Kyushu Daoist Master

At the martial arts competition site, after an hour, all the registered disciples gathered here.

After hundreds of thousands of registered disciples poured in, the platform that looked large at first also seemed a bit crowded at this time.

With so many registered disciples gathered, the scene gradually became a bit chaotic.

After all, hundreds of thousands of people are not a joke, and these people are all martial artists, with vigorous blood and energy, and a little friction can easily cause a conflict.

Moreover, there are people watching the excitement all around, and a conflict is more likely to spread, causing the scene to get out of control.

Faced with such a mess, even those outer disciples can't intervene. With their first-grade and second-grade cultivation, they have no way to deal with so many registered disciples.

Only some of the stronger deacons can take action at this time to intimidate some people a little, but for the whole scene, even these deacons can hardly suppress it for a while.

Just when the whole scene was about to get out of control, a cold snort suddenly appeared above the platform.

The cold snort hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and everyone trembled and stopped what they were doing.

"You registered disciples are so bold that you dare to make trouble at this time. Don't you take me, the peak elder, seriously?" A majestic voice echoed, and Xie Yuan's body stood in the sky. A pressure emanated from his body and enveloped the whole scene.

Xie Yuan, who was in the late stage of the fifth-grade Qi Hai realm, suppressed hundreds of thousands of registered disciples with his pressure. Such strength immediately shocked everyone.

"Greetings to the peak elder!" At this time, all the registered disciples bowed their heads and bowed respectfully.

Yang Ze was no exception in the crowd. He did not dare to underestimate Xie Yuan's strength at all. With just this one move, it can be seen that Xie Yuan's title as the number one master of Qingyang Peak is not false.

Looking at so many registered disciples coldly, Xie Yuan's face was emotionless, and he just said: "It seems that you have been lax for too long, and your temper has not been controlled. You have forgotten your identity.

You are registered disciples of Piaomiao Martial Academy, not those gangsters outside who don't know any rules. How can you be so shameless!"

"Please forgive me, Elder Zhangfeng!" Seeing Xie Yuan angry, everyone's heart was full of thoughts.

In their eyes, fifth-grade warriors are simply unattainable, let alone mortals. If Xie Yuan wants to kill them, it would be no different from killing an ant.

"Forgive me? Is a word of forgiveness enough? After today, everyone will cancel the benefits of next month as a punishment!"

When Xie Yuan said this, some people in the crowd immediately wailed. For some people with low cultivation and poor family background, the benefits of registered disciples every month are indispensable. If they lose a month, it will have a great impact on them.

However, more people quieted down without any protest. The cancellation of one month's welfare was already a small punishment for them. If they continued to make trouble, it would be bad for them.

"Everyone, get up. If there is a next time, I will definitely find out who is making trouble and expel them from the martial arts academy!"

Xie Yuan waved his hand to withdraw the pressure on him. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and stood up again.

At the same time, many people appeared beside Xie Yuan, all standing in the air. They looked ordinary, but they were able to stand with Xie Yuan, which showed that they were all elders on Qingyang Peak.

A martial arts competition was the most lively event on Qingyang Peak. Even these elders had to come to watch the battle in person.

Those who could serve as elders in Wuyang Martial Arts Academy were at least strong men in the early stage of the fifth-grade Qi Hai realm. If they performed well in the martial arts competition and were taken in as apprentices by some elders, it would really be a step to heaven.

After so many elders appeared, they nodded to each other, and then they all landed on the high platform on one side of the venue. That was the best position in the entire venue, enough to take in the entire venue.

"The martial arts competition is an assessment of you registered disciples. You should be clear about the rewards of the martial arts competition. If you don't know, you can go to the stone tablet at the entrance of the venue to have a look. There are not only rewards, but also the names of the top 100 registered disciples of the last martial arts competition!

Many of them have entered the outer courtyard and become an outer disciple, so this year, you all have the opportunity to imprint your name on it and become this year, this time, the top 100 registered disciples!"

