The red light soared into the sky, like a red wall, blocking people who had not come in. Not only did they want to try again after failing to screen before, but also a large number of people they had never tried.

Of course, those people couldn't accept this result, and someone immediately shouted: "I haven't tried it yet, why are you not allowed to enter?"

"Yes, yes, this is unfair!"

"Let us in, we can pass!"

“…”

There were bursts of shouting, and the noise continued.

"Quiet!" A loud shout was like thunder thunder thunder, shaking the clouds and mists boiling, as if the entire Cuiwei Mountain was shaking.

Goodbye to see a white-haired old man wearing a yellow edged green dou robe falling from the sky, as if a leaf was slowly falling down in the breeze, standing on the top of a big tree.

The clouds and mist are flying, like thin silk, the fairy birds are singing and soaring around them.

Flying to the celestial spirit, Taoist Feng Xianjian, this person appeared, immediately making the side peaks of Cuiwei Mountain quiet for an instant.

"A fairy!"

Someone exclaimed and was already kneeling on the ground. This action immediately attracted more people to kneel down.

The disciples of Cuiwei Mountain all bowed to the ground with Cuiwei's rituals and shouted loudly: "Greetings to the law enforcement elder!"

It turned out to be the law enforcement elder of Cuiwei Mountain. No wonder he was so powerful... Yang Fanhai said in his heart.

This person is extraordinary and undoubtedly far better than Mr. Mu. The identity that Piaolan fell behind is somewhat similar to those of the men in black who kidnapped their parents that day. I think his cultivation is not far different.

"No gift!"

The law enforcement elder said casually, and it seemed that the sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

After most of them stood up, the law enforcement elder continued: "The immortal method and practice Taoism are about immortal fate. The so-called immortal fate is not just luck, but also by yourself."

"The entry screening is not without restrictions. It's only so long. When you enter the square, you have a fate with me Cuiwei Mountain. If you don't come in, you have no fate with me Cuiwei Mountain. If you make a noise, don't blame the ruthless magic."

Word by word, the sound is like thunder. With such a might, no one dares to act rashly. Not to mention the ordinary people outside the venue, even those disciples of aristocratic families bow their heads and dare not look directly at them.

"It's time to start!"

The law enforcement elder gave an order and sat down on the top of the tree casually.

Yang Fanhai could do it by rushing to the top of the tree with the force in the air, but it would be completely impossible to sit down like this on the top of the tree.

After receiving the order of the elders of the law enforcement, Cuiwei's disciple immediately shouted: "Everyone, go to the stone platform."

Cuiwei Mountain's screening was quite strict. More than 100,000 people tried to sprint the red line one after another, but less than 100 people entered it. At this moment, when he heard the order, everyone on both sides of the stone platform jumped onto the stone platform.

There are only about twenty disciples of the aristocratic family, so the number of people on the other side is naturally greater.

However, one disciple of the aristocratic family looked calm and seemed not to take his opponent seriously. Instead, the wild side was nervous and extremely careful.

At this time, the disciple of Cuiwei said loudly again: "The master's magic order is spiritual. The number of disciples on the periphery is twenty-four, and the bell is the beginning. No matter what kind of weapon, the martial arts can be used. Until the twenty-four people are left, the first round will end."

"Those who fall to the ground and cannot afford to breathe for ten days will be eliminated!"

"Those who were shot out of the stone platform will be eliminated!"

"Precautions for life and death, everyone will live up to their destiny! Begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bell ringing, and the surroundings were quiet, and the competition had begun.

"Brother, we have to join forces!" Lin Zhenpei said softly, standing on Yang Fanhai's side with a spear in his hand.

He shook the spear in his hand and said, "We all use spears, fate!"

Although they are all long spears, Lin Zhenpei's spear is very different from Yang Fanhai's. The spear head is long and large, about one foot and three inches, with grooves in the middle, six feet long, and several pairs of iron hooks near the tip of the spear, and iron horns at the tail of the spear.

This gun is called the cerbula spear. Compared with Yang Fanhai's spear, it has less skills, but if the strength is strong enough, the lethality is relatively greater.

Yang Fanhai smiled: "Be careful!"

The other party’s goal is just to be an external disciple, and it does not conflict with your own goal. If it is not necessary, you can take care of it.

It was not only Yang Fanhai and Lin Zhenpei who wanted to form a verbal alliance, but others were also whispering with people close to them. At the same time, the disciples of the aristocratic family also communicated with each other.

"Twenty-four people, which is similar to those of us!" A man holding a long sword and wearing orange clothes spoke with a smile on his face.

Lin Zhenpei almost records of these people in the booklet. This person is a disciple of the Luo family in Licheng, ranked sixth, known as Luo Liu, is good at swordsmanship, and is innate and perfect.

It is said that a senior in the family has recently obtained the art of breathing energy from a practitioner. If he practiced such skills, he might have already achieved the Qi Refining Stage cultivation level now.

"Sweep these fish first, and we will rely on our own skills, which is also good!"

Luo Liu's words immediately received a strong response. This man was strong, bald, almost shirtless, holding a pair of black iron hammers, and his face was full of flesh, which was extremely powerful.

