Taoist Wang Ye patted his chest and seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

Zuo Yu looked at him with interest and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" Wang Ye looked at the two people in front of him, suppressed the inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, and said with a chuckle, "I have a feeling that the people who are grouped with you two will definitely be the most unlucky people in today's conference!"

Zuo Yu blinked at him and suddenly said a name: "Ma Xianhong."

Wang Ye was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Who is Ma Xianhong?"

Zuo Yu curled his lips and shook his head: "Nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ma Xianhong is a character that appears in the subsequent Chen Duo chapter. He said this name to test whether Wang Ye is a time traveler.

Now it seems that this guy is not a time traveler, but has sensed the danger of being their opponent through some unknown means.

And this unknown method is most likely the Eight Great Skills mastered by Wang Ye - Fenghou Qimen!

Facing Zuo Yu's interested gaze, Wang felt a chill in his heart for some reason. He quickly said goodbye with an awkward smile and fled away from Zuo Yu and Li Yun.

"This guy has a very sharp sense!"

"After all, he is the biggest dark horse among the younger generation." Li Yun looked at Wang Ye's back and said calmly, "If he goes all out, I don't think Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan would be his match."

"No need to estimate. Wang Ye, who has mastered Fenghou Qimen, is a unique figure in this conference."

While Zuo Yu was casually discussing the contestants of this conference with Li Yun, he walked towards the audience seats.

Although the two players played in different venues, they were both in the third round and needed to watch two games before it was their turn.

Since the venue is large enough, it is divided into several blocks and the competition is carried out simultaneously in batches. Viewers can choose any venue to watch according to their preferences.

The first competition was Group A, among which Zhang Lingyu's group attracted the most attention.

Zhang Lingyu is a disciple of the old Heavenly Master and a high-ranking official in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. He masters the Heavenly Master's Mansion's Golden Light Spell and Thunder Magic, and his powerful strength is unquestionable.

Faced with such a strong opponent, the other three players on the field quickly reached a consensus and planned to work together to eliminate the famous Lingyu Zhenren first, and then decide the winner among the three of them.

It’s a pity that with their combined strength, they are no match for Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu was seen circulating the golden light on his body, and using three punches and two kicks to dissolve the opponent's joint offensive. Then he moved his palms, and the rich golden light condensed into golden colored glaze with the texture of jade in his palms.

The next second, accompanied by three muffled sounds, the three people who were attacking in a siege formation flew backwards together.

Zhang Lingyu retracted the golden light radiating from his body and bowed calmly.

"Thank you."

The referee looked at the three people lying on the ground and immediately announced the result of the match loudly.

“How boring.”

Zuo Yu pouted in boredom, disappeared silently in the audience, and then appeared next to Li Yun in the next venue.

"Old Li, how is Feng Baobao doing?"

"It's still the same as in the original novel. The opponent is Tianjin Wei Xiao Taoyuan. These three brothers were beaten by Feng Baobao in the North China region before. As soon as they saw Feng Baobao on the field today, they surrendered. Now the one on the field is Zhang Chulan, the second white tiger. This guy is still so shameless. He pretends to be arrogant and induces the other three to fight. When the winner among the three is decided, he will probably reap the benefits..."

Before he finished speaking, the three people in the venue finally decided the winner.

Zhang Chulan pretended to let him circulate his Qi on the spot first, and then adjust his condition before fighting with him.

But when his opponent sat down to regulate his breathing with a grateful look on his face, Zhang Chulan stood up with a chuckle and ended the match with a slap.

As soon as this move was made, the whole audience was in an uproar. All the spectators stared at the complacent Zhang Chulan in the arena with anger on their faces. Even the referee who announced the result of the match had veins all over his face and wished he could come down and slap this shameless man in the face.

Boos and curses echoed across the field.

But Zhang Chulan didn't care. To him, the result of victory was the most important.

"Baihu B, Zhang Chulan wins!"

"Next group, Green Turtle C is coming in!"

"It's your turn, Lao Li!"

Zuo Yu looked at Li Yun with a smile.

Li Yun nodded slightly and jumped into the venue.

Since the Group A and Group B competitions in the current venue ended too quickly, Li Yun became the first Group C player to take the field. The players in other venues were still fighting fiercely, and the venue where Zuo Yu was located was naturally no exception.

When Zhang Chulan left the stage with his hands in his pockets amid boos from the audience, the audience outside left in anger.

Even some of the ten bosses left the venue and went to watch the competition of their own children and nephews.

After all, the games in all venues are played simultaneously, and no one can watch all the games without missing one unless watching the replays. In this case, pre-match fame becomes the biggest focus.