Xie Yuan said something, which directly ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue.

Seeing this situation, Xie Yuan showed a satisfied look. He waved his hand, and a light suddenly shot out from his sleeves. In the sky, this light exploded and turned into light spots, which fell on everyone.

Yang Ze reached out and caught one. The light faded away, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand. There were different numbers on the front and back of the paper.

"The two numbers on this paper, the front represents the ring number, and the back represents your own number. There are six thousand rings here. You will be divided into groups and go up to each ring to fight on it.

Only the last ten people are qualified to enter the next round of competition. You are given a hundred breaths to step onto your own stage. If you fail to do so within the specified time, you will be disqualified. "

As soon as Xie Yuan stopped, many registered disciples immediately started running. Hundreds of thousands of people were running, and the whole venue was filled with rumbling sounds.

Yang Ze kept shuttling back and forth among the crowd. Xie Yuan was too cruel. With such a short time, if he didn't hurry up, he would not even be qualified to participate in the battle.

And Yang Ze had to admit that this competition system was still a bit cruel. The specific number of registered disciples was unknown, but there must be more than 600,000.

This also means that there will be more than a hundred registered disciples on each stage. It is definitely not an easy task for registered disciples with low cultivation to fight out among so many people.

Yang Ze was fast and soon found his stage The stage, his body swayed out, and landed steadily on the stage. He was the first to arrive.

He had only been standing here for less than three breaths when another person appeared, and then more and more people arrived at the stage.

After a hundred breaths, Yang Ze glanced and found that there were already 101 people on the stage where he was.

The stage, which looked very large, suddenly seemed a bit crowded after so many registered disciples stood on it.

However, Yang Ze looked and found that among the 101 people, only he had cultivated to the level of the ninth stage of true energy. As for the blood and qi emanating from the others, none of them had reached the level of the ninth stage of true energy.

In this way, these people were simply useless to Yang Ze. There is no threat.

In fact, Yang Ze was not worried about the first round. With his strength, he was among the best among all the registered disciples. With his strength, he was not afraid of any changes in the rules.

When the time came, the stewards and outer disciples beside the ring immediately announced the start of the competition.

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere on the ring suddenly changed. Most people looked at the people around them vigilantly, as if they were on guard against something.

Only Yang Ze looked relaxed, as if he didn't care about anything.

This tense confrontation did not last long. An eighth-stage true energy disciple on the ring could not hold back and attacked a third-stage true energy disciple next to him.

As soon as this person moved The whole scene on the ring was in chaos, and it fell into a chaotic battle.

However, such a chaotic battle did not affect Yang Ze at all. Yang Ze stood in place, and no one dared to come and provoke him. Once the battle was about to affect him, he would unconsciously dodge to the other side.

Originally, this scene could have continued, but suddenly, two disciples with seven-stage true energy fought and actually attacked Yang Ze.

When they saw Yang Ze standing there, the two men had no intention of turning around, but rushed faster.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ze shook his head and sighed: "I don't want to fight, but you have to force me to fight, so I can't blame you."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Ze shot out violently, and kicked out twice with his right foot. Before he could see clearly, the two registered disciples had been kicked out and fell under the ring.

"If you are still blind, you can come and try. "Yang Ze's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone on the stage.

Everyone was fighting fiercely, but Yang Ze's move stunned everyone. The power of the Nine-stage True Qi was simply not something they could compare to.

After an incense stick of time, there were only ten people left on the stage.

But among these ten people, only Yang Ze was still in the same condition as at the beginning, and the rest of them had more or less injuries.

This is the comparison of strength. Yang Ze is no longer the Yang Ze who just entered the sect. Ordinary registered disciples dare not provoke him.

But Yang Ze was not careless. This was only the first round. The second round might not be so simple.

He didn't have to wait too long. The rules of the second round were announced on the high platform.