The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

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"Participating disciples, holding the status jade badge, according to the ranking of the hundreds of vassal clans, go forward and get the competition number card!" On the central ring, the referee announced.

Yun Yan took a deep breath, a little nervous, a little helpless and desolate.

Standing up slowly, Yun Yan bid farewell to Su Yu, forcing a smile: "I hope, you can see your fiancée and say hello for me."

Feeling the sadness in Yunyan's heart, Su Yu nodded: "After the competition, no matter what the result is, please wait a moment, I have something I want to give you alone."

Slightly taken aback, Yun Yan was nervous, stretched a little, pursed her lips and smiled, and left gracefully.

"Brother Su, it's our Li family's turn to draw the number plate." The three juniors of the Li family reminded Su Yu respectfully.

Su Yu entered Liuxianzong in the name of the Li family, so naturally he should receive the number plate together with them.

Taking a light breath, Su Yu stepped forward to get the number plate "111".

"The Top 100 Competition starts now. According to the numbers received, 3,000 people will be divided into 30 teams! The numbers will be assigned randomly."

Su Yu is in the tenth group.

"The rules of the top 100 competition, the challenge within the group, voluntarily go to the ring, accept the challenge, if no one dares to fight, you will be the first in the group and advance to the top 100!"

This kind of rule is slightly unfair because it has an element of luck.

If within the group, there are extremely terrifying strong people, such as the three heavenly kings of the outer sect, the rest of the strong people can only drink hatred and have no chance of becoming a hundred strong.

The advantage is that it saves a lot of time!

"The first group, the challenge begins!"

In the first group, all 30 people are ready on the preparation stage.

Whoosh—

A young man with a proud expression flew across the ring, with a smile on his lips, he cupped his fists and said: "Everyone, if anyone refuses to accept Ling Feng, you can come forward and fight..."

Ling Feng, the peak first-order holy king powerhouse! Among the outer sects, it is second only to the three heavenly kings and ranks within the top ten.

He is naturally qualified to defend the ring.

However, after he finished speaking, there was silence in the audience, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Ling Feng's heart trembled, and he looked at the group he was in again.

Suddenly, a figure made him jump in fear, his face ashen as paper.

"The number one heavenly king of the outer sect, Zhao Wuxie!!"

Behind the crowd, a young man in his twenties sat cross-legged low-key and silent, with a plain blue shirt and an ordinary face.

The temperament is peaceful and gives people a sense of intimacy.

Slowly opened his eyes, Zhao Wuxie smiled lightly: "The opportunity is rare, you two learn from each other, I will come on stage later."

Ling Feng's face was pale, he was silent for a moment, bowed his hands, and walked off the ring in a slumped manner: "I abstain."

In front of the first Heavenly King, Ling Feng had no fighting spirit to fight.

The peak second-rank holy king is a far cry from him, even if Ling Feng exerts all his strength, it is difficult to shake a single finger of him.

The arena was silent for a moment, and no one came up again, all showing helpless, bitter, sad expressions.

After finally waiting for the annual Meteorite Competition, he encountered Zhao Wuxie!

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wuxie sighed softly, and slowly stepped onto the ring: "Is there anyone willing to fight me, Zhao Wuxie?"

Twenty-nine people, all bowed their heads.

In Zhao Wuxie's eyes, the look of disappointment flashed away, and a ray of invincible loneliness lingered all over his body.

In the outer door, he is the lonely king.

Although there are three thousand men, there is no enemy that can be fought.

During the referee's announcement, Zhao Wuxie walked off the ring lonely.

The first group competition ended at an unimaginable speed.

Zhao Wuxie, the number one heavenly king of the outer sect, the supreme king looked up to by three thousand people, is also the outer sect disciple who has the most hope to challenge the qualifications of the inner sect within a hundred years.

The next few matches took half an hour, and each had its own competition.

until the fifth match.

In the fifth group, one person jumped out first: "Can someone fight with me, Zhao Longyang?"

About 20 years old, dressed in tight black clothes, dark complexion, rough face, vaguely giving people a bit of evil spirit.

Its cultivation level has reached the terrifying Dacheng Second Rank Saint King!

He is the second day king of the outer sect, Zhao Longyang!

