Challenger

"Challenger?"

"good."

Elder Changfeng nodded.

"The hundred disciples on the list are sorted by points, followed by talent and sect level."

There are now sixty-one disciples on the list tied for first place, and it is obviously impossible to select ten champions based on the ranking of points.

"Then what is the basis of this talent?"

There is no requirement for participating disciples to register their own spiritual roots. This is why Fu Yu does not think that his qualifications for spatial spiritual roots are known, so what is the basis for selecting him as one of the champions?

"Bone age."

"ah?"

Fu Yu felt that he heard wrongly.

"Bone age?"

Changfeng took a long look at her.

"You are only twelve years old, so it's not surprising that you stand out."

I forgot that I was twelve years old again.

Fu Yu touched his nose and wondered how he got this age of twelve years old.

It turns out that a minute ago, the standings automatically updated the rankings, and ten champions were produced.

Song Qingyun, Yunwu Sect

Sikong Zhao, Tianqizong

Lei Tianlong, Yunwu Sect

Ouyang Wushuang, Danding Sect

Shi Hao, Yaoguangmen

Fu Yu, Qingyun Sect

…

Zhang Yu, Tianqizong

Ruan Ning, Yaoguangmen

"I have never heard of a first-class sect called Qingyun Sect."

Where the four super sects were located, some disciples couldn't help but whisper.

In previous competitions, the ten champions were basically surrounded by super sects. Even if there were one or two surprises, they were all from first-level sects. However, this time, a strange sect disciple ranked sixth. How could this make people uncomfortable?

Surprised.

"It should be a newly promoted third-level sect. I seem to have seen this sect before when the list of newly promoted sects appeared on the monument list."

"Third-level sect? Don't try to trick me."

Intermittent discussions came from various sects. It is really incredible that a disciple of a third-level sect can win the championship. With the same points, a disciple of a third-level sect has to defeat dozens of opponents and win the top ten.

, how young this person’s bone age must be.

Under the same combat power, bone age represents talent.

As for why we don't simply use the attributes and quantity of spiritual roots to determine the strength of our talents, the explanation given by the host of the competition was to protect the disciples of each sect.

Fu Yu's entry into the top ten and becoming the ring master undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people, even some leaders of large sects.

Yunwu Sect, Song Qingyun glanced at the word "Fu Yu" without any disturbance.

Tianqizong, Sikong Zhao listened to the comments of the people around him and smiled.

No matter whether this Fu Yu has a chance encounter or is really talented, he will not be my opponent. I have always had only one opponent.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the cold woman wearing a white gold-rimmed Taoist robe not far away.

He didn't care what the disciples of each sect thought of Fu Yu. Becoming a champion would undoubtedly give him more opportunities to accumulate points, but it also meant greater pressure. After all, the champion was undoubtedly the target of public criticism.

Yi Wu rarely spoke: "You are lucky."

"yes."

This man had good fighting prowess, but he was either silent or arrogant. Although there were only two disciples left in the sect, Fu Yu didn't want to communicate too much with him, so he just dealt with it.

Yi Wu gritted his teeth, turned his head and stopped talking.

Elder Changfeng did not comment on the alienation between the two of them. It was natural for disciples of the sect to love each other, but there was no need to force it when their temperaments were not compatible.

Qingyun Sect successfully advanced, but he didn't value points as much as before. At this time, he was more worried about the safety of participating disciples, especially after Fu Yu.

"I'm afraid the pressure on your side will be the greatest."

Fu Yu smiled.

Elder Changfeng's words were implicit. She was the only one among the ten who was not from one of the four super sects. Naturally, she was a well-deserved weakling in the eyes of others, and no one would challenge her.

"This is inevitable." Seeing the hesitation on Elder Changfeng's face, Fu Yu understood after thinking for a moment, but she did not intend to give up. Tunnel: "If he is not the challenger, he is the challenger. The elder thought

Is there any difference?"

Moreover, if you are afraid of such a challenge, how can you talk about becoming a strong person?

Although Elder Changfeng knew that Fu Yu was strong and might not have given his best in the previous competitions, but which of the disciples still on the field was simple?

He was afraid of what might happen, after all, Fu Yu's identity was not simple.

Amid everyone's hesitation, anxiety, excitement, or anticipation, the Tianjiao Arena Competition finally kicked off.

Ten arenas rise directly from the ground, and are the same size as the arenas in the previous formation, about ten feet in diameter.

"Please call the challenger by name and come onto the ring."

"Song Qingyun, the champion of Arena No. 1."

As soon as the voice fell, the female Xiu in white with a cold temperament flew onto the ring.

"Challenge No. 2 Sikong Zhao"

As soon as the voice fell, others saw only a shadow flash past, and then a young male cultivator appeared on the ring.

Fu Yu was startled, this body method is so fast.

…

"No. 6 Arena Fu Yu"

Unlike others, Fu Yu stepped onto the stage step by step.

The disciples in the arena competition are free to choose the challenger, and the disciples from various sects are also mixed together.

Seeing Fu Yu walking out of the crowd, some disciples in the audience showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

"I see"

Someone next to me inquired: "Do you know her?"

The disciple who spoke before shook his head.

"I don't know him, but I remember the "List of Geniuses" written by scholars all over the world. Do you know where Fu Yu ranks in it?"

The disciple who was asked was unsure: "More than twenty people?"

It's definitely not the top ten. He has also read the "List of Geniuses". It is impossible for him to be unimpressed by the disciples who are ranked in the top ten. And to be elected as the champion, I think there is something outstanding, so I guess he is in the twenties.

Within the first name.

"Wrong, it's ninety-nine."

The disciple who spoke stretched out a finger and shook it, denying his guess.

"How can it be?!"

"Don't you see?"

"What?"

"What do you think her bone age is?"

"Oh I got it."

There were obviously more people gathered under the No. 6 ring. Many people thought that seizing the opportunity to challenge Fu Yu meant winning a round and winning the ring.

The girl standing on the stage was wearing a Taoist robe with black gauze and red lining. She was not tall, had long hair tied up, had a baby face, a straight nose and red lips, and her complexion was not fair. She was looking at her with her big eyes blinking.

Those in the audience seemed unaware of the danger they were about to face.

"Zhang Yu, the champion of Arena No. 9."

His eyes fell on the man on the ring, and Fu Yu's emotionless face finally showed a slight difference.

Isn't it him?

Sure enough, I was overthinking it.

"Ruan Ning, the champion of Arena No. 10."

After all ten contestants had taken the stage, the host finally announced:

"The Tianjiao Arena Competition begins!"

Almost as soon as the start of the match was announced, one person entered the ring on stage six ahead of everyone else.
Chapter completed!