A burly middle-aged man came on stage and loudly explained the rules and procedures and rewards of the competition.

When it comes to the first place reward, the audience was in an uproar.

"Half a drop of Yuan Liquid turned out to be Yuan Liquid!!"

Yuan Liquor can only be refined by martial artists whose cultivation is above Martial Master.

One drop takes a year.

Half a drop, just half a year!

Yuan Liquid contains huge Yuan power and is extremely gentle, which has miraculous effects on breaking through the realm. It is a very precious treasure liquid!

Many disciples' breathing became heavier.

Many of them are high-level King Wu and peak King Wu. With this half drop of Yuan Liquid, they are sure to break through King Wu!

Zhan Wuque's eyes flashed with strange colors.

This Yuan Liquid is of great use to him.

With this half drop of Yuan Liquid, he will be more than 30% sure of breaking through King Wu.

It is not difficult to get the Yuan Liquid and find a medium-grade Yuanshi ore vein to break through King Wu.

As long as the bottleneck is broken and the hundred-foot pole head goes further, his martial arts path will be smoother.

Although he has been trapped in the Half-Step Martial King, he has always been accumulating strength. Once he breaks through and accumulates strength, he may be able to cross several levels in a row.

Countless mixed thoughts passed through Zhan Wuque's mind.

He let out a sigh of relief, he wanted this first one!

Zhan Wuque looked up and looked around.

Hundreds of meters ahead of him, there were thirty-six rings, each ring was ten feet in size, and it was covered with grey colors, like some unknown rock, which was chopped out by a big blow.

Each ring is covered by a formation, and there are individual referees.

There is a huge ring in the middle, dozens of feet in size. This is the ring for the decisive battle, numbered as one.

It's just that only battles with extremely high rankings are qualified to go to the big arena.

Behind the arena, opposite Zhan Wuque was the stands.

The stands are divided into two sides.

The stand on the left is built of agarwood, layer by layer, and can accommodate about a hundred people. People with a certain status need to sit here.

The stand on the right is just built with stones for ordinary disciples to settle down.

"Take out your identity token, and your temporary strength ranking will be displayed!"

An old man with white hair and beard stood up and shouted, "He is the person in charge of the competition this time, an elder."

Zhan Wuque took out the token. The front of the token is his contribution point balance and the four big words "Guiyi Jian Sect", and the reverse is his name and a series of numbers. "6666."

This is a temporary ranking based on his strength. There are only a few thousand outer disciples, with 6,666, basically at the end, which is the last.

Ling'er mentioned this to him a few days ago.

Ling'er ranked 2,065, and Ling Feixue ranked 5,511.

Ling'er got started early and was already at the advanced level of King Wu.

Although Ling Feixue broke through King Wu shortly after, she had a fourth-level demon fire, and was ranked slightly higher.

On the stage, the elder said a few more precautions and then returned to the stands.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in black came out, "The first game of the competition begins now. Anyone who reads the ranking number will immediately come on stage and will automatically admit defeat after more than ten breaths!"

"The second arena, No. 6063, Su Xun, No. 5899, Lei Jia, come on stage!"

"Three rings, No. 6,01, Yan Nian, No. 6,577, Ding Yi, come on stage!"

...

Thirty-six referees in the arena called out loudly one after another.

The figures flew towards the ring at a very fast speed, and they did not dare to waste time.

Because the dark man said just now that if he abandons the right or loses after more than ten breaths.

"The 34th arena, 5511, Ling Feixue, 5473, Hou Gao, come on stage!"

"The 35th arena, 5,598th, Long Jiaojiao, 5,999th, Gong Deng, come on stage!"

...

When Zhan Wuque heard the sound, he was slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, Concubine Ling would go on stage so soon, and even more unexpectedly, Long Jiaojiao was followed closely, with the two adjacent to the ring.

"Young Master, Fei Xue is gone."

Concubine Ling bowed slightly.

"Be careful," Zhan Wuque nodded.

Ling Feixue's opponent ranking is thirty-eight more than her. Obviously, the opponent's superficial strength is much higher than Ling Feixue. If Ling Feixue has no hidden means, it is not easy to win.

Four people flew towards the ring one by one and one behind.

Two of the beautiful figures attracted most of the attention.

One of them is dressed in white, with outstanding temperament and beautiful face, like a fairy in the world.

Another beautiful figure was wearing a tight red leather jacket, with a very charming face, with a bulge in front and a swaying back, and an astonishing curve. The exaggerated curve on the chest was completely different from what he should have at this age. Some people saw it swallowed secretly.

"Long Jiaojiao," Zhan Wuque looked at the second beautiful figure and narrowed his eyes slightly.

For some reason, this woman seemed to have a prejudice against him and always targeted him for no reason.

However, some of her behaviors seemed very naive to Zhan Wuque. In addition, she was the daughter of an old friend, Zhan Wuque was too lazy to see her.

Of course, the premise is that she no longer provokes herself.

"The 37th arena, No. 6,666, Zhan Wuque, No. 5,0111, Guo Feng, come on stage!"

The last sound rang.

Zhan Wuque was actually the first group to play and the last arena.

But it is easy to understand. Judging from the rankings of the game, the first batch of players were within the last two thousand.

Zhan Wuque's chance of coming to power is indeed quite high.

But there were more than 5,000 people on the opposite side, which was a bit beyond everyone's expectations.

This ranking is more than 1,000 places higher than Zhan Wuque, and is 500 places higher than Ling Feixue.

If there weren't an elder by my side, some people even doubted whether someone was deliberately making trouble.

"This kid is in trouble. More than 6,000 people met more than 5,000 people. I am afraid that he will be beaten down as soon as he goes on stage."

"I know this Guo Feng. The strength of King Wu is also a cultivation body, and his strength is not weak!"

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Guo Feng is going to get rich!"

Some people in the audience whispered and looked at Guo Feng with envy.

Sure enough, Guo Feng learned that his opponent was Zhan Wuque, and laughed at the sky three times and rushed to the ring impatiently.

"Zhan Wuque, get up and die!"

Guo Feng yelled excitedly.

This is an opportunity that everyone wants, but I didn't expect it to happen to me.

The Heaven and Earth Association have already spoken out. As long as you kill Zhan Wuque, teach him a lesson and reward 100 contribution points!

One hundred contribution points are enough to buy a ten-year residence right to live in a low-level residence!

Guo Feng's eyes were red.

Get rich! Get rich!

I, Guo Feng, have the opportunity to become famous!

Kill Zhan Wuque, my contribution points are mine!

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, held the token on his waist in his hand, shouting, "Zhan Wuque, I want to give you a bet!"

Guo Feng laughed so hard that he could not stop and almost forgot about this. He still had some contributions.

This time he tried every means to make a loan and bet on things. Finally, he had enough fifty contribution points, and he bet on thirty contribution points, but Zhan Wuque could not hold on for five games.

The remaining twenty contribution points were originally planned to bet on the spot, but now it seems that there is no need to place bets. Just fight Zhan Wuque and it will double directly.

Guo Feng looked at Zhan Wuque who was slowly coming to the stage, his eyes shone brightly, as if he saw countless contribution points waving to him.
Chapter completed!