The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan glanced at Zhong Li, Chen Changfeng and others, then walked away without speaking.

On this occasion, it is superfluous to say too much. In the end, you still have to prove yourself with your strength.

Moreover, even if he did fight back, it would probably fall into everyone's ears as nothing more than a joke.

The most advantageous counterattack will be in the next big competition.

Zhong Li, Chen Changfeng and others did not humiliate Chen Fan anymore because it was meaningless.

In their eyes, Chen Fan is already a dead man. If they encounter him in the competition, they will naturally not let him go.

"Zhongli, I didn't expect you to actually step into the airbender realm!"

Chen Changfeng's eyes fell on Zhongli, and he shrank when he felt the vitality roaring and surging in Zhongli's body like a furnace.

Qi Zong, a Qigong master, has practiced Qigong to the level of a master.

The next step is to open up the Yuan Mansion in the Dantian, gather huge Yuan Power, soar into the sky, and enter the realm of Qigong powerhouse.

In the Yuan Mansion realm, a Yuan Mansion is opened in the body, and huge Yuan power is condensed into liquid droplets, containing terrifying energy. The strength is tyrannical and can fly through the air and fly across mountains and rivers with god-like methods.

Although in the airbender realm, energy can be transformed into wings and run in the sky, but the time is short, the distance is short, and the consumption is high.

If a breath of energy is used up and fails to catch up, it is possible to fall to death. This kind of thing happens often.

But even so, it is a realm that hundreds of millions of people pursue.

Qigong Qigong, Qigong master, has reached this stage, reached the sky in one step, turned his hands into clouds, and turned his hands into rain. Even in the Great Chu Empire, he can be regarded as a master and strong man.

Otherwise, out of the more than 10,000 disciples in the outer sect of the Spring and Autumn Sect, Zhongli would not be the only one to break through to the Qi Sect realm.

Breaking through from the eighth level of qigong to the realm of qigong is so difficult that it is unimaginable.

Even many masters at the peak of the eighth level of Qigong fail to reach this threshold in their entire lives.

This is why, half a month ago, Zhongli could injure or even kill Chen Fan just by releasing the pressure of the airbender.

If we say that before the Qigong realm, the gap between each level is ten times, then the gap between the eighth stage of Qigong and the Qigong realm may reach thirty or fifty times.

"Haha, it's just a fluke, but you, Chen Changfeng, are now at the eighth level of Qigong. This time, you will definitely be among the top ten in the outer sect." Zhong Li said with a smile.

Chen Changfeng glanced at Fei Kuang and He Junyang, and finally returned to Zhongli, saying: "Even if you break through to the Qi Sect before me, if I meet you in the competition, I will still fight you. , let’s see how powerful the airbender is.”

"If that's the case, you will know." Zhong Li smiled lightly and said casually.

Looking at Chen Changfeng's leaving figure, Fei Kuang next to him said with disdain: "Huh, that's really ridiculous. What's the point of being one step ahead of him? Is it ten steps ahead of him? I'm just entering the eighth level of Qigong for the first time, and yet I still want to challenge you, the boss. Bingye and He Junyang can easily deal with him."

He Junyang heard this and said with a smile: "Haha, Fei Kuang, why are you so humble? You are already at the peak of the seventh level of Qigong, and with your family background, even if you are against the eighth level of Qigong, you are not incapable of fighting. "

...

The entire outer gate square was filled with people.

Many outer disciples, chatting in small groups or secretly recharging their energy, are all waiting for the competition to begin.

Finally, another half hour passed.

In the spectator seats, Great Elder Su Yuntian stood up.

"quiet!"

Su Yuntian drank lightly, but his voice rolled through the sky like thunder and vibrated in everyone's eardrums, showing his extraordinary Qigong cultivation.

In an instant, the entire outer gate square suddenly became quiet, even the members of the Tianmeng who looked proud were like this.

"The Outer Sect Competition is held every three years. It is a rare grand event that tests your three years of practice. Those who perform well will receive large rewards from the sect. I hope all of you will do your best in the competition. Go all out and show your strength.”

"Of course, the world of martial arts is cruel and respects strength. The Spring and Autumn Sect is not a greenhouse. If the flowers in the greenhouse are not cultivated, they cannot withstand the devastation. Therefore, the outer sect competitions are all about real guns and swords. I can't help but Kill and kill, life and death are determined by destiny."

"So, if you feel that your strength is not enough, you can abstain from participating in the outer sect competition, go to the fighting stage, or you can take the initiative to admit defeat. After shouting admit defeat, no one is allowed to kill. Violators, no matter who you are, will be severely punished. No loan.”

"According to the practice of previous years, the outer sect will be divided into ten groups, and a knockout system will be adopted. The winner will stay and the loser will be eliminated. The top ten people in each group will be determined. This is the top 100 of the outer sect. They will be able to enter after the year. The inner sect will become the inner sect disciples. The first person in each group will be determined. These ten people will be the top ten disciples of the outer sect and will be qualified to enter the blessed land for training. "

"Okay, I won't say much more. After all, you all should know the rules of the outer sect competition. Now, let's draw lots for the groups."

As soon as Su Yuntian finished speaking, dozens of deacons came forward, each carrying a large cauldron. There were many iron lots in the cauldron for the disciples to draw to ensure fairness.

Soon, Chen Fan drew an iron lottery.

Group 10, No. 345.

More than 13,000 people were divided into ten groups to fight, each group containing more than 1,300 people.

Holding the iron sign, Chen Fan walked to the bottom of the tenth fighting platform and waited quietly.

Soon, the draw was over, and everyone knew which group they were in and what number they were in.

At this time, an elder who presided over the competition jumped into the air and announced loudly: "Now, the competition begins."

"Group 1, No. 1 vs. No. 998."

"Group 2, No. 453 vs. No. 1123."

"Group 3, No. 32 vs. No. 698."

......

The disciples whose numbers were called immediately stepped onto the fighting stage and fought fiercely with their opponents.

For a time, the major fighting stages were shining with light and the sound of gas explosions continued.

The outer sect competition was extremely cruel. There was only one chance. If you lost, you would be eliminated or even die.

"Group 10, No. 345 vs. No. 874."

At this time, the voice of the elder who presided over the competition sounded.

Hearing this, Chen Fan stepped onto the fighting stage with a calm face.

His opponent was a young man in yellow clothes, tall and thin, with a fierce look in his eyes, and a sixth-level Qigong cultivation.

"Haha, Qin Changkong, didn't you say my son is a fool? This is just right. I didn't expect my son to fight against Chen Fan. You have to open your eyes and watch carefully to see who is the fool."

In the spectator seat, Sun Wenshan's eyes fell on the tenth fighting stage. Seeing that the two people fighting were Chen Fan and his son Sun Youwei, he sneered and said.

He did use his power for personal gain to help Sun Youwei get a lot of benefits. Sun Youwei's talent is indeed very ordinary. He is only at the sixth stage of Qigong cultivation.

But as his own son, even if he is trash, he can't let others say that.