The third son of the Deng family in Sicheng, known as Deng Yuanwu, is good at double hammers and has great strength. Although he has never practiced the art of breathing energy, it is difficult for him to have rivals among his peers. Not to mention ordinary warriors, even if he is facing Luo Liu who has practiced the mysterious method, he is not afraid at all.

"Wu Jin, what do you think?" Luo Liu looked at the man holding a red round shield on the side and asked.

This man held a black round shield and didn't know what to cast. There was a five-clawed red dragon printed on the shield, with its teeth and claws, and it was lifelike.

Unlike other aristocratic families, the Wu family’s genealogy can be traced back to more than 5,000 years ago and has a long history. There are family-born mysterious skills, which are known throughout the world, called the Nine-Turn Flame Dragon Skill.

It is said that the ancestor of the Wu family was a powerful general in the era of Emperor Fuxi, with extraordinary strength. The Nine-Turn Flame Dragon Art was once guided by the Emperor, extremely extraordinary and famous all over the world. Once upon a time, even the strong people in the world of cultivation did not dare to make rashes in front of the Wu family.

Unfortunately, I didn't know what happened after that, and the Wu family was almost destroyed. Although I was lucky enough to save it, the ancestor of the Wu family disappeared from now on. Even the Nine-Turn Flame Dragon Art was left with only the remaining copies. Although I could barely practice, I could no longer compare with the mysterious skills in the world of cultivation.

On the stone platform is Wu Jin, the second son of the Wu family in Wucheng. He has already entered the Qi Refining Stage with one foot. He has extraordinary strength and can be regarded as the most among this group of disciples of aristocratic families.

Hearing Luo Liu's suggestion, Wu Jin still had a expressionless face, a cold face, and said lightly: "You can do whatever you want, in short, what I want is the last place."

The twenty-four quotas are just peripheral disciples, and the last quota is what everyone really wants.

The outer disciples of Cuiwei Mountain are also supreme in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are not worthy of giving up everything. The so-called outer disciples are just a nice saying, nothing more than a complicated service.

I don’t know how many years of servitude I have to work as a traitor to have the chance to be favored by the seniors in the sect, thus becoming a core disciple and a true practitioner.

Luo Liu smiled and didn't say anything, while Deng Yuanwu shouted: "Cleaning them first."

With a loud shout, he held a double hammer in his hand and strode forward, killing the crowd opposite him.

Although the disciples of the aristocratic family have relatively high cultivation levels, most of them are in the innate realm, they are basically just entering the innate realm. Among the grassroots, there are many warriors of the same level. Once the conflict arises, no one can guarantee that they can become one of the twenty-four places except Wu Jin, Luo Liu and Deng Yuanwu.

Since Deng Yuanwu is leading at this moment, disciples of other aristocratic families will naturally follow closely.

The heavy hammer hit and clanged, the battle began immediately, and the stone platform was in chaos.

Yang Fanhai was calm and moved his body, silently reaching the edge of the stone platform.

It was indeed the first time I saw people fighting like this, but he had watched wild beasts beat up more than once in the winding mountains.

At that time, Master Feng often drove tigers, black bears, wolves, and all kinds of wild beasts together, and used some strange means to make the wild beasts fight. When they could not stop, they would throw themselves in.

The experience gained over the years tells him that when a crazy group of beasts is not about making the first goal, the best way to do it is to wander on the edge of the battlefield and wait until the battle results are about to come out before showing his murderous intent.

That's what happened before, and Yang Fanhai had no intention of helping the grassroots side. After all, what he needed was the last place. Everyone on the stage, even Lin Zhenpei, was his opponent.

Even if the rest of the family was left, he was not afraid. Although the other party seemed to be extremely arrogant, Yang Fanhai did not think these people would be more terrifying than the big snake with the name Wang.

Yang Fanhai did this, and Lin Zhenpei also acted like this. He seemed to be quite stunning, and he even carried such a long trunk gun, but his movements were extremely agile, and he was like a mouse, and he went to Yang Fanhai's side without any danger.

"Get down!"

Deng Yuanwu roared loudly, like thunder, and a pair of iron hammers swept across, like a chariot, rushing around, and sweeping more than a dozen people in an instant.

The family-born martial arts and the infinity of natural power, it is like a human-shaped warrior in this radius, which is extremely terrifying.

Wu Jin seemed to be willing to retain his strength, but did not start a big attack like Deng Yuanwu. He just held a round shield and fought with others calmly.

However, he was extremely powerful and inadvertently, he had knocked out nearly ten people from the platform.

Although one side of the disciples of the aristocratic family seems to be quite united, the other side is not weak, and six or seven disciples of the aristocratic family have been bombarded in a chaotic battle.

Luo Liu stood on the edge of the battlefield holding a long sword with a smile on his face. After kicking a person away, he suddenly saw Yang Fanhai wandering on the edge of the battlefield.

He raised his eyebrows and rushed over quickly.

The sword shook, turned into a ray of green light and came to fight, sneering: "It's too naive to want to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

This person's mind seemed to be quite vicious, and the long sword pointed at Yang Fanhai's heart. He not only wanted to clear one person, but wanted to kill Yang Fanhai directly.

"This bastard!" Lin Zhenpei muttered and slipped aside.
Chapter completed!