Ascension Through Generations

"Number seventy-six wins!"

As the base-building referee's cold voice sounded, Zhao Sheng flew down from the ring with a calm expression and walked towards Qimei.

"Haha, that's interesting!"

On the white jade high platform, the white-browed boy suddenly laughed, and then said through a spiritual message: "Da Gan, make it more difficult for the little guy, so that he will not be arrogant and underestimate the world in the future."

Chen Daqian's face changed, and he immediately sent a message back: "My ancestors have seen Wanli, Qian'er will make arrangements for himself."

After saying that, Chen Daqian continued chatting with the fat old man while secretly transmitting the message to his confidants.

Not long after, the short, fat old man who announced the rules of the competition quietly left the high platform and secretly dealt with the small matters that the head of the family had just arranged.

At this time, Zhao Sheng had no idea that a certain shady old monster had already arranged several "good shows" for him. The purpose is just to let him taste the taste of failure.

However, will the white-browed boy's "plan" really succeed? Only God knows at this point.

About an hour later, night had fallen, the number of people on the Cloud Terrace had reduced by half, and Zhao Sheng left early with Qimei.

The first day of the competition came to an end, and the top thirty were successfully announced.

…

Early the next morning, thousands of people gathered densely on the Cloud Terrace again. It seemed that there were even more people than on the first day.

However, on the high white jade platform, the number of high-ranking elders from all branches of the Chen family who came to watch the competition was significantly reduced by nearly one-third compared to the first day.

The reason for this abnormal phenomenon is that after watching the competition on the first day, the senior family officials have generally made a judgment on the ranking of this competition. Since they have predicted the "result" in advance, they naturally lose the ability to continue. Interested in reading.

On the other side, Zhao Sheng arrived late with Qimei.

A few people came to where they were yesterday, still setting up the tables, chairs, fruits and pastries, and continued eating, drinking, talking and laughing while waiting for the top 30 competition to begin.

Today's competition started with the pudgy old man taking the stage to announce the start.

Soon, there were exciting and dangerous competitions one after another, which made the Chen family disciples in the audience mesmerized and thrilling.

Whenever there is a competition to determine the winner, the winner will receive a mountain of cheers and applause.

The triennial family competition is a rare event for the cunning Chen family. This is where generations of talented people from the Chen family emerge, and then begin their own spectacular, ups and downs wonderful lives.

"The next match is between Chen Mingxi, the main line, and Chen Mingpan, the Qilin Chen family. Please take the stage!"

Zhao Sheng stood up in response, jumped up amidst Qimei's cheers, and landed on the ring.

However, he waited for a while, but his opponent never came on stage.

Upon seeing this, the referee Ji Ji's face darkened, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Qi Lin Chen, where is Chen Mingpan? If you don't come to the ring again, it will be regarded as a forfeit."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd watching in the audience started whispering to each other.

"Don't rush me, I'm here." At this moment, a sturdy young man covered in silver-white armor appeared on the ring in a flash.

As soon as this person stepped onto the ring, he caused a commotion in the audience.

"Have you heard that Chen Mingpan's grandfather is a late-stage foundation-building monk? Looking at the aura flowing through the armor on his body, it is obviously not an ordinary treasure, let alone a spiritual weapon-level armor!"

"Hehe, even if that thing is not a spiritual weapon, it is at least a top-notch semi-spiritual weapon. Alas, it seems that Chen Mingxi has stopped here. How can his opponent have a premeditated plan!"

Just as the audience was talking about it, Chen Mingpan turned over with one hand, and a huge black iron bow fell into his hand. He said with an arrogant look: "I have long disliked you. Let me do it today." I’ll teach you a lesson. Remember, people should be humble and low-key, don’t be too arrogant!”

Zhao Sheng did not answer, but glanced at the long bow, a spiritual weapon in the opponent's hand, and the semi-spiritual weapon armor on his body. Then he looked at Chen Mingpan across from him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

Opposite Chen Mingpan was furious when he saw this. He held up the spiritual bow with both hands and poured all his magic power into it. After a burst of string sound, three feet long spiritual arrows suddenly appeared on the bow string.

Waves of violent spiritual energy surged around, shocking the onlookers in the audience.

On the white jade platform not far away, Chen Dacheng, Chen Daqian and other Chen family leaders were also paying attention to the competition.

Chen Dacheng's face was gloomy, and he looked up at the head of the family several times. He sent messages to protest several times, but was forcibly comforted by the head of the family.

At this time, Chen Mingpan seemed to feel that he had become the center of attention. Chen Mingpan felt happy and instantly released the bowstring. He saw three arrows shooting into Zhao Sheng's chest and abdomen.

Zhao Sheng still stood there without moving, with a half-smile on his face.

The next second, three rays of golden sword light were seen shooting out from the bottom of his sleeves, just in time to meet the three flying arrows of light.

Bang bang bang!

Three muffled sounds were heard, Chen Mingpan's expression changed, he quickly pulled the bowstring, and Beng Beng Beng fired three rounds of light arrows in succession.

