I, the nine-star talent, the strongest in the world / sign in at the beginning of Tiangang 36

And above the ring, there has long been a heroic young man wearing a blue gown and a hero scarf, waiting here.

"Buzz!"

A layer of white mask rose up, like an eggshell, covering the ring.

"Well……"

Chen Qingyu's expression changed, his eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the blue-shirted youth opposite him.

He has activated the technique of [Insight from the Wall]:

In an instant, he had a thorough look at the young man's whole body, including the strength of his body, the state of his cultivation, the movement of his true energy...etc.

"Although this person is only in the third level of the Spiritual Origin Realm, his cultivation skills are not bad, second only to the level of the Mysterious Kung Fu Secret Manual."

"It's no wonder that these ordinary venerables are all blocked outside, making it difficult to advance..."

Chen Qingyu knew it in his heart.

This young man's strength is not bad, an ordinary venerable in the spiritual realm, even if he is at the fifth or sixth level, may not be able to beat him.

This is the advantage of powerful skills and profound foundation.

"Participate in the Zhang family, Zhang Tianchu."

The blue-shirted youth on the opposite side bowed his hands and said:

"This brother is polite."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly, and said:

"Chen Qingyu, be polite."

The young man under the ring shouted:

"The battle begins!"

Next moment:

Chen Qingyu's eyes flashed, and the mighty true energy in his body surged, and he gently raised his hand to press it.

He stood on the spot without moving a step, and with just this one action, he had actually activated the wind-controlling ability of the supernatural power of [Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain], and cast the Stellar Qi Prison.

And across from him:

The blue-shirted youth Zhang Tianchu subconsciously wanted to burst out his true energy at the moment the battle started, to protect himself at the first moment, and then cast spiritual spells to defeat his opponent.

however……

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't move and was frozen in place.

His face was flushed, and he roared in his heart, desperately bursting out his true energy, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, to no avail.

Every inch of air around him seemed to condense, turning into a copper wall and iron wall, suppressing him in it, making him like a mosquito sealed in amber.

"How is this going?"

The young man under the stage couldn't see Zhang Tianchu's face clearly because of the angle of view, so his brows were frowned:

"Cousin Tianchu, what are you doing?!"

"Why don't you do it?"

"..."

Zhang Tianchu couldn't answer him, his face turned pale.

"All right!"

A deep voice sounded, and the light curtain on the ring instantly dissipated.

A middle-aged man with a long beard flew onto the ring in an instant, turned his head to look at Chen Qingyu, and said calmly:

"Master Chen."

"My nephew has already lost, so please raise your hand."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly:

"Easy to say, easy to say."

While speaking, with a thought in his mind, he had already dispelled the magical power of [calling the wind and calling the rain].

"Huh...huh..."

Zhang Tianchu, who was on the opposite side, suddenly broke free from the shackles, and fell to his knees, panting heavily, with a hint of fear in his expression.

"What method did this person use?"

The young man under the ring only reacted at this time, and his expression changed.

Not only him:

The members of the eighteen alliances behind the gate, and even the many venerables who witnessed the battle couldn't help but gather together, whispering in twos and threes, discussing:

"What is the background of this person?"

"That's right! The spirit technique he used is so weird that it can make people lose without fighting!"

"Such a weird spirit technique... I really have never seen it in my life."

"His surname is Chen, so he can't be from the Chang Luo Chen family?"

"What are you thinking, Chang Luo Chen is famous for his way of stars, how can there be such a strange method?"

There was a trace of weirdness in this battle from beginning to end.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man who calls himself Chen Qingyu is obviously unfathomable in strength, surpassing the leader of the first battle stage by countless times.

Chapter 165 That's it?

The long-bearded middle-aged man on the stage ignored the noisy crowd and said to Chen Qingyu calmly:

"Master Chen."

"Do you want to continue to challenge the battle stage?"

"of course."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly, and said leisurely:

"Adversaries are hard to come by. I also want to see how good the outstanding talents of the Eighteen Alliances are."

"..."

The middle-aged man with long beard took a deep look at him, stretched out his hand expressionlessly and said:

"Please."

The voice fell:

With a flick of his sleeve, he left with Zhang Tianchu, and opened the passage of the formation gate, revealing the second competition platform that was deeper.

"It's a good show again!"

Many venerables in the periphery suddenly showed expressions of interest.

Previously, there were also many powerful Lingyuan venerables who fought for the front.

But the one with the best result is only in the fourth place.

Among them, there are even several venerables from the Holy Land.

Of course, those holy land venerables would not be direct members or true disciples, otherwise as long as they showed their identities, they would have been invited to go up the mountain by the Eighteen Alliances.

Therefore, they all want to see, how many battle platforms can this Mr. Chen, who has a mysterious background and strange means, get through?

"boom!"

Chen Qingyu jumped and flew to the second battle platform.

His opponent was a young woman from the Eighteen Families Alliance. She looked at him solemnly as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Many venerables on the periphery, and even the members of the eighteen alliances in the gate, all stared at this battle intently, with different thoughts and whispers.

However:

What happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

After the fight starts:

Chen Qingyu just raised his hand and pressed it, and the young woman was immediately unable to move, no matter how desperately she struggled, it was useless.

She is the fifth level of the Lingyuan Realm, much stronger than Zhang Tianchu.

But the ending of the two is exactly the same.

"This……"

All the venerables present were a little surprised and uncertain.

soon:

People from the Eighteen Alliances hurried over to announce Chen Qingyu's victory, and invited him to the third stage to replace him with a stronger opponent.

As a result, as soon as the battle begins:

On the third fighting platform, the young man from the seventh level of the spirit realm was also restrained by Chen Qingyu's move, unable to move.

He desperately exploded his true energy, all kinds of auras flickered on his body, he produced secret techniques one after another, and activated the profound weapons. It was obvious that he had made all the preparations before going on stage.

But at this moment, it is still useless.

This time:

The hundreds of thousands of venerables in the periphery were all sensational.

"This person surnamed Chen, what is his background?"

"That's right, his strength is simply unfathomable. Could it be that he is a true disciple of some holy land?"

"He won't think about it, just rely on this trick to directly open the fifth fighting platform?"

"If this is really the case, that's too exaggerated. I'm afraid the eighteen alliances will lose all face..."

Many venerables talked about it, and some people laughed with malicious intentions, gloating at the Eighteen Alliances, planning how to deal with it.

Behind the gate, many members of the Eighteen Alliances seemed to be in a slight commotion.

"enough!"

There was only a low shout from behind the gate.

A white-haired old man suddenly waved his sleeves, the mask dissipated, and flew onto the ring.

The aura on his body was strong and hidden, obviously he was an extremely high-level supernatural being, and he belonged to one of the real principals present in the Eighteen Alliances.

"Master Chen, stop!"

The old man gave Chen Qingyu a cold look, and said expressionlessly:

"You've won."

"Next, if you still want to fight, you can go to the fourth fighting platform."

Chen Qingyu shrugged and said casually:

"Okay."

As soon as he thought about it, he put away the technique of controlling the wind.

"Oh!"

The young man opposite suddenly slumped on the ground, panting violently.

Afterwards, he stood up without saying a word, lowered his head, his eyes were lonely, full of frustration.

"Disgraceful thing!"

The old man reprimanded him and left the ring with the decadent young man.

Chen Qingyu jumped, turned into a ray of light, and fell to the deeper part of the formation gate, on the fourth battle platform.

"Wow!"

A cloud of mist drifted past, and a young figure appeared on the competition stage.