Chapter 1,798 A Little Bit of Power

? Xiao Chen easily defeated Zhao Yuxi. Many disciples couldn't believe it. What shocked them even more was that from beginning to end, Xiao Chen didn't even use the power of the Holy Yuan. He defeated Zhao Yuxi entirely by relying on his tyrannical physical strength.

"Senior Brother Zhao actually lost to Junior Brother Xiao Chen!"

"How can this be?"

"Junior brother Xiao Chen doesn't seem to have enough energy."

After a long silence, the whole place suddenly erupted into excitement. Many disciples were shocked and talking, all shocked by Xiao Chen's tyrannical strength.

"Junior Brother Xiao. Xiao Chen can actually defeat Junior Brother Zhao who is in the middle stage of Xuan Sage." Seeing Zhao Yuxi being defeated, her pretty face suddenly changed and her beautiful eyes widened. Miao Cuiling said in disbelief, her shock undisguised.

On the steps, many Saint King masters also expressed surprise. It was hard for them to believe that a new disciple could defeat the middle stage Xuansheng so easily.

The three elders looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes. Even they couldn't believe it.

"Xiao Chen comes from the Tyrant Soul Temple. If he offends Elder Lin, he will be killed at worst. But Elder Lin did not do this. It is obvious that Xiao Chen's identity is not simple, but Elder Lin asked us not to interfere and not to hand out the Saint Yuan Stone. Instead, the disciples of the Qinglan Holy Palace bullied him. Is it possible that Elder Lin was worried that Xiao Chen would break through the Holy King realm and return to the Overlord Soul Temple? If this is the case, it seems that Xiao Chen should be a disciple of a strong man in the Overlord Soul Temple, and This person has some grudges with Elder Lin." Looking deeply at Xiao Chen who walked down the square calmly, his brows slightly furrowed, a complex look flashed across his eyes, and the palace master secretly speculated in his mind.

"You brat, be proud of yourself. You'll have a better time in the next round of competition." Jiang Ming said proudly in his heart as his cold eyes stared at Xiao Chen's back with a sinister smile on his face.

Xiao Chen walked down slowly. The disciples below who were not as good as Zhao Yuxi looked at Xiao Chen. The contempt and hostility in their eyes were no longer the same. They had been replaced by fear. They all had to make way for them.

However, some disciples cheered for Xiao Chen and praised him constantly. For this reason, Xiao Chen just smiled and nodded without saying too much.

"So strong." In the square, people looked at Xiao Chen in shock, who did not show any joy for winning. Zhao Yuxi couldn't believe Xiao Chen's calmness, and then shook his head with a wry smile, feeling helpless.

Xiao Chen returned to his seat and saw Miao Cuiling, whose pretty face was filled with shock and seemed a little stiff. Xiao Chen smiled bitterly in his heart and shook his head slightly.

"Junior brother Xiao Xiao Chen, what is your level of cultivation?" Miao Cuiling asked curiously as she looked at Xiao Chen in shock for a long time before coming back to his senses. She frowned slightly.

Hearing this,

A smile appeared on his indifferent face, he shrugged and said with a smile: "I'm just not as good as my senior sister."

After hearing Xiao Chen's words, Liu frowned, and a touch of anger appeared on her pretty face. She wanted to know Xiao Chen's cultivation level, but Xiao Chen refused to tell her, which made her feel crazy and wanted to beat Xiao Chen violently.

"Huh!" He rolled his eyes at Xiao Chen, snorted in an extremely displeased manner, and turned his head to the side.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen just shook his head slightly.

The competition continued, and the disciples lost one by one. Facing the disciples of the late Xuan Sheng and the late Holy Spirit, they were unable to compete. The gap was too big.

An hour passed, and the first round of competition was over. Half of the people were eliminated, and the remaining disciples were the disciples with some strength.

The numbered fire was drawn, and the second round of competition immediately followed.

For the disciples of Xuansheng Realm, the second round of the competition is an odd number, so one lucky person among them, the disciple who draws number 22 can directly advance to the next round of competition.

But this lucky person will definitely not be Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen drew number 15.

After many battles, only the disciples in the late stage of Xuansheng were worthy of attention. Even if the other disciples were good in strength, they were defeated due to their levels. However, there were only two or three disciples who could reach the late stage of Xuansheng.

As time went by, Xiao Chen shook his head secretly as he watched each of his disciples fail, but he didn't have the slightest pity. If you don't practice hard, no one will pity you.

On the other side of the Holy Spirit Realm disciples, the first one to appear was Miao Cuiling. In the face of the powerful strength, she scared an early Holy Spirit disciple into giving up.

The most interesting thing is the two Holy Spirits in the late stage. The two are fighting. The battle is extremely fierce. They both use the most powerful spells. The fierce scene makes many disciples cheer excitedly.

Even Xiao Chen secretly admired the fight between the two late disciples of the Holy Spirit, and at the same time, Xiao Chen's desire for power became stronger.

One by one, the disciples lost, and the second round of competition ended quickly. Twenty-one people advanced. Including the previous lucky ones, there were a total of twenty-two people, and then the card numbers were drawn.

At this moment, no one among the disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace and those who have advanced are willing to draw Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen can easily defeat Zhao Yuxi, which shows how strong he is.

"No. 1?" He glanced at the number he had drawn and frowned slightly. Xiao Chen was a little surprised that he was the first to fight.

"Wow, it's actually No. 1, Junior Brother Xiao Chen, you have to work hard. The opponents in this round of competition are all very powerful." Looking at the number in Xiao Chen's hand, his eyebrows were raised with a pretty face. With a look of surprise on her face, Miao Cuiling encouraged her, seeming to have great confidence in Xiao Chen.

