C91 Three Against One Hundred and Twenty-three
C91 Three Against One Hundred and Twenty-three
"If you can enter Nebula Pavilion's third level, then you can choose profound arts and martial skills!"
"Innate Pill, no, if there is a chance, you must fight for the Essence Gathering Pill. That is a Pills that can break through to the Essence Accumulation Stage. As long as I have the Essence Gathering Pill, the success rate of breaking through to the Essence Accumulation Stage can be increased by 50%! "
" F * ck! The first place actually still has a high-grade Profound Level martial skill! He's going crazy! "
A high-grade Profound Theory martial skill was the highest martial skill in the Third-rate Sect. Only the most monstrous disciple could obtain it.
Even many elders in the sect did not have a high-grade Profound Theory martial skill. This temptation made all the disciples of the Internal Sect palpitate with eagerness.
There was also the Essence Gathering Pill. If one used points to exchange for this kind of Pills, each one would cost several hundred thousand points. In the past, even in the elite disciple competition, they had never taken it out.
Adding on the other rewards, as well as the qualifications to enter the mystic realm, one did not need to think to know just how intense the competition for the top ten was.
And not only did Yun Fan want to enter the top ten, he also wanted to win the championship. One could imagine how difficult it was. Even the disciples who didn't want to try their best would fight with all their strength.
"Oh, right. Look at my memory. I forgot to mention that the champion of this year's competition will also obtain the qualification to go to Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda to cultivate."
The bustling Large Competition Field instantly quieted down. All the disciples of the Internal Sect revealed looks of yearning. Only a few of the disciples were moved, but most of them were confused.
Su Mingliang smiled and said, "Only the disciples of the Internal Sect and above know about the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda. I'll take this opportunity to tell you all about it.
The Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda was the only one in the Heaven Martial Country, and it was built on the only middle-grade Spiritual Vein in the Heaven Martial Country. Because the entire Heaven Martial Country only had one middle-grade Spiritual Vein, the royal family of the Heaven Martial Country reached an agreement with the major sects in the end.
The Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda was built on this Spiritual Vein, and there were all kinds of large formations that gathered spiritual energy in the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda. Each layer of spiritual energy was different in density.
Of course, because the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda absorbed the entire middle-grade Spiritual Vein, even the lowest layer of the pagoda contained five times the spiritual energy of the main peak of the sect. In other words, one day of cultivation in the pagoda was equivalent to five days of cultivation in the main peak.
The Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda opens once a year, and our Floating Cloud Sect has five quotas every year. In the past, these five quotas were given to elite disciples and direct disciples, but this time, it was an exception for the Internal Sect disciples. So, work hard!"
" Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, humph, I will never let go of such a good opportunity. " Zhou Yipin clenched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Not only him, but also Meng Liangjun, Pan Junkai, Yang Ningshuang and the other top disciples of the Internal Sect couldn't hold it anymore.
"It seems like the Internal Sect really wants Yun Fan to die this time. They even took out the quota of the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda." Ling Xinyue sighed softly.
Yang Ningshuang said coldly, "He has no chance. If there was no Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, perhaps he still had a chance. But a chance like this in Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, not to mention Zhou Yipin, as long as it was one of the top ten disciples, they would not let it go.
Not only them, I also intend to give it my all. One should know that although Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda only has a month's time to cultivate, if I can enter the third or fourth level, it will be equivalent to a year of bitter cultivation."
Silence, true silence.
Most of the disciples in the Large Competition Field were novice disciples. At this time, no matter how stupid they were, they knew why there were so many rewards this time.
They were targeting Yun Fan. No, they wanted Yun Fan to die.
"Big brother, this old man did it on purpose. Let's not talk about the reward before the Internal Sect Challenge. We will only tell him the reward when we are about to fight.
Damn it, it's one thing to have more than twenty people than the other arenas, but he still f * cking gave out such a high reward. They are trying to kill our big brother!" Wang Dashan clenched his fists tightly and said angrily.
Yun Fan smiled.
No matter what the rules of this year's Internal Sect Challenge were, he didn't care.
After all, this was related to the reputation of the Internal Sect. As an entry-level disciple, he knew how difficult it was for him to fight all the elders of the Internal Sect.
"Alright, stop complaining. This was the world. It wasn't that other people were unreasonable to be bullied, it was because our strength was too weak.
If we were Transcending Mortality Stage warriors, would they dare to do this? Therefore, don't think about changing others, because this is simply impossible. What we can change is becoming stronger. Only when we become stronger will others listen to you."
Wang Dashan nodded and looked at the hundred people on the 10th ring. He clenched his fists and said," Big brother, let's go! "
Bang!
As soon as Wang Dashan stepped onto the ring, the two disciples beside him waved their fists.
Yun Fan had already known that it wouldn't be so easy, and his opponent wouldn't follow the rules. With a flash, he sent the two disciples of Internal Sect flying with his fists.
The opponent was about to break the rules, so he could give up on the challenge, but he couldn't.
This time, Wang Dashan didn't say anything. Instead, he took out his hammer. Cold Wind stood behind Wang Dashan, his eyes turning cold.
In an instant, all 123 disciples surrounded him.
Below the stage, including the surrounding people, everyone's eyes were focused on the tenth ring. Even though the surrounding rings had already begun, no one's gaze moved away.
Everyone knew that this match was the main point.
Three against one hundred and twenty-three.
This was no longer a competition, but a group fight. Even if they were to split up, each person would get forty points.
In the face of so many disciples, and all of them were disciples of the Internal Sect, almost every single one of them was stronger than Wang Dashan and Leng Feng.
Yun Fan turned his head and looked at Wang Dashan and Leng Feng, who had solemn expressions on their faces. He said with a smile, "Leng Feng, Shan Zi. Follow me, I'll bring all of you to the next round."
"F * ck! Are you crazy?!"
"You can't even protect yourself, yet you want to bring people to the next round. You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"This kid is f * cking asking for a beating..."
A disciple on the opposite side had just finished speaking when he suddenly realized that Yun Fan had arrived in front of him. Before he could react, Yun Fan had already grabbed his arm.
The heaven and earth began to spin. Both of his legs smashed onto someone else's body and broke.
However, this wasn't the end. A powerful force was transmitted, and his entire body was smashed into the crowd. Even the person who was smashed was directly sent flying out of the arena.
Yun Fan didn't use his sword. He was unarmed, and his hands were extremely fast. He rushed into the crowd and grabbed anyone he saw. He grabbed and threw them away.
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Wang Dashan and Cold Wind followed closely behind, and the disciples who rushed forward were knocked back by the sledgehammer.
Leng Feng rarely attacked, but every time he attacked, someone would scream in pain.
They found out that either the tendons in their hands were broken, or the tendons in their legs were broken. They were completely crippled.
Everyone wanted to surround and attack him, but every time Yun Fan swung his arm, the area was too large, and they couldn't get close to him. What was even more terrifying was that as long as it was a disciple who was hit, he would either fly out of the arena or fall to the ground and never get up again.