Seven World Martial God

　　 "I didn't practice any exercises, I was just attacking the realm of martial arts, but unfortunately I failed."

　　 Looking at the curious faces of Lin Fei, Thirteenth Prince, and Yun Shuiyao, Ye Tian smiled and changed the subject, saying, "We are going to compete in the arena in two days. What ranking are you going to hit?"

　　 Seeing Ye Tian start the topic, Lin Fei and the three of them stopped entangled.

　　 The thirteen prince said with a smile: "I have no ambitions. I can get into the top ten and just break into the inner door."

　　 "It's the same with me, I just need to be the inner disciple of the Star Gate." Lin Fei nodded.

　　 Actually, it's not that they have no ambitions, but that there are too many geniuses this year, and they can't even get in the top five.

　　 Yun Shuiyao is very confident. Her willow eyebrows are slightly raised, and a confident smile stretches out from the corners of her mouth: "I must be in the top three!"

　　 "That's not easy, the Seven Prince, Wu Ding, Bai Yunfei, and Meng Shiyun are all very powerful." Ye Tian smiled after hearing the words.

　　 "How can it be? I'm not weaker than them!" Yun Shuiyao raised her head proudly.

　　 "Haha!" Ye Tian smiled faintly. To be honest, he was not optimistic about Yun Shuiyao's entry into the top three. It's not that Yun Shuiyao is not strong, but that this girl is too simple and innocent. When she really fights, she can't beat Wu Ding and the Seventh Prince.

　　 After a few exchanges, they went back to practice. They all hoped to improve their strength before the competition.

　　 Ye Tian continued to practice the Ninth Rank battle body. With the talent of the blue martial arts, he made rapid progress. At this rate of progress, he would surely be able to reach the first level within three months.

　　 Lin Fei and Thirteen Princes were promoted to Wu Ling, while cultivating the mysterious martial art of Hand of the Stars, while stabilizing the cultivation base they had just broken through.

　　 Yun Shuiyao, like Ye Tian, ​​hides in the house all day long, not knowing what he is doing.

　　 Like Ye Tian and the others, the outer disciples of this year are all working hard to improve their strength, preparing to make a blockbuster in the arena.

　　……

　　 Time is like flowing water, two days passed in the blink of an eye.

　　 On this day, the autumn wind is rustling, the fallen leaves are flying, and the loud bells ring non-stop.

　　The ring competition has officially started!

　　 Many disciples from the outer sect rushed to the square after hearing the sound, and even some disciples from the inner sect came to watch the excitement. The king of Nanlin led some city owners from Nanlin County to watch the battle.

　　 "Is Ye Tian here?"

　　 "Why can't I see him?"

　　 Xue Yuhao and Liu Hongwu also came, they looked around at this moment, looking for Ye Tian's figure.

　　 On the huge square, there were huge crowds of people. Around the fifty arena, people were all surrounded. At first glance, there was a large crowd of people in darkness.

　　To find Ye Tian among so many people is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, Xue Yuhao and Liu Hongwu had to give up and sat down patiently, waiting for the competition to begin.

　　 "I heard that the top ten not only can be directly promoted to inner disciple, but also rich rewards. The first one can even get a blood bodhi. This is the best spirit fruit that can raise the martial arts power to a level."

　　 "There are rumors that the silver-robed elders of the Shenxingmen are observing secretly, and maybe they will accept some geniuses as closed disciples. This is a strong man at the level of Martial Lord!"

　　 "You said, who has the best chance of winning this time? Who are the top three?"

　　 "Wu Ding, he ranked first in contribution points in the first two assessments, and he is very strong!"

　　 "The Seven Princes are not weak either. A lot of contributions don't mean they are strong. If they really match up, it's hard to tell who will win or lose."

　　 "Bai Yunfei, Yun Shuiyao, and Meng Shiyun are also very powerful, no surprise, the first five belong to them."

　　 "What do you think of that blood knife Ye Tian? I think he is very powerful, maybe he can be ranked in the top three."

　　 "Impossible! I have inquired that even the thirteenth prince and Lin Fei have been promoted to the martial arts realm, but this blood knife is still a half-step martial arts. He can rank in the top ten at most, and it is still the bottom of the top ten."

　　 "This is a dark horse. I heard that many people are paying attention to him."

　　……

　　Many outer disciples and inner disciples are discussing, the city lord around Nanlin King are also talking to each other, and some elders of Shenxingmen are also communicating in low voice.

　　 Ye Tian wore a white robe and carried a large iron box with a black iron saber on his back. He was caught in the crowd. His complexion was indifferent, his eyes were calm, his heart was extremely calm, and his spirit and energy were adjusted to the peak state.

The Thirteen Princes, Lin Fei, and Yun Shuiyao were assigned to other arenas. There were a total of fifty arenas. They were all separated. Obviously the elders of the Star Gate also knew their strengths and did not want them to meet before the finals. .

　　 With the passage of time, there are more and more people in the square, and the noise, like the sound of rolling thunder, is unusually harsh, making people feel like they are in a busy city.

　　 About three hours later, the number of people in the square reached a saturation state and no longer increased.

　　 At this time, a silver-robed elder flew away, looking down at the people below with a majestic gaze. With his sharp eyes swept, the voice in the square became smaller and smaller, and finally no one dared to speak anymore.

　　 "Let's start!" the silver-robed elder said coldly, announcing the start of the arena competition.

