Chapter 239 A Group of Garbage, Let's Fight

In Qingyang County every two years of the martial arts competition, there are only a few hundred people participating in the task, and there are more than 2,000 people in Pingyang County. This is the gap between the ninth-level county and the eighth-level county.

Not only the number of people is large, but the strength is also very strong.

Jun Changxiao relied on the dazzling sunglasses and found that the minimum cultivation base of the contestants was one rank martial artist, four or five rank martial artist walked all over the place, and the highest ninth rank martial artist also had four.

In the Qingyang County martial arts competition, the first- and second-rank martial artists are the champions, and they can only be at the bottom of the list here.

In fact, the reason for such a big gap is because the Pingyang County sect is limited to the martial artist under the age of 20 who can sign up.

Qingyang County is limited to under the age of eighteen, and the difference between two years old will obviously be different.

certainly.

It is an indisputable fact that the eighth-level Pingyang County is stronger than the ninth-level Qingyang County.

"what?"

A powerful bigwig sitting next to him whispered, "What's in the eyes of the head of the Iron Bone faction?"

"Humph."

A senior executive of a certain sect said with disdain: "It's a ghost."

"A ninth-level county and an eight-class sect dare to participate in our sect competition in Pingyang County. Who gave him the courage?"

"It is said that this iron bone was sent to challenge Haoqimen and won the victory."

"The old man has also heard a little about this. It seems that he sent seven disciples to fight, and he won seven games, so the Qin Sect Master also lost to him."

"Isn't it, is an eight-rate sect so strong?"

Below, the city lord of Suiyang City was talking about the rules of the competition, and the leaders of various factions chatted.

It is not difficult to hear from the words, how incredible it is that the Iron Bone faction can defeat Haoqimen.

Jun Changxiao listened carefully to the rules of the game.

It is generally understood that the rules of the first round of competition in Pingyang County are that the eight areas will have a big melee, and if they can stand at the specified time, they can advance to the second round.

Gee.

At least 300 people in an area,

The melee is sure to be lively.

After explaining the rules, the host of Suiyang City, the organizer, began to call the contestants.

"Heshan faction, majestic!"

"Sparrow Gate..."

"Qingyang County, the iron-boned clan, Ye Xingchen!"

"exist."

Ye Xingchen responded lazily.

If it wasn't to confirm whether the contestants were present or not, he didn't bother to answer.

However, the viewing platform exploded, and all the warriors were looking at Ye Xingchen and talking in low voices.

"I'm going, this year's martial arts competition, people from other counties also came to participate?"

"Nine-class Qingyang County next door?"

"Isn't the Iron Bone sect the same eight-rate sect that defeated Haoqimen some time ago?"

"An eight-class sect from a ninth-class county came to participate in our sect competition in Pingyang County, did he really think of himself as an onion?"

When the bigwigs from all sides were discussing, they paid some attention to their image, and these Pingyang County warriors showed their disdain and contempt vividly.

Even though the Iron Bone faction can defeat the Haoqimen, in their eyes, they are only a low-level martial art in a low-ranking county. Coming to Pingyang County to participate in the war will simply humiliate this competition.

"Qingyang County Iron Bone School?"

"Hey, you are really brave, dare to come to the competition."

"It's a pity that he couldn't be divided into one division, otherwise he would have to be knocked out in the first round."

The participating disciples from each faction were also discussing in a low voice.

A warrior standing next to Ye Xingchen underestimated: "It turns out that he is from Qingyang County. Why do I say that he is so oblivious?"

Other contestants in the same competition area also cast their gazes, and the corners of their mouths raised a disdainful smile.

Confirmed eyes.

This guy was the first to be eliminated after the game started.

Feeling that everyone was staring at him, with disdain and contempt in their eyes, Ye Xingchen said lightly, "A bunch of garbage."

Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on it, touched his chin and said, "At the beginning of the first round, Xingchen is afraid that he will be taken care of."

soon.

The roll call ends.

The martial artist from Pingyang County did not hear the name of the second contestant from Qingyang County, and realized that the Iron Bone faction only sent one person to participate.

An eight-rate sect, sending a disciple to participate in the war, how... hilarious!

"Your Majesty."

A middle-aged man next to him said with a smile: "Qi Mou really admires your courage and dares to bring a disciple to participate in the martial arts competition."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "It's okay."

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Last time, there was a six-class sect from across the county to participate, and ten disciples were all wiped out in the first round. You sent a disciple, are you sure it's not funny?

"Elder Qi."

Someone laughed: "When the game starts, the third area should be lively."

"Yes, at that time, more than 300 people will collectively target one, and it will be a miracle if they can last for half an hour."

All the bigwigs laughed.

Jun Chang smiled and ignored it, secretly said: "Xingchen, this first round of the big melee is a bit cruel, don't let this seat down."

At this moment, the city lord of Suiyang City announced loudly: "The 66th Pingyang County Sect Competition has officially started, and the contestants are invited to enter their respective competition areas."

"It's about to start!"

"I can't wait!"

"This time the contestants are very good, and it will be exciting!"

...

There are a total of eight competition areas, and each competition area is the size of half a football field.

Ye Xingchen, who represented the Iron Bone faction, was assigned to the No. 3 competition area. When he came over, more than 300 nearby contestants cast their gazes.

no doubt.

They are all locked on the contestant from this outer county, and they will be unanimous when the competition starts.

Is this too bullying?

No way, the sects of Pingyang County are compared.

Since you are a non-local person, you must be aware of being targeted.

Except for the powerful sects that are challenging and exciting, they will occasionally try it out, and the sects in other counties will not ask for themselves to participate.

"Boy."

A contestant passed by in front of Ye Xingchen and said with a low laugh, "When the fight begins, don't cry."

cry?

Ye Xingchen remembered this guy.

...

All the staff are in place, and the eight competition areas accommodate more than 2,000 contestants. Looking down from above, the picture is quite shocking.

"First round, start!"

After a while, the city lord of Suiyang City shouted loudly.

"Hoohoo!"

In an instant, the contestants in the eight competition areas exploded their cultivation bases, and the spread of spiritual power was quite impressive.

When the game officially started, most of the spectators on the stage turned their attention to the third competition area, focusing on Ye Xingchen.

People from out of town.

Please enjoy my hospitality in Binh Duong County!

"brush!"

A warrior in the third division took the lead in attacking, rushing from behind, and his fists condensed spiritual energy.

"Snapped!"

Ye Xingchen turned around, grabbed his fist with one palm, and said, "Trash."

"This……"

The contestant's expression changed.

"Crack!"

Ye Xingchen grabbed with five fingers, and the sound of bones shattering suddenly came, and then he made a wrong move backwards, dodged another attack, and kicked away.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The second incoming warrior was kicked in the chest before he could stand firm, and his ribs were broken several times in an instant.

"Ah!"

The two contestants screamed in pain.

"brush!"

Ye Xingchen threw out the guy who crushed the bones of his hand, and then stepped on the Dubu Youlong and appeared in front of a warrior, directly clasping it on his left shoulder, and said with a gloomy smile: "You don't even have a chance to cry."

"Crack!"

"what----"

The warrior whose shoulder bone was crushed suddenly screamed.

Yes.

He didn't even get a chance to cry.

Because the pain came unexpectedly, it was heart-wrenching, and the tears didn't start to gather, and the person had already passed out on the ground.

boom! boom!

Ye Xingchen turned around, stretched out his fists, and knocked the two contestants out.

Standing proudly in the competition area, swept away the more than 300 Pingyang County contestants around, and said indifferently: "A bunch of garbage, let's fight."

(End of this chapter)