caichen from Zhujian City!"

As soon as this word spread, the Ancient Gold Battle Stage was silent at first, and then cheers and excitement broke out!

Ye Wuque from Longguang City!

Feng Caichen from the Sword Forging City!

These two can be said to be the most eye-catching monks in this Hundred Cities War, because they are different from the others. They participated in the Hundred Cities War with the peak of the Heroic Soul Realm, but finally made it to the top ten. They are all super geniuses who can fight across levels!

So who of these two will be stronger?

I'm afraid this is the answer that others want to know most, except for who will be the champion of the Hundred Cities War.

Now these two geniuses with exactly the same real cultivation have finally been divided into a group and started a big showdown. This situation makes all the spectators excited and eager!

Ye Wuque stood up from the pale golden ancient throne, his shawl black hair fluttering thickly, his slender body is strong and upright, and his pair of bright eyes are flashing with an extremely strong fighting spirit, and the fiery emotions in his heart are about to be suppressed!

"I didn't expect that the first battle would be against you, Feng Caichen, but... I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Swoosh"

Ye Wuque kicked his feet and murmured to the center of the ancient golden battle platform like a golden lightning. At the same time, another clear figure also came from another direction at a high speed!

The two people standing next to each other were nearly twenty feet apart. Ye Wuque looked at Feng Caichen twenty feet away, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like lightning and ray of light!

Feng Caichen also looked at Ye Wuque. This opponent who he accidentally met in Longguang Main City more than a month ago did not disappoint him. He walked to the end and stood in front of him. He would fight with him to see who would be stronger.

"Feng Caichen, I have waited too long for this battle!"

Ye Wuque's voice sounded softly and reached Feng Caichen's ears.

Hearing Ye Wuque's sharp words, Feng Caichen also smiled slightly and replied in a clear voice: "I once said that I was waiting for you in the Hundred Cities War. I have also been waiting for a long time for you and me to fight."

The two of them asked and answered each other with smiles. For some reason, they both felt a sense of mutual appreciation for each other, as if they would continue to fight in the future until they stood at the top.

"Om"

The light golden holy fighting spirit swirled up, Ye Wuque's black hair danced wildly, and the golden and red blood in his body surged like the Yangtze River. He clenched his fists, with infinite strength in his hands, and took a big step. The surrounding void seemed to make a humming sound!

"Yin"

A sword chant suddenly sounded, Feng Caichen's eyes were clear, and his white right hand held an ancient long sword. The whole person instantly revealed his sharpness, and the sword and the man became one. The sharp breath filled the eight directions, the sword energy gushed, and the sword light shot!

All the spectators on the ancient gold battle platform, including the Holy Light Elder and the second city lord Wei Xiong, were watching the upcoming big showdown!

The battle between Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen was about to start!

"Om... Yin!"

However, at this moment, a roar that seemed to come from the sky suddenly spread from the end of the distant sky. At the same time, a dazzling sword light shone from the extreme west. This sword light seemed to be able to cut through the world, cut through the void, and cut through everything that needed to be cut. It was as bright as the power of heaven, piercing people's hearts and blinding their eyes!

The moment this sword light appeared, Wei Xiong frowned, and then seemed to think of something and relaxed again. The Holy Light Elder above the void showed an extremely regretful expression, and looked at Feng Caichen who stopped the battle because of the sword light that suddenly appeared in the sky with a trace of reluctance.

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