Conceited Immortal On Campus

Chen Yi, on the other hand, was at ease. He sat on the rocking chair and quietly guided Lei Yulan to make tea.    

It was almost afternoon, and the World Martial Meeting was about to begin.    

Lin Feng rushed over and reported everything.    

After Lin Minghee informed the Hundred Kingdoms, the Hundred Kingdoms were truly enraged. But even so, the Hundred Kingdoms still agreed.    

"Agreed?"    

Chen Yi smiled, "It seems like the Hundred Kingdoms across the sea are quite confident."    

The hundred kingdoms still agreed to such a condition. If they were not eighty percent confident, how could they dare to do so?    

Lin Feng could not help but lower his head. He knew what Chen Yi meant.    

"During the World Martial Meeting, I will go in myself. You can follow Lin Minghee to take care of some miscellaneous matters." After that, Chen Yi ordered them to leave.    

Lin Feng was slightly startled. He didn't dare to say anything and quietly left.    

When the World Martial Meeting was about to begin, Chen Yi looked at the sky and saw that it was high up in the sky. At some point in time, dark clouds had already filled the sky.    

The dark clouds were thick and heavy, as if they were going to crush the entire Cloud Residence Island. It was as if a hundred countries were crushing everything in their path, as if they were crushing everything in their path.    

Chen Yi slowly stood up. He brought Lei Yulan with him as they walked towards the venue of the World Martial Meeting.    

The location of the World Martial Meeting was the stadium on Cloud Residence Island.    

The vast stadium occupied an area of 70,000 square meters.    

Now, the football field within Cloud Residence Island had become the arena of the World Martial Meeting.    

After Chen Yi and Lei Yulan walked in, they found a random place and quietly sat down.    

There weren't many people in the large stadium. The members of the great families and sects of China were scattered all over the place.    

It was the same in the Hundred Lands. There might not be more than a thousand people here.    

However, when Chen Yi walked in, he saw many familiar figures.    

At the front of the west, there was a white-haired man with a curly beard. He was more than two meters tall. He was sitting quietly in a wide robe.    

The First Master God of the Temple of Gods, an old man who claimed to have the Deity Position of Creation.    

The Pantheon Palace was a system of inheritance. A part of the body. In every generation, there was only one person who could reach the peak. Not only that, but he would also inherit the power of the previous Master God.    

However, the first God of the previous generation of the Temple of Gods had been forcefully killed by Chen Yi in the Palace of the Gods.    

However, Yaris had inherited very little divine power. With his talent, he still held the position of the first god. Not only that, he had also heard a thing or two before Chen Yi crossed the ninth heavenly tribulation. According to rumors, Yaris had surpassed the previous Creation True God thirty years ago.    

Over two hundred years, under the leadership of Yaris, not only did the Temple of Gods not decline, it became even more prosperous.    

Chen Yi swept his gaze across the place. Yaris' aura did not show even the slightest bit. Even he did not know his true strength.    

Chen Jing's gaze shifted once again to the southwest. That burly man was known as the strongest human on Earth.    

Emperor of the Emperor's Crown!    

This was an existence that cultivated the human body to the level of a god.    

The inheritance of this bloodline was extremely strict. Talent, perseverance, disposition, and even fortuitous encounters were gathered together in order to obtain the title of the strongest human on Earth.    

At the very least, before this person appeared, there had never been anyone in the entire world who dared to speak so arrogantly in the name of being the strongest.    

When Chen Yi looked at him, there was a slight change in his expression.    

The cultivation method of the Monarch's Crown was somewhat similar to the cultivation method of Huaxia. However, compared to the horizontal training method in China's martial arts world, it was many times more difficult.    

Looking at it, Chen Yi felt like he was not looking at a person, but a treasure.    

Every piece of his flesh was almost as tough as a flood dragon. Just the degree of his flesh was worthy of his name.    

There was also the Great Righteous Palace. The old man seemed to have aged to the extreme. Chen Yi could sense a dangerous aura coming from his body.    