At this moment, he was grinning, a little sinister.

Under the stage, there was a complete silence. The people in the group were full of apprehension, even a trace of fear.

They were in awe of Zhao Wuxie, but afraid of Zhao Longyang.

Because Zhao Longyang's shots are quite fierce, if you compete with him, you will be seriously injured more or less.

So that no one fights.

"A bunch of trash." Zhao Longyang smiled contemptuously and walked off the ring.

The referee declared Zhao Longyang the winner.

Once again, the battle ended very quickly.

Take the next game.

A slender eighteen-year-old boy with aloof expression jumped onto the ring.

Handsome and cold, standing with folded arms, his eyes are as cold as frost, giving people a chilling feeling.

Its cultivation has reached the terrifying second-order holy king!

This person is none other than the Third Heavenly King of the Outer Sect, Jiang Ming.

"Can someone fight me?"

Under the arena, there was an unlucky peak first-rank saint king on stage.

"Zhao Lin, I would like to fight with you." Zhao Lin is a rare female outer sect strongman.

After jumping onto the ring, immediately make a move.

"Golden Flower Finger!" Zhao Lin tapped lightly with her jade hand, five points of golden light shone on the audience, very dazzling.

Many viewers, close your eyes.

Zhao Lin was hiding in the golden light, making it difficult to distinguish her figure.

Whoosh—

Suddenly. [,! ], a plain hand suddenly protruded from the golden light and hit Jiang Ming's body.

At this moment, Jiang Ming, under the dazzling golden light, couldn't open his eyes.

This palm was silent, Jiang Ming couldn't guard against it.

However!

what--

A pitiful scream came from within the golden light.

Zhao Lin's delicate body seemed to fly backwards after being electrocuted.

I saw Jiang Ming's shoulders slowly withdrawing.

Just now, Jiang Ming sent Zhao Lin flying just by shaking his shoulders.

"How dare you make a fool of yourself?" Jiang Ming opened his eyes lightly, and said coldly and arrogantly.

"Who else?" Jiang Ming scanned the audience, but no one fought again.

Another battle of speed.

Many group battles that followed were remarkable, but far from astonishing.

Even Su Yu's tenth battle.

In this group, apart from Su Yu, there is no saint king!

Flying over the arena, Su Yu released a trace of the holy king's aura, and looked around the twenty-nine people: "If there is a challenger, please hurry up and make a quick decision!"

He couldn't wait to fight against the strongest meteorite, enter the inner door, and take Xian'er away!

En? The outer disciples before the ring were all unfamiliar, and no one knew this fourteen-year-old first-rank saint king.

"I will try Liu Bao." A half-step holy king jumped onto the ring.

About twenty-five years old, with a fierce look and full of evil spirit.

"Wilow Leopard? It is said that he has challenged a first-rank Saint King, and he has never been defeated. He has been hunting in the mountains all year round, and has rich experience in actual combat. Many people who have just become a Saint King cannot do anything against him."

Licking his lips slightly, Liu Bao thought to himself, if he can defeat this little holy king, even if it is difficult to make it into the top ten, he will definitely become famous if he enters the top 100 in this amazing way.

"Drink!" As the name suggests, Liubao's moves are concise, quick and swift.

In the blink of an eye, he punched Su Yu in the face.

Seeing that Su Yu's movements were so slow, he was overjoyed. He really was a junior who had never experienced actual combat and was promoted by medicine.

However, Liu Bao punched, no matter how difficult it was.

Because Su Yu's silver hair floated over, touched his fist lightly, and his body turned into an ice sculpture.

From the beginning to the end, Su Yu never made a move.

"Is there anyone else?" Su Yu glanced at the remaining twenty-eight people indifferently.

Under the arena, there was silence, the Holy King is indeed powerful!

In this group, Su Yu entered the top 100 without any suspense.

The few who noticed this battle were envious and jealous, especially the first-rank saint kings who had lost a few peaks, and they were even more upset: "It's really luck, if it were me, why worry about not getting into the top 100?"

Although Su Yu ended the battle quickly, he didn't win the surprise, on the contrary, he despised him even more.

The next twenty battles were uneventful.

At the same time, there will be a few lucky people.