　　 Then, fifty black-robed elders flew to the top of the fifty arena, and they all held a roster.

　　 "Zhang Wei!"

　　 "Huang Aolong!"

　　 Above the ring in front of Ye Tian, ​​there was a loud voice from the black robe elder, and then the two figures flew up and jumped onto the ring, facing each other.

　　 "This martial arts contest, don't kill, let's start!" The black robe elder gave them a cold glance and whispered.

　　 Suddenly, the two opposing young men rushed to each other and fought fiercely.

　　 At the same time, the other arenas also started to compete.

　　 There are fifty arenas, equally divided into five thousand outside disciples, and each arena can be divided into 100 people.

　　 Every time two people compete, there are only a hundred people, which is only 50 games. Soon it was Ye Tian's turn to play.

　　 "Ye Tian!"

　　 "Zhou Yun!"

　　 When Ye Tian heard his name, he flew up and jumped onto the ring. At the same time, a young figure fell across from him.

　　 "Huh! Half-step Martial Spirit?" Ye Tian looked at the opposite youth "Zhou Yun", slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his first opponent would be Half-step Martial Spirit.

　　 "Blood knife? Humph, more contribution points don't mean that you are stronger than me. It is also a half-step martial arts, I will not lose to you!" Zhou Yun glanced at Ye Tian coldly, his face full of confidence.

　　 "Really?" Ye Tian smiled faintly.

"let's start!"

　　 Black robe elder shouted in a low voice.

　　 Boom!

　　 Almost as soon as the black robe elder's voice fell, a figure appeared in front of Ye Tian. It was Zhou Yun. He smiled sternly and slammed his fist at Ye Tian.

　　 However, the next moment, Zhou Yun's pupils shrank, his eyes widened in disbelief, his fist actually penetrated through Ye Tian’s chest.

　　 "No!"

　　 "It's afterimages——"

　　 Zhou Yun suddenly changed the color of the ground, and his cold eyes were filled with disbelief, Ye Tian slowly dissipated in front of him, and a violent wind roared from the side with a piercing sound.

　　 "I know now, it's too late!"

　　 Along with a joking voice rang in his ears, Zhou Yun's whole body flew to the sound. He suffered a huge impact and was directly blasted out more than ten feet away.

"You are too weak!"

　　 Ye Tian walked to Zhou Yun and shook his head lightly.

　　 The latter's pupils shrank and his face turned pale, he couldn't help but squirted out a mouthful of blood and fainted directly.

　　 Wow!

　　The disciples of the Star Gate around the ring were in an uproar, their faces were shocked, they were also half-step martial arts, but Zhou Yun was not able to withstand a single blow in front of Ye Tian, ​​and was defeated with one move.

　　 "Uncle City Lord, look at it, it's Ye Tian! Ye Tian! He won!" In the corner of the square, Liu Hongwu cheered happily, his face full of excitement.

　　 Xue Yuhao also looked excited, nodded and said: "Well, it's Ye Tian, ​​he is really powerful, the power of that palm just now is comparable to the power of Wu Ling!"

　　 "Not bad!"

"Amazing!"

　　 "A powerful palm, comparable to a martial arts level!"

　　……

　　The surrounding city lord, as well as the king of Nanlin, and the elders of Shenxingmen all looked surprised.

As the sixth-ranked genius in this year’s assessment, Ye Tian received a lot of attention as soon as he played, especially the elders of God Star Gate, who set him as the focus, just like Wu Ding and the Seven Princes. Follow objects.

　　 "Ye Tian wins!" The black-robed elder announced loudly. Ye Tian stepped off the ring calmly. With his strength, except for Wu Ding and the Seventh Prince, other people were not at all concerned by him.

　　 Time flies quickly, Ye Tian didn't hide his strength, every time he appeared on the stage, he defeated his opponent. Finally ~www.readwn.com~ he defeated all his opponents, became the strongest in this ring, and was promoted to the top fifty.

　　At this time, Elder Yinpao made adjustments, and evenly distributed the top 50 among the five arenas for competition, and the two most powerful ones were eligible to be promoted to the top ten.

　　 "Ye Tian, ​​I didn't expect us to be in the same ring. You'd better pray and don't meet me in advance, otherwise you won't even have the chance to enter the top ten." Wu Ding smiled coldly.

　　 "Really? These words are what I want to tell you!" Ye Tian said tit-for-tat, coldly, his sharp eyes were full of fighting spirit.

　　 "Huh, arrogant! Without being promoted to the martial spirit realm, but also delusional to compete with me, you will definitely lose this time!" Wu Ding sneered upon hearing this.

　　 "Half-step martial arts, you can still leapfrog and defeat you!" Ye Tian said coldly.

　　 I don't know if it was a coincidence or someone deliberately arranged it. Just when Ye Tian's voice fell, a loud voice came over.

　　 "Ye Tian! Wu Ding!"

　　 Along with the black robe elder's words falling, the surrounding crowd fell silent for an instant, and then, a boiling noise rose into the sky, resounding across the sky.

　　 "Ye Tian? Wu Ding? I heard it right, right?"

　　 "This is the tip of the needle against the Maimang, why did they meet so early? It's really surprising and exciting!"

　　 "It's lively now!"

　　 There was an uproar in the square, there was a lot of discussion, everyone's eyes looked over.

　　 At this time, not many people paid attention to the other four arenas.