Wang Bing said in a deep voice.

Hong Yuanshan, who was in Fenba Palace, seemed to have noticed the gazes of Wang Bing, Lei Shaoyun and others, and then turned to look at a few people.

However, his pupils were filled with a disdainful smile.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Yuanshan walked calmly to the area of ​​Fenba Palace.

"Chen Xuan, you should be more careful when meeting Hong Yuanshan."

Lei Shaoyun said softly.

"Yes...Hong Yuanshan is actually the number one disciple of Fen Ba Palace's third grade A class. He is very powerful."

Chen Xuan nodded heavily.

Although Hong Yuanshan is strong, Chen Xuan is not a vegetarian.

Half an hour later, the third-grade A-level disciples from other palaces also rushed over.

Chen Xuan's eyes swept over every third-grade first-class disciple in the other eight palaces.

"The third-grade A disciple standing at the front of the Eight Great Palaces should be the strongest third-grade A disciple."

"Everyone, this year the battle for the first and other disciples of the Nine Palaces begins. The rules are the same every year. First, the Nine Palaces choose the battle number."

In the past, every champion of a third-grade first-class disciple would receive a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Wanyan Qinghong is a top powerhouse who once won the title of Third Grade A First Disciple.

Through his efforts and the sect's best efforts to train him, he finally became the deputy highness of Fen Yigong.

After Chen Xuan chose the battle cry, he came out.

However, this time Fen Qigong’s opponent is Fen Baigong.

Among the nine palaces, Burning Eighth Palace is relatively strong.

"The opponent is Fen Ba Gong."

Wang Bing said with a gloomy expression.

"I met Fen Ba Gong in the first game."

Lei Shaoyun said in a deep voice.

When encountering Fen Ba Gong, Fen Qi Gong was helpless.

However, now that things have reached this point, they have no other choice.

Half an hour later, the first game started.

Fen Qigong has seven first-class disciples, while Fen Baigong has nine first-class disciples.

The first person to fight in Fen Qigong was Zhang Zilong.

"Burning Qigong Zhang Zilong."

On the competition stage, Zhang Zilong said to many warriors.

"let me."

In an instant, in Fenba Palace, a third-grade A disciple flew directly to the competition stage.

The competition stage was suddenly filled with the mysterious power of true energy.

Except for Chen Xuan, the cultivation levels of the other third-grade A-level disciples are basically at the late stage of the fifth level of Shenxuan realm.

In just a short while, the battle on the competition stage entered a fierce stage.

Zhang Zilong became more and more courageous as he fought, and finally found an opportunity to defeat the third-grade A disciple of Fen Ba Palace.

"Zhang Zilong wins."

The elder in charge said loudly.

At this time, Zhang Zilong got a Burning Sky Point.

"You have a quarter of an hour to recover."

The elder in charge looked at Zhang Zilong and said.

Zhang Zilong shook his head and the elder in charge left the competition stage.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Zilong had fought eight battles.

At the end of the eighth game, several sixth-grade disciples in the viewing area also nodded slightly, and then recognized Zhang Zilong.

However, the next moment, Hong Yuanshan walked into the competition stage.

Hong Yuanshan looked at Zhang Zilong, and then said: "Surrender?"

Zhang Zilong's pupils glowed with aura, his expression changed, and he finally gave up the fight.

"I surrender."

Zhang Zilong knew very well in his heart that he was no match for Wang Bing, Lei Shaoyun and others, let alone Hong Yuanshan.

"After Hong Yuanshan, there is hope to become a being like Wanyan Qinghong."

"That's right. Hong Yuanshan's talent is too strong. In this battle between Grade 3 A disciples, Hong Yuanshan is the first."

In the next battle, there were several third-grade A-level disciples, none of whom were as strong as Zhang Zilong.

However, Lei Shaoyun won several battles, and after the battle, Chen Xuan was ready to step onto the high platform.

But he was stopped by Wang Bing.

"Chen Xuan, please wait a moment."

After Wang Bing finished speaking, he took his place on the competition stage.

From the first battle, Wang Bing showed amazing strength and defeated several people in a row with lightning speed.

Finally, his eyes rested on Hong Yuanshan.

"Hong Yuanshan, come up."

Wang Bing said in a deep voice.

Many warriors in the lobby were also shocked.

"Wang Bing is too strong. He may have a chance to threaten Hong Yuanshan."

In the Fen Qigong area, Lei Shaoyun said slightly: "Chen Xuan, do you think Wang Bing can fight Hong Yuanshan?"

Chen Xuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Although Wang Bing is strong, he is not Hong Yuanshan's opponent."

"Hong Yuanshan is too strong."

On the competition stage, Hong Yuanshan gently shook the sword in his hand and looked at Wang Bing.

Hong Yuanshan said: "The result has been decided between us. You are no match for me."

"It's impossible for me, Wang Bing, to admit defeat."

The power of true energy near Wang Bing increased several times.

"kill!"

Wang Bing clenched his sword tightly and suddenly displayed his unique skill.

His long sword suddenly struck Hong Yuanshan.

In an instant, the aura of the terrifying Divine Sword Dao was in the sky, carrying the power of a blazing flame, and headed towards Hongyuan Mountain.

Seeing this situation, Hong Yuanshan's expression also changed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword in Hong Yuanshan's hand burst out with a light that ordinary people could not imagine.

Then there were crackling sounds in the sky.

Bang! Wang Bing’s body fell under the competition stage.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned slightly pale.
Chapter completed!