Zhang Chulan was the focus and favorite to win the championship before the game, so naturally many people came to watch.

Now that Zhang Chulan won the game, all the spectators who came for him dispersed.

Some of the audience who stayed were those who were aware of the strength of Zuo Yu and Li Yun, such as Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao and Wang Ye, while others stayed because of a more famous contestant.

This person is Feng Xingtong, the youngest son of Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Association.

As one of the new Ten Lords, Feng Zhenghao is very powerful and masters one of the Eight Great Skills, the Soul Binding and General Summoning Skills. He is also quite famous among the younger generation of extraordinary people. His youngest son, as the legitimate successor of the Tianxia Association, naturally attracts the support of the audience.

"Why are you here too?"

Feng Shayan, who had easily won the game, came to Zhang Chulan and the others, looked at her brother on the field and said softly, "This kid has a bad mentality. He gets nervous when his friends are watching. If he loses and blames you, don't blame me for not reminding you. By the way, Zhang Chulan, your shamelessness really opened my eyes!"

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not here to see your brother."

As he spoke, Zhang Chulan turned his head and stared at Zuo Yu in the audience opposite and Li Yun in the field.

Feng Xingtong glanced at his sister, Zhang Chulan and others in the audience and couldn't help but sigh softly: "I'm sorry, brothers, my friend insisted on coming to watch my game. I have no choice but to go all out and defeat you as soon as possible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold black aura emerged from Feng Xingtong's body, and the whites of his eyes were filled with black mist.

Li Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and saw through his spiritual perspective that three different auras were emanating from Feng Xingtong.

“Is this what it means to summon spirits and send generals?”

"I invited several spirits to possess me at once..."

Feeling the greatly enhanced strength in his body, Feng Xingtong clenched his fists, raised his head, and looked at Li Yun, who had a calm expression, and the other two enemies beside him who had vigilant eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

Feng Xingtong stepped forward, clenched his right fist and rushed towards the three people.

The other two shouted loudly and waved their fists towards Feng Xingtong.

Only Li Yun stood there, quietly watching the battle in front of him.

After inviting the spirit to possess him, Feng Xingtong's strength, speed and physique were greatly enhanced. At the same time, he was able to gain all the combat experience and combat skills of the spirit in his body.

With the accumulation of multiple reinforcements, Feng Xingtong quickly dealt with the two people in front of him. Then, taking advantage of his strong momentum, he shouted and rushed to Li Yun who was standing in place. His right leg, wrapped in black air, swept towards Li Yun's neck fiercely.

"Bang--"

The whip kick with a strong gust of wind was easily caught by one hand.

Li Yun remained motionless, holding the opponent's ankle with one hand, looking down at Feng Xingtong who was stunned in front of him and said lightly: "It is indeed extraordinary to summon spirits and send generals. It's a pity that the spirit you summoned is too weak. It's your bad luck to meet me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong was stunned, and then he felt a terrifying force coming from his legs. He was involuntarily thrown away by this force, crossing a distance of more than ten meters and slamming into the wall of the venue.

"Bang!!"

With a loud bang, Feng Xingtong slid down the wall covered with spider-web-like cracks.

“Ahem…”

Feng Xingtong knelt on one knee, stroking his chest, coughed, raised his head, and looked at Li Yun with uncertainty.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"What's going on? Is the young master of Tianxiahui going to be eliminated in one round?"

"No way, he is Feng Zhenghao's son after all, how can he be so weak?"

"Idiot, it's not that Master Feng is too weak, it's that the opponent is too strong!"

"Can't you see that the Qi of this guy opposite is tightly sealed inside his body, without any leakage? This shows that his body has reached the pinnacle in terms of horizontal training. I estimate that even a bullet cannot penetrate his skin..."

"How can it be so exaggerated? No matter how strong the horizontal training is, it is still flesh and blood. It can't be compared with steel, right?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but without exception, everyone was extremely shocked by the result of the game.

Only a few people including Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye had anticipated this outcome.

Li Yun walked slowly towards Feng Xingtong and asked, "Do you want to fight again?"

Feng Xingtong widened his eyes and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I give up!"

Li Yun stopped and turned to walk out of the venue.

Feng Xingtong looked at his back and couldn't help asking, "May I ask your name, big brother?"

Li Yun paused and said softly, "Li Yun."

After saying that, Li Yun continued to walk away from the venue through the main entrance.

At the same time, the referee of Tianshi Mansion announced the verdict loudly.

"Green turtle, Li Yunsheng!"