Supreme Divine Book

As time passed, the upper echelons of the three great clans all took their seats. The seats on the four sides of the high platforms were almost all full, with only a few empty seats.

However, Han Chen did not recognize any of them, so he did not accompany Hua Yumei to sit on the stage. The two of them only stood at the front of the crowd.

The training grounds of the City Lord's Mansion were completely surrounded. If it wasn't for this Martial Competition, most people would not have had the chance to enter the City Lord's Mansion.

On the east side of the high platform, the guests were the Bai Clan, the City Lord's Mansion, the Liu Clan, and the Azure Blue Prince's Mansion. Among them, the Bai Family's Patriarch, Bai Xiaotian, was currently talking to Bai Yu, Bai Hong, and the other juniors that were going to participate in the tournament. There was a trace of gentleness on his face that did not seem particularly old.

And that kind of kindness was something that Han Chen had never enjoyed before.

A moment later, the City Lord Mansion's Mansion Lord, Meng Hai, greeted the upper echelons of the various families. The time for the Martial Competition of the three cities arrived as promised.

Under the gaze of the crowd, an old man dressed as a deacon slowly walked onto one of the eight arenas. The atmosphere of the entire arena quieted down immediately.

Han Chen looked over, the old man was none other than the person who gave out the last eight tokens in the pavilion yesterday.

"Cough, cough, first of all, I welcome all of you to the City Lord's Mansion." The old man spoke with inner strength. His voice was like a tidal wave as it spread out in all directions.

"I won't speak any more nonsense. This old one will briefly explain the rules of the competition. The first round of eliminations was the elimination round. All eight arenas began at the same time. There were six contestants in each ring. The six of them fought back and forth. "And in every arena, only one person will remain."

When everyone heard this, they could not help but sigh. Han Chen could not help but frown. There were only a total of forty-eight spots, and just with the first round alone, forty people would have been eliminated.

The old man waved his hand, signalling for everyone to quiet down, "Wait until the first round ends, then the eight contestants will be released." Ring One against Ring Two, Number Three against Number Four, Number Five against Number Six, and Number Seven against Number Eight. These four matches will be held in turns. "

The large crowd of spectators discussed in hushed voices, secretly discussing who would be able to successfully advance in the first round.

"I guess there's no suspense for Young Master Meng Huo's promotion. Even if it's a 1: 5 match, it won't be a problem. "

"Hm!" I think so too. Furthermore, he should be Young Master Liu Yifeng, he has broken through to the ninth level of the Refinement Realm, and his strength is not any weaker than Young Master Meng Huo's. "

"As for Young Master Bai Hong, Miss Bai Yu and the others, there shouldn't be too much of a problem!"

"Who knows!" We'll know when the match starts. "

The old man on the stage nodded at Meng Hai who was on the east side. He then shouted, "Now, forty-eight competitors, please use your tokens to find your own high platform."

As soon as his voice fell, dozens of silhouettes rushed out from the crowd, heading straight for the eight arenas in the center. As for the vast majority of the spectators, their gazes were all gathered on Meng Huo, Liu Yifeng and the others who were standing on the eastern platform.

On Meng Huo's face, the same arrogant and proud attitude still remained. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Liu Yifeng. Then, with a movement of his body, he used the movement technique of a dragonfly touching the water lightly, and jumped onto the first platform from the City Lord's Mansion's group.

Liu Yifeng was not to be outdone, he immediately threw out a long sword, with the tip of his foot touching the ground, his body accurately stepping on the moving sword. Then, the tip of his foot lightly tapped on the sword's body. He flipped a few times in the air and then grabbed the sword's hilt. He then landed on the fifth ring.

When the two of them appeared on stage, everyone applauded and cheered.

"Young Master Meng Huo is Stage One. Young Master Liu Yifeng is on Stage Five, looks like they will meet in the last round. " Everyone quickly analyzed the situation of the match.

"That would be great, haha. "The last round of the two ninth level of Qi Refining is simply too thrilling."

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Meng Hai and Liu Xuan, who were on the eastern platform, narrowed their eyes. In the eyes of these first-rate powers, this sort of competition was a battle of face. Whoever was able to laugh at the scene would have face. However, it was obvious that the city lord's mansion, Meng Hai, was much more relaxed.

The few outstanding juniors of the Bai Clan also ascended the arena one after another. Among them, Bai Yu was in Stage Three, Bai Hong was in Stage Seven, and the White Army was in Stage Six. A few of them were somewhat famous and had decent strength. They were mostly scattered in the first round, which was probably done specially by the City Lord's Mansion.

"Han Chen, it's time for you to go up as well." Hua Yumei smiled faintly, "You are number 42, you are in stage eight!"

"En!" Han Chen nodded and heaved a deep sigh of relief. He then strode towards Ring Eight. However, those who noticed him were extremely few in number.

The great battle of the Three Cities Martial Meeting was about to begin. The atmosphere in the audience rose to an unprecedented level.

On the east side of the stage, Ji Rushi sat next to his father, Ji Chengming. For some reason, it had started from this morning. She was restless and always had the feeling that something big was going to happen.

Meanwhile, Liu Xin, who was supposed to participate, had a sullen face as she sat together with Princess Cang Yaner. "The latter could not help but ask softly when she saw her preoccupied expression." Little Xin, why is your face so unhappy? Is it because I didn't get the right to participate? "

Liu Xin shook her head and replied softly, "Actually, I got the placings, and then I gave up."

"Oh? Why? Didn't you always want to participate? "

"I, um, I'm too weak." Liu Xin forced out a smile, and then asked: "Big Sister Yan'er, what about you? You're also at the eighth level of the Refinement Stage? Why aren't they participating? "

"Hehe, I don't care. With your brother and Meng Huo, the two ninth level Refinement Stage contestants, here, it would be the same whether I go or not. "

"Oh, got it."

After a few moments, the audience was ready. After Han Chen handed the keepsake to the judges, he went up to Stage Eight. When he went up on stage, he couldn't help but be stunned. He discovered that there was actually an "acquaintance" sitting on the same table as him.

"It's you."

"Hehe, stinking brat, I will make you pay for what you paid me yesterday at the Junjie Restaurant." The "familiar person" who spoke was none other than the Meng Lao who was almost beaten into a dead dog by Han Chen yesterday. A malicious smile was plastered all over his face, and he didn't bother to conceal the killing intent in his eyes.

As for the other four, they all looked over with cold gazes. Han Chen frowned, his heart was already on alert.

The vast majority of the spectators were all gathered at Meng Huo's Stage One, Liu Yifeng's Stage Five, Bai Yu's Stage Three, and Bai Hong's Stage Seven. Very few people noticed the strange atmosphere in arena number eight.

"Blades and swords have no eyes. Death or injