"Who?" Wang Bo was stunned.
"The Holy Son of Red Flame Peak, Leng Wuhen!" Nangong Can said word by word.
"Is this person very strong?" Wang Bo asked with interest.
"His cultivation level should be about the same as yours, around the third level of Wuzong, but..."
Nangong Can changed the subject and continued, "Chiyan Peak has a powerful killing weapon called the Twelve Flying Shadow Needles. It kills people invisibly and is impossible to defend against!"
"The most deadly thing is that even if one of the needles pierces your skin, you will instantly lose your ability to move, and become completely like meat on the opponent's chopping block!"
"During this discussion, the Lord of Scarlet Flame Peak, Zhong Chengkong, will definitely pass on the Twelve Flying Shadow Needles to Leng Wuhen."
"If your opponent is him, be sure to be alert!"
Hearing this, a cold look flashed across Wang Bo's eyes. "Don't worry, Palace Master. If I really encounter Leng Wuhen, the ungrateful disciple of Zhong Chengkong, I will definitely kill him on the stage!"
After taking over Xuansha Hall, Qitian Sect and Skull Valley some time ago, Zheng Jiao'e confessed a big secret.
It turned out that these three forces besieged the Nether Palace at the instigation of Leng Wuhen, the Holy Son of Red Flame Peak.
It was Leng Wuhen who revealed that Nangong Can's old illness had relapsed.
Originally, there were only two people who knew Nangong Can's secret.
One is Nangong Can’s direct disciple Hongyue.
The other is Zhong Chengkong, the master of Red Flame Peak.
The most hateful thing is,
The reason why Nangong Can's old illness relapsed was because of the hidden danger left by a forbidden technique he used in order to lead Zhong Chengkong out of the siege during the battle between good and evil twenty years ago.
result,
What he got in return was not Zhong Chengkong's gratitude and repayment, but taking advantage of the situation.
Zhong Chengkong must have told Leng Wuhen that Nangong Can's old illness had relapsed, which was why Leng Wuhen instigated three forces including Xuansha Hall to besiege the Netherworld Palace.
"Wang Bo, don't be so stubborn!"
Nangong Can said: "Leng Wuhen is extremely cunning and powerful. If he wields the Twelve Feiying Needles, you won't mind admitting defeat!"
"Thank you for your concern, Palace Master, but I know what to do!"
…
The competition in the ring is still in full swing.
But in the following draws, Wang Bo did not draw Leng Wuhen once, and he advanced all the way to the top 20.
Hongyue also made it into the top 20 thanks to her strong enough cultivation.
However, the eldest disciple of the Netherworld Palace, Qin Shangwu, and another female disciple named Li Caiying, missed the illusion trial because of their lack of strength.
"Deputy Palace Master, Saintess, congratulations!"
Although Qin Shangwu lost, his face was filled with excitement. "As long as I make it into the top 20, I'll qualify for the Illusion Trial!"
"The next opponents are all very strong. I wonder if we can advance to the next round?" Hongyue said worriedly.
"The qualification for the trial is already in hand, there's no need to act tough!"
Wang Bo consoled him, "If you encounter a too strong opponent, just admit defeat!"
"What about you?"
Hongyue asked, "Are you confident that you can make it into the top ten?"
"Confidence is not important, strength is the key!" Wang Bo smiled.
In addition to him and Hongyue, there were many other people he knew who made it into the top 20.
Liu Feifei, the Saintess of Xiaoyao Sect;
Leng Wuhen, the Holy Son of Red Flame Peak;
Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion;
Venerable Guangzhi of Cibei Temple;
Yan Feisha, the talented woman of Ziwei Lake;
And Yue Xingchen, the young master of the Lie Ri Sect.
In addition to these people, there are twelve young talents that he is not very familiar with but are also very powerful.
It can be said that those who can make it into the top 20 are indeed the best among the younger generation in the entire Beichuan area.
In particular, Yue Xingchen, the young master of the Lie Ri Sect, had the highest support.
Even though the specific rankings haven't come out yet, many people have already booked him as the champion of this year's forum.
Because Yue Xingchen was originally the champion of the previous session, and now his strength has improved a lot, almost no one would object to saying that he is the strongest of the younger generation in Beichuan.
But no matter how much you reserve the title, you still have to compete on stage to be considered worthy of it.
Therefore, the young talents who made it into the top 20 will have to continue to draw lots to compete for a higher ranking.
As long as you can make it into the top three, you will receive prizes prepared by Tianshan.
The third is a Bodhi fruit;
The second one is a sect-level top-grade long sword;
The first one is a king-level lower-grade battle armor;
These three prizes are extremely tempting to anyone.
Even Wang Bo was tempted by two of the prizes.
First of all, there is the Bodhi fruit. Even if you take it directly, it can at least improve your cultivation by one level.
In addition, Bodhi fruit is also an essential medicinal ingredient for refining many high-level elixirs.
As for that lower-grade king-level armor, when worn, it can withstand a blow from a strong man in the early stage of the King of Martial Arts and remain alive.
He was not very interested in the only thing, the sect-level top-grade long sword.
But for others, owning a sect-level weapon is already the dream of countless people.
You should know that the supreme weapons of most sects in Beichuan are only at the spiritual level, not even at the sect level.
"Deputy Palace Master, who is your opponent this time?"
As soon as Wang Bo came down from the drawing table, Qin Shangwu and others surrounded him eagerly.
"Master Guangzhi of Cibei Temple!"
Wang Bo shook the number he drew in his hand.
Same number against same number!
The number he drew was five.
The other person who drew five was Guangzhi from Cibei Temple.
"It's actually this bald donkey?"
"The Vice Palace Master has such bad luck!"
"Guangzhi's cultivation is not only very high, but the Vajra Shield he cultivated is also impeccable!"
Not only Qin Shangwu and the others, Nangong Can also worriedly asked: "Wang Bo, how confident are you that you can defeat Guangzhi?"
“You’ll know when you try it on stage later!”
Wang Bo smiled, and he looked incredibly calm and composed.
Soon, the drawing of lots was completed and the competition began again.
Hongyue was lucky this time. The opponent she drew was only at the ninth level of Wu Ling. She eliminated the opponent with only two moves.
But when Wang Bo stepped onto the stage, all the discussions were almost one-sided.
"This Wang Bo from the Netherworld Palace is doomed to fail!"
"It's unfortunate for him to have met Guangzhi from the Cibei Temple!"
"Although Wang Bo's strength is not weak, he is definitely not as strong as Monk Guangzhi!"
"Monk Guangzhi has always hated evil and was extremely ruthless when he encountered someone from the Demon Sect."
"In the previous rounds of competition, three young men from the Demon Cult died tragically at the hands of Guangzhi."
"Wang Bo represents the notorious Netherworld Palace, a demonic sect. It's exactly what Guangzhi wants!"
"I guess Wang Bo might just give up!"
Before the competition even started, everyone had already predicted the outcome.
However,
Amidst countless pairs of surprised gazes, Wang Bo still walked onto the stage calmly.
"This guy is so courageous!"
"You actually dare to go up there?"
"You won't cry until you see the coffin!"
"It's normal for young people to be a little arrogant, but if they don't know themselves, it's a tragedy!"
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