Zhao Sheng's figure blurred and appeared more than ten feet away, easily avoiding the attack.

At the same time, thunder suddenly sounded, and a ray of golden light cut through the void. The sharp light lingered on everyone's retinas for a long time, which was frightening.

"In this competition, the main line Chen Mingxi wins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mingpan fell to the ground with a thud and passed out.

"Damn it, I lost again! Damn it, Chen Mingpan, you big loser, you will lose even if you have a spiritual weapon in your hand. Why don't you hold on for a few more rounds! This time I lose miserably."

"Brother, do you see clearly how Chen Mingpan lost? Logically speaking, this person should not be so vulnerable. Could it be, brother, be careful, that Chen Mingxi is very weird!"

"Tsk, tsk, first the thunder sound of sword energy, and then the differentiation of sword light. Congratulations to the main line for producing another true swordsman. If this child can be trained properly in the future, I am afraid that he will at least be a true swordsman." The beautiful woman chuckled. Said loudly.

Chen Dacheng on the side couldn't help but look smug when he heard this, and said to himself: "You old woman underestimates Xi'er too much. If you know Xi'er's true talent, your jaw will drop."

"Ahem!"

Feeling the gaze coming from his ancestor, the head of the family, Chen Daqian, felt uncomfortable all over. He couldn't help coughing, then turned his head and gave the short, fat old man a sharp look.

The short, fat old man was shocked and quickly slipped off the platform to arrange matters in person to prevent mistakes from happening again.

Zhao Sheng walked off the ring without even a drop of sweat on his face.

However, the seven women took out pink handkerchiefs one after another and rushed forward to wipe his sweat, which temporarily attracted side glances from the people around him.

The next competition will start soon.

But Zhao Sheng had long lost interest in watching, because just dealing with the seven girls around him was enough to give him a headache.

Near noon, there was a family competition to determine the top sixteen, one of whom was selected from the losers.

…

Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng stood face to face with a big man in black robes.

As soon as the Foundation Establishment referee announced the start of the competition, the big man in black robe patted his waist without saying a word, and two masses of black evil mist suddenly filled the air.

The black mist surged, and a gloomy bronze-armored corpse suddenly jumped out from it. Each of them was over ten feet tall, with steel and iron bones, exuding a faint coercion.

The strength of the bronze-armored corpse is comparable to that of a foundation-building monk, not to mention that there are two heads when it appears.

"Fuck, this is cheating! I want to protest, protest against someone cheating."

"Hey, who can beat these two bronze-armored corpses! I think there's something fishy here!"

"It's so miserable. It's my hundred spiritual stones!"

There were protests from the audience, but surprisingly, the referee on the stage turned a deaf ear to it, and the family bosses on the white jade platform also remained silent.

Smart people have already seen some clues at this time, and naturally they will not speak foolishly.

As the big man in black robe stretched out his hand, one of the bronze-armored corpses jumped more than ten feet, and crashed onto Zhao Sheng's head with the force of Mount Tai.

The other bronze-armored corpse took two steps back, and the black zombie aura spurted from its mouth billowed over a few feet in radius, obscuring the figure of its owner.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were sharp, and he wiped his right hand across his waist, holding a three-foot-long wooden sword that was struck black by thousand-year lightning strike in his hand.

When the sword was swung out, the sword's body glowed with intense electric light, and there was a three-inch-long sword glow at the tip of the sword.

Snapped!

The wooden sword slashed out like electricity, and the tip of the sword hit the Tanzhong point on the chest of the bronze-armored corpse with incomparable precision. In an instant, dense electric light spread all over the zombie's body, causing it to tremble and freeze.

Immediately afterwards, the Thousand-Year Thunderwood Sword, which contained the power of the Zhiyang Thunderbolt, burst out with dazzling electric light, and most of the sword blade pierced the chest of the bronze-armored corpse at once, as easily as piercing through a layer of paper.

The next second, a large piece of thunder and fire suddenly burned all over the bronze armored corpse, burning it into ashes in an instant.

Before the war started, no one could have imagined that the tyrannical bronze-armored corpse would be so vulnerable in front of Chen Mingxi.

After Zhao Sheng succeeded in one blow, he threw the wooden sword in his hand without hesitation.

The Thousand-Year Thunder Wood Sword is like a thunder python, with sputtering electric light, burrowing into the black evil mist like lightning.

Roar!

The next moment, a pitiful roar came from the fog, and the depths of the black fog suddenly lit up, followed by hundreds of dazzling electric lights.

In the blink of an eye, the black corpse was wiped away by the electric light, and there was no longer any obstruction in the arena. At this time, the scene on the field clearly fell into the eyes of everyone.

The audience was in an uproar and were stunned. Just because the remaining bronze-armored corpse was burnt to ashes by thunder and fire in full view of everyone,

The thousand-year-old thunderwood sword was not only intact, but also resting under the neck of the black-robed man, the sword shining with a faint thunder light.