Dark Church, Magic Cult. The Yin God Cult of the Southern Ocean, the Village Palace...    

There weren't many people from the major powers in the Hundred Kingdoms, but every single one of them was a powerful expert.    

Chen Yi gradually withdrew his gaze. A faint smile hung on his face. The entire stadium was eerily quiet.    

Lei Yulan's face involuntarily turned pale. She felt as if she was in a wilderness. She was like an isolated ant looking at a group of wild beasts.    

This was only an intuition, an intuition born from a human.    

It was even to the extent that Lei Yulan did not know what she was afraid of.    

Everyone did not show any malice, and neither did they treat her with needles. But even so, Lei Yulan also felt fear that came from the bottom of her heart.    

When the World Martial Meeting was about to begin, the doors of the stadium slowly closed.    

At this moment, within the stadium, it was as if the universe itself had been created.    

Lin Minghee slowly walked to the center of the stadium. He looked at the various influences of the Hundred Nations and indifferently said, "Nonsense, I won't say anything more!"    

"The World Martial Meeting begins now. Seven battles, 21 rounds! "    

He stood with his hands in front of him. His eyes didn't lose to the power of China, as if he were looking down on all countries.    

"Hua Xia is the leader. The first battle shall be fought by Hua Xia!"    

As he spoke, Lin Minghee shouted coldly, "Zhen Chanyin Temple, come out!"    

In the stadium, a young monk in gray clothes, who was only around 21 years old, slowly walked out of the ring.    

He put his hands together and closed his eyes tightly. He did not look at anyone present.    

"True Zen Sound Temple, Kong, greets everyone!"    

His eyes slowly opened, and his voice was slow as he walked to the center of the stadium.    

When Lin Minghee saw this, he retreated to the side.    

The first battle was a battle of inner strength. China did not care about the outcome of this battle. If they could win, it would naturally be the best. However, if they could not, it would not be a big deal.    

He put his hands together and looked forward quietly. In the Hundred Lands, a person with a black skin and a totem jumped up from the audience.    

He looked at the sky and spat out a strange sound.    

Chen Yi looked at him and frowned slightly.    

"People of the Black Ni Tribe!"    

He looked at the sky and shook his head.    

Lin Minghee's expression changed slightly. The Black Ni Tribe had no reputation overseas, but Lin Minghee had heard of this tribe.    

He had heard about this tribe from Chen Yi back then.    

The people of this tribe were still living in the wilderness. They were born to be enemies with powerful beasts like tigers, wolves, snakes, and even alligators.    

The people of this tribe were like wild beasts born in the hunting grounds. They trained the wild nature of humans to perfection.    

Of course, there were no experts in this tribe, and there were only a few who surpassed the Grandmaster level. However, when it came to inner strength, it could be said that the people of this tribe were all terrifying hunters.    

The strength of inner strength warriors would die nine times in the face of lions and tigers. However, this tribe was able to kill lions and tigers.    

The people of the Black Ni Tribe looked at the sky. In his hands, a pair of daggers made of beast teeth were in his hands.    

In the next moment, the person moved. He crouched down and used his hands and feet to run wildly on the ground.    

He seemed to have turned into a cheetah.    

Kong's eyes instantly moved. His expression was solemn. Just as the experts from the Black Ni Tribe approached his body, Kong's movement technique was profound. He took a step forward, and his hand formed a palm to meet this person's momentum.    

At this moment, the person from the Ni Hei tribe suddenly turned around. Dust rose from the ground and appeared behind Kong.    

A pair of daggers, like the fangs of a lion or a tiger, shot towards Kong's neck.    

Kong seemed to have not expected this. However, he was one of the top inner strength martial artists. Immediately, the force within his body erupted and he forcefully rolled forward to avoid this attack.    

When he got up, he touched the back of his neck with one hand. The skin on the back of his neck was torn. His palm was placed in front of his eyes and it was already...    

Blood was dripping down!