Chapter 1092 The Weakest Hedao Period in History

Xu Hei! It's Xu Hei again!

For the past thirty years, since Lei Gong came back, this ghost-like name has been lingering in my mind.

The six classics of Yuanhuang were taken away by such an unknown little ghost, and he was played like a monkey! This became a stain on his life and a shame!

Now, Xu Hei's name has spread among the high-level demons and blood clans, and all parties are tracking him down.

After hearing this name, Hai Teng seemed to be stimulated by something. He worked harder every day, almost practicing like a life-threatening person, and would occasionally find him to compete.

Everyone knows that competing with Lei Gong can be fatal!

Lei Gong has a bad temper and may use heavy hands if something goes wrong. He once had a genius of his own who was crippled by him.

This shows Hai Teng's determination!

"Your strength is no less than this person, but this boy is cunning and meticulous. If you really want to fight to the death in the wild, you may not be his opponent!" Lei Gong said calmly.

He told the truth.

The strength Hai Teng has shown now is definitely stronger than Xu Hei's at the beginning!

However, he has seen Xu Hei's cunning, which is too deep to hide. In the end, everyone was fooled.

Hai Teng is also a straightforward person who can hardly hide his thoughts. Such a simple person, fighting with Xu Hei...

If it is a fair competition, there is still a chance of winning, but in a life-and-death battle without rules in the wild, the loser is likely to be Hai Teng.

"Is that so..."

After hearing this, Hai Teng was not depressed, but the fire in his eyes became more vigorous: "This only shows that I am not strong enough! When I am strong enough to kill enemies across levels, I don't believe that I will lose to him!"

Lei Gong nodded slightly and said: "There are still twenty years before the martial arts conference. The demon clan will invite all parties to participate, and the rewards are generous. By then, he will definitely come!"

Hai Teng gritted his teeth and said: "I will definitely win!"

After saying this, he fainted straight away.

Until he fainted, he still maintained a standing posture, with muscles tense all over his body, ready to make an unconscious counterattack at any time

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The martial arts conference held by the demon race is held every 500 years. The Mahayana cultivators will offer rewards and invite all parties to participate.

It is a grand event for the demon race, the human race, and even the surrounding races.

This tradition started in the ancient times and has continued to this day. At the conference, countless peerless strongmen were born, each leading the way and becoming famous. Now there are many Mahayana cultivators who are the first in the martial arts conference of the year!

The rewards of the martial arts conference are also getting richer and richer every year. Some Mahayana cultivators even take out their own magic weapons as rewards for the top three.

Even if there is a war with the blood race, it will not affect the progress of the martial arts conference.

Now, there are only 20 years to the next session, and all major forces are preparing for it.

In Cangyuan County, the martial arts field of all races is crowded.

"Oh my god! Shangguan Hong even beat a Hedao cultivator, and she won completely!"

"What a shocking upset!"

"Fighting across levels, winning the opponent completely! It hasn't happened in many years!"

"I've opened my eyes, I've opened my eyes!"

Around the martial arts arena, all the audience widened their eyes, exclaimed, and felt unbelievable.

Just now, they witnessed a shocking battle-

Shangguan Hong, who was half a step into the Hedao, beat a Hedao cultivator across levels.

Not only that, during the process, Shangguan Hong performed easily and unscathed, which shows that her strength even surpassed the opponent by a large margin!

"Shangguan Hong? Where did this monster come from? I've never heard of it before!"

"Too strong, but unfortunately, the 10,000 spirit stones I bet on are all gone!"

"Heroes in the world are like crucian carp crossing the river!"

The audience was filled with emotion.

At this moment, Shangguan Hong stood on the martial arts stage, carrying a dragon spear, with a golden glow all over her body, like a golden dragon descending to the world, accepting praise from the audience.

She held her head high, full of vigor and spirit, as if she had returned to the invincible era of the past.

"It's just a cross-level battle. I've done it countless times in the mortal world. It's a piece of cake!"

Shangguan Hong smiled confidently.

This was also the first time she defeated a master in the early stage of Hedao openly!

Before, they had cooperated with the Black Alliance, but this time it was a one-on-one duel.

This made her famous in one battle! Shangguan Hong's name was completely known to everyone!

As the loser and stepping stone of this time, it became a shame and was despised by everyone.

The man got up in a mess, tidied up his messy purple hair, and bowed to Shangguan Hong, saying: "Thank you, Shangguan Daoyou, for showing mercy, otherwise, Han would be dead."

"It's just a sparring match. Since you admitted defeat in time, I won't kill you!" Shangguan Hong was very generous.

The purple-haired man clasped his fists again to thank him, and ran off the ring in disgrace.

"Bah! You made me lose a million spirit stones, this rubbish!"

A rich young man cursed.

"Keep your voice down, he is a Hedao cultivator after all!"

"With this level, he is still Hedao? Bah!"

"This is the first time I see a Hedao lose to Poxu, and lose so thoroughly!"

The guests sitting in the VIP area pointed at the purple-haired man and humiliated him, and some shouted the slogan "Fuck your mother, give me back my money".

The Ten Thousand Races Martial Arts Arena was opened by the Ten Thousand Races Chamber of Commerce, providing various battle platforms and arranging betting scenes.

This big upset caused many people to lose everything!

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An hour later.

The purple-haired man came to a dark little room.

Sitting inside was a rich man with a big belly, who was the director of the Ten Thousand Races Martial Arts Arena and had a lot of fame and money.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you did a good job, this is your reward!"

Qian Duduo took out a storage bag filled with spirit stones and handed it to Hunter.

Hunter counted them after taking them, accepted them with satisfaction, and smiled happily.

A week ago, Director Qian came to him and said that as long as he lost to Shangguan Hong and caused a big upset, he could be rewarded with 30 million spiritual stones.

Hunter agreed without thinking.

Now, he has completed the task, which makes Qian Duoduo very satisfied.

"Brother Han, there is one thing. Can you act more realistically next time?" Qian Duoduo frowned and said, "Then Shangguan Hong was unscathed. His acting was so fake that many people could tell that he was cracking it up." Race!"

Hunter touched his head and said with a smile: "Director Qian, Shangguanhong does have the strength of the early stage of Hedao. I am really no match for him!"

"That's enough! You're still pretending in front of me!"

Qian Duoduo quickly raised his hand to stop, and said with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense, I will arrange a match for you in half a year, and let you lose to a man named Ye Chen. This is also the Poxu stage. Can you do it?"

"Ah this..."

Hunter looked embarrassed and lowered his voice: "I am also a Hedao monk after all. If I lose to Poxu Stage continuously, my reputation will be ruined!"