Hearing this, his face did not change at all and remained calm. He sighed softly and smiled helplessly: "No matter how strong you are, there is nothing you can do."

"The first competition, Xiao Chen versus Wang Jian." Jiang Ming shouted loudly in the square, and his cold eyes glanced at Xiao Chen proudly.

"It's actually Senior Brother Wang!" After Jiang Ming finished speaking, the disciples below the square started making noises.

"Senior Brother Wang is about to break through the realm of the Holy Spirit. Junior Brother Xiao Chen is doomed this time." Seeing Wang Jian take the lead on the square, many disciples shook their heads secretly.

Wang Jian was at the peak of Xuansheng's late stage and was much stronger than Zhao Yuxi. In the eyes of everyone, he was undoubtedly Xiao Chen's formidable rival.

"Jiang Ming actually arranged for Wang Jian to deal with Xiao Chen." He frowned slightly and glanced at the slightly proud Jiang Ming in the square. Zhao Yuxi suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart, feeling that Jiang Ming had gone too far.

"Junior brother Xiao Chen, it seems you have no chance of winning." She shook her head helplessly, glanced at Xiao Chen with her beautiful eyes, Miao Cuiling said with a bitter smile, originally she was full of confidence in Xiao Chen, but now she learned that Xiao Chen's opponent was actually It was Wang Jian, and his confidence in Xiao Chen was instantly reduced. It could be said that he had no confidence at all.

"It doesn't matter." He shrugged lazily, smiled lightly, and walked onto the square immediately.

Jiang Ming glared at Xiao Chen fiercely, and when he passed by Wang Jian, he whispered: "Don't kill him, let me destroy his Qihai!"

With a hint of coldness on his face, Wang Jian nodded slightly without saying much for fear of being exposed.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and many disciples looked towards the square. When they saw Xiao Chen being so calm, as if he was not worried at all, many disciples felt a burst of contempt, feeling that Xiao Chen was arrogant and arrogant.

"Xiao Chen doesn't seem like the kind of arrogant person. He can still be so calm in the face of Senior Brother Wang Jian. Is it possible that his strength is not inferior to Senior Brother Wang Jian?" He frowned deeply and stared at Xiao Chen. , Liu Wen guessed in his heart.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen, I know you are very strong, so Senior Brother will not show mercy." Wang Jian glanced at Xiao Chen casually, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and said with a slight smile.

"That's the best." Xiao Chen smiled lightly.

"boom!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his momentum changed drastically. The Holy Yuan power in his body was activated with all his strength. With a dangerous arc at the corner of his mouth, Wang Jian suddenly stepped on the ground, and his body turned into a blue light and rushed along the ground of the square. When he came out, his momentum was astonishing.

Xiao Chen did not dare to underestimate Wang Jian, after all, the latter's cultivation level was higher than his, but he was not afraid at all.

The moment Wang Jian burst out, his figure suddenly swayed and disappeared. However, when he reappeared, he was approaching Xiao Chen's left side, and his fist containing tyrannical power slammed into Xiao Chen's head fiercely.

He frowned slightly and glanced sideways at Wang Jian. Xiao Chen quickly moved his body backwards to avoid Wang Jian's speed. Xiao Chen, who didn't use any strength, was almost hit.

"The reaction is very fast." Wang Jian was slightly surprised and sneered when Xiao Chen avoided the attack. He glanced disdainfully at Xiao Chen who was avoiding the attack. Wang Jian sneered: "You can't avoid it."

After the words fell, Wang Jian's figure swayed and disappeared again, using Qinglan Holy Palace's movement skills at an astonishing speed.

"Ghost Shadow Divine Art!" He shouted in his heart, activated a touch of Saint Yuan power, and the moment his whole body glowed with a faint golden light, Xiao Chen disappeared.

"This breath" On the steps, the palace owner's face changed slightly, as if he noticed something.

As soon as Xiao Chen swayed and disappeared, Wang Jian swept out with a fierce kick, but it was a pity that it was all gone.

"This guy has such speed." Wang Jian's face changed slightly, and he was surprised.

Xiao Chen swayed to a few meters away from Wang Jian, then suddenly stepped on the ground, rushed out quickly, and smashed his fist with domineering power.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen is so skilled!" Sensing Xiao Chen's attack, Wang Jian laughed disdainfully and punched him fiercely.

"boom!"

The two fists collided in the blink of an eye, and a muffled sound spread. The tyrannical power turned into a violent wind and swept away. Xiao Chen's punch was easily blocked by Wang Jian.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen, your strength is no match for mine." Wang Jian sneered lightly as he blocked Xiao Chen's attack with a joking smile on his face.

"Really?" He glanced at the proud Wang Jian indifferently, and the Holy Yuan power in Xiao Chen's body suddenly activated with all its strength, and his momentum soared rapidly.

"What?" Upon noticing the rapid increase in Xiao Chen's strength, Wang Jian's face suddenly changed, and he was shocked. However, he had no time to think about it, and he suddenly used all his strength to resist.

"The realm of the late Xuansheng!" Xiao Chen mobilized the Saint Yuan with all his strength. At this moment, the faces of the surrounding disciples changed drastically, and they all exclaimed with their eyes widened.

"Xiao Chen is actually in the late stage of Xuansheng!" On the side of the square, people with stiff faces looked at Xiao Chen in shock. Jiang Ming couldn't believe it.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The two tyrannical forces impacted crazily, and Wang Jian's face became distorted. Finally, under the shocked eyes of everyone, there was a muffled bang and Xiao Chen was blown away. His face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out.