World Wide Martial Art

"Are you going to participate in this martial arts tournament like this?"

Ye Feng thought clearly about the cause and effect, then looked at the cavalry captain and asked.

"Tomorrow there will be a martial arts tournament at Chaoyang Gate. Brother Qiu Feng, just go and sign up."

The cavalry captain said with a smile.

Ye Feng asked a few more questions, and after clarifying the specific rules of the tournament, he waved goodbye to the cavalry captain.

Early in the morning of the next day, Ye Feng arrived at Chaoyang Gate, which was a square in the capital of Zhenshuang. At this moment, there were huge competition arenas built in the square. They were all made of obsidian, a solid material that could withstand the battles in the supernatural realm. .

Although it was early in the morning, a lot of people had already gathered at Chaoyang Gate. The people of Zhenshuang were standing on the outside with expectant faces. On the inside, Wu Xiu, who was filled with vitality and high spirits, was signing up to participate in the conference.

Ye Feng passed through the crowd and came to the inner circle, where he saw nearly tens of thousands of people who had signed up for martial arts.

It was obvious that this martial arts competition had been publicized for some time before so many martial arts cultivators gathered. Many martial arts cultivators came from other places to participate in this grand event.

Among these martial arts cultivators, there are many in the realm of magical powers. Ye Feng scanned with his consciousness and found that there were ninety-seven in the realm of magical powers, including 21 high-level ones.

"The strength of the folk martial arts of the Zhenshuang people is indeed impressive."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. With so many martial arts cultivators in the magical power realm, even if the Morning Star Territory was turned upside down, they wouldn't be able to shine. Fortunately, in the past conflicts between the Zhenshuang Kingdom and the Morning Star Kingdom, these civilian martial arts cultivators were not involved, otherwise the Morning Star Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago. .

"There are so many martial arts cultivators, let's pick the top ten..."

Ye Feng was thinking in his mind and went to the registration office to sign up. The person in charge was a one-eyed old man with a fierce look and a sixth-level magical power.

"What state are you in?"

The one-eyed old man stared at Ye Feng, his eyes flickered, and Ye Feng felt a familiar aura, the power of heaven.

"This old guy also has the power of heaven?"

Ye Feng's heart moved slightly. The one-eyed old man's power of heaven's secrets was very weak and far different from that of Shoulou. Therefore, he was definitely not from Shoulou. He should have mastered the power of heaven's secrets by chance and knew some detection techniques.

Obviously, the Zhenshuang Kingdom appointed the one-eyed old man as the person in charge of registration in order to further investigate the identity of the participating martial arts cultivators and ensure that no one arranged by the Wuji Sect and the Demon Clan would sneak in.

As for Ye Feng, the origin of his identity is so important that even the people from Shouluo cannot find out clearly, and if he tries to find out by force, he will suffer backlash.

The one-eyed old man's secret power is so weak that he may die if he investigates Ye Feng. If such a thing really happens, Ye Feng's identity will be doubtful and he will be wary, which will have an impact on Ye Feng's investigation of the demon clan's plan.

Immediately, Ye Feng confused the one-eyed old man and made him give up the investigation. He also instilled false identity information into him, making him think that Ye Feng had no problem.

"It turns out to be Young Hero Qiu Feng. Captain Zhao has already given instructions. This is your participation token."

The one-eyed old man was only at the sixth level of magical power, so naturally he couldn't resist Ye Feng's secret casting. He immediately smiled and politely handed over his participation token.

Ye Feng took the token and looked at it. It read Divine Power Arena, No. 77.

"It seems that each realm competes separately."

Ye Feng nodded slightly. This was very reasonable. Otherwise, if the various realms were to fight, there would be absolutely no chance of victory for those with magical powers.

After the registration was successful, Ye Feng waited at the competition venue. There were already many people who had successfully registered.

Some martial arts cultivators in the magical power realm gather together to communicate and discuss, while others work alone and act independently.

Ye Feng had no interest in talking to these people and found a place to sit quietly, waiting for the arena battle to begin.

After a whole morning, the registration was finally over, with a total of ninety-eight people from the magical realm including Ye Feng signing up.

And under the magical power, there are more than 2,000 Qi controlers and more than 5,000 Qi nourishers.

Although the number of people who can save lives in the magical power realm is very small compared to the Qi Control realm and Qi Nourishing realm, they are the focus of the most attention. After all, only the magical power realm can stand in the Zhenshuang Kingdom.

Even if you have extraordinary talents in the Qi Control Realm and Qi Nourishing Realm, you still need time to grow before you can become a top expert.

In the following time, the arena battles in the three realms began simultaneously. Ye Feng did not pay attention to the competitions in the Qi Control and Qi Nourishing Realms, but just observed the participants in the Divine Power Realm around him.

These supernatural power realm contestants are all carefully selected, and even those with clean financial status are screened by people like the one-eyed old man who have mastered the secrets and can detect their identities.

But despite this, many people were still mixed in by the Wuji Sect and the Demon Clan. Among them, there were six magical powers from the Wuji Sect and thirteen magical powers from the Demon Clan. Moreover, they were well disguised. If Ye Feng hadn't used his pupils to They can't even see their true identity.

"Number seventy-seven."

At this time, the referee in official uniform stood on a high platform not far away and shouted loudly, "Your opponent is No. 61, please go to the ring No. 10 to compete."

After Ye Feng heard this, he stood up slowly and looked towards the tenth stage. His opponent No. 61 was already standing on the stage, looking at him with an arrogant expression.

"Boy, you are only a third-level magician, but you still dare to participate in the competition. I advise you to surrender directly, otherwise I will be ruthless and you will be miserable."

No. 61 laughed wildly. He was wearing a sweatshirt and looked very capable, but he had a bald head and violent eyebrows. He was not a good person at first glance.

Ye Feng was not annoyed at all when he heard this. He glanced at him calmly and walked onto the ring calmly.

"Come on, let me see what you can do."

Ye Feng spoke calmly. This bald man looked like he was born in a wild way, but his true identity was a disciple of the Wuji Sect. Ye Feng had already sensed the energy and blood flowing in his body that could only be cultivated by the Wuji Sect's techniques.

"Seventh level of magical power, vulnerable..."

Ye Feng murmured in his heart that if he had to investigate the demon clan's plan, a martial artist of this level would not be qualified to be his opponent. He could stare him to death with just one glance.

"You don't know how to live or die, I will send you to death right now!"

Number 61 was offended by Ye Feng's dull reaction. His eyes suddenly widened and he punched Ye Feng with his fist.

With the accumulation of energy and blood, No. 61's fist glowed with golden light, condensed into a huge lion's head, and bit towards Ye Feng.

"The angry lion demands his life!"

No. 61 shouted, the magical power he used was not from the Wuji Sect, it was to hide his identity.

Facing this huge lion head, Ye Feng remained expressionless and even quietly suppressed his own strength. He only dared to mobilize a little bit, condensed a thunder sword and slashed it down.

"laugh!"

The magical powers collided and the energy and blood surged. Ye Feng pretended to be invincible and retreated violently. The obsidian slabs under his feet were dented.

"Hahaha, with this little strength, what can you do to fight me!"

No. 61 showed excitement when he saw this, looked at Ye Feng with contempt, laughed and started shouting.