Wu Pangyun, the opponent only had a small-accomplished first-order saint king, and he was easily defeated.

Yun Yan was in a similar situation to Su Yu, there was no saint king in the group.

The top 100 contestants competed, led by the three heavenly kings, and the three strange rookies with excellent luck were also the focus of attention.

"The top ten contest starts now! A total of 102 people will be randomly divided into nine groups. In each group, the top one will advance!"

"Competition method, two-lose system! Everyone is eligible to lose twice. If you lose once, you can continue to challenge once. If you lose both times, you will be out on the spot!"

Although this method is a little time-consuming, it is more fair.

Those who had followed Su Yu's eyes lit up, and the corners of their mouths were playful: "It seems that Su Yu and that Wu Pangyun are so useful that they are assigned a team with Jiang Ming, the Three Heavenly Kings."

"Hehe... that's good. A group of people with a lot of luck, how can they be qualified to win the honor of the top 100? Kick them out as soon as possible, so that the grade and specification of the Meteorite Competition can be revealed. Not just any cat or dog can be famous at will."

above the arena.

"First match, Jiang Ming vs. Wu Pangyun!" The referee arranged the contest from high to low according to the level of the players.

Hearing this, many viewers couldn't help but be happy, the opening is the king of heaven against the lucky rookie, interesting!

Wu Pangyun swallowed hard, secretly thinking that he was unlucky. He thought that he could still make it to the top nine, but among the top 100, he encountered three heavenly kings!

Jiang Ming stood with folded arms, his eyes were indifferent, and he said arrogantly: "Let's do it! Your good luck has been exhausted!"

Gritting his teeth, Wu Pangyun suddenly made a move!

"Broken Moon Palm!!" The gods and other kung fu techniques have been perfected, infused with all the aura of the Dacheng first-level saint king, which is extremely terrifying.

Jiang Ming stood still, his eyes were indifferent, and his eyes did not reflect Wu Pangyun's figure at all.

His eyes at this moment are very subtle, and they subtly explain what it means to be arrogant!

Boom——

With Wu Pangyun's palm, it bombarded Jiang Ming's chest!

However, Wu Pang Yun seemed to be shaking a boulder!

puff--

The infinite counter-shock force caused his viscera to tremble and he vomited blood on the spot!

"Wu Pang Yun, lose!" The referee announced indifferently.

There was ridicule in the audience.

"Has he finally revealed his true nature? Zhao Lin was blown away, it's no wonder he didn't vomit blood!"

Amidst the bantering sound, Wu Pangyun was ashamed.

"The second battle, Jiang Ming vs. Su Yu!"

When he stepped off the stage, Su Yu passed by and walked up the ring.

Being too sensitive, Wu Pangyun always felt that when Su Yu passed by him, he showed a mocking expression.

.[,! ]

"Su Yu!" Shouted in embarrassment, Wu Pang Yun stopped in his tracks, staring at Su Yu's back.

Su Yu turned back indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Wu Pangyun glaring at him, he felt inexplicable in his heart.

Where did he provoke Wu Pangyun?

"Surnamed Su, don't be complacent! You and I are equal in strength, and I am defeated. How can you be better? If you humiliate me now, aren't you afraid of being humiliated later?" Wu Pangyun said angrily.

Su Yu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood Wu Pangyun's mentality when he saw that the wind was rain.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a mocking arc: "Trash!"

"If you want my ridicule, I will do it for you." Su Yu turned around and walked onto the ring in a helpless state.

"You!!" Wu Pangyun's face turned blue and red.

"Okay! Let me see how you end up later!"

Jiang Ming stood proudly, in his eyes, there was still no one in sight, and there was no Su Yu figure.

"Another junior with excellent luck..." Jiang Ming sighed softly, and his eyes were sharp immediately.

"You guys don't deserve to fight with me, but this place is a ring, and Jiang has no choice but to make it difficult!" A trace of deep disgust gathered his face: "So! Let's take action! Quick battle!"

It seems that even being in the same arena with Su Yu, who came here by luck, would make him feel disgusted.

"Quick battle? Good!" Su Yu's eyes were flat: "So, please make a move, otherwise, you won't even have a chance to make a move!"

There are three more today, and one more at twelve o'clock.