The lightning-strike tree, which has experienced the baptism of thunder and lightning, is originally the nemesis of all monsters and ghosts.

Coupled with Zhao Sheng's spiritual power, he used secret methods to draw out the remaining power of thunder in the Thunderwood Sword, which resulted in an astonishing scene of two swords killing two corpses.

At this time, everyone's attention was attracted by the Thousand-Year Thunder Wood Sword, and no one thought that Zhao Sheng was actually a thunder cultivator.

Seeing Chen Mingxi kill two bronze-armored corpses with ease, the faces of the other fifteen strong men all changed, and they secretly prayed that they would never encounter this evil star in the future.

On the white jade high platform, everyone had different expressions. Chen Daqian frowned slightly, Chen Dacheng smiled and said nothing, and the beautiful woman's eyes were filled with brilliance.

At this time, the white-browed boy was also a little surprised, not that Zhao Sheng won so easily, but that he was able to activate the power of thunder with only the strength of the Qi Refining Realm.

After being surprised, the white-browed boy felt happy again. He was even more optimistic about this boy's future. He couldn't help but think to himself: "If this boy can survive the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation before the great catastrophe, then wouldn't the sacred tree have three points?" Hope. Alas, it’s a pity that three hundred years are too limited after all. I just hope that this son will not disappoint me.”

"I...admit defeat." The big man in black robe glanced at the wooden sword under his neck, and had no choice but to lower his head and admit defeat with a face full of reluctance.

"Accept." Zhao Sheng lightly cupped his hands, reached out to recall the wooden sword, turned around and jumped off the ring, and finally returned to his seat surrounded by seven women.

"How come I don't have such an outstanding adopted son! This time, Chen Dacheng got a big advantage in vain. If things continue like this, this son will be able to establish a family in a hundred years and continue to protect the people of this tribe for hundreds of years." Bei The red-bearded old man of the Dichen clan twirled his beard with his hand and spoke to the spirit of the beautiful woman beside him.

"The ancestors seem to be paying special attention to this child!" The beautiful woman's eyes flickered and she secretly sent a message back.

"Hey, it's true. Could it be that our ancestors are interested in talents again and want to bring this child to his side and train him personally?"

"It's possible!"

"Hey, if that's really the case, I'd better show my good will as soon as possible!"

"I'm afraid that after this competition is over, this boy will soar into the sky."

Just as all the big guys on the high platform were moved, the short and fat old man was scratching his head and ears anxiously.

The head of the family secretly ordered him to keep Chen Mingxi out of the ten.

He thought it would be an easy task, but he didn't expect that this boy was so powerful that he couldn't even stop two bronze-armored corpses.

This boy had won two games in a row and was already destined to be among the top ten, but now he was paralyzed and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, the short and fat old man's ears twitched, and his face suddenly nodded with joy, and then his figure flashed and disappeared.

…

As the final battle in the ring determines the winner, the top ten in this family competition have been decided.

Since then, today's competition has come to an end.

Tomorrow will start the top ten rounds to determine the final ranking of the competition.

Zhao Sheng and the Seven Girls were about to leave. As soon as they reached the edge of the terrace, they saw Chen Mingyan walking over.

The man held up his hands with a cheerful expression on his face and said, "Congratulations to Brother Mingxi for successfully entering the top ten in the competition."

"Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I'm just lucky." Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and said humbly.

Chen Mingyan smiled but didn't take it seriously. Suddenly, the conversation changed and he took the initiative to talk about the other top nine candidates.

This person is a thoughtful person, and he has already found out everything about the strength of the other nine, the spells and magic weapons they are good at, and so on.

Therefore, when I talk about it, I can talk about it endlessly, and I can count all the treasures in my family.

It's a pity that his gesture of goodwill is destined to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

How could Zhao Sheng put a bunch of brats in his eyes?

On the contrary, Chen Ying and Chen Qi listened very intently and seemed to be very worried that Zhao Sheng's competitors were too strong.

Because of this small delay, many peers around him quickly came over and congratulated Zhao Sheng, and their words were more pleasant than the last.

Some people are more reserved and leave quickly after congratulating each other.

But some people were shameless and refused to leave. They kept getting close to Zhao Sheng and flattered him repeatedly.

Not long after, a large circle of people gathered around Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng originally didn't want to pay attention to a bunch of sycophants, but when he saw that the seven girls were overjoyed and proud, he patiently dealt with the flattery of the people around him.

Until nightfall, and seeing that the rightful owner was getting more and more impatient, the group of people dispersed one after another.

Before boarding the speed train, Chen Mingyan secretly handed over a jade slip and hinted that Zhao Sheng would look at it after he got back.

Looking at the man's retreating figure, Zhao Sheng used his spiritual consciousness to probe into the jade slip, and a piece of information instantly poured into his mind, which immediately made him raise his eyebrows.

"Tsk, tsk, you actually asked me to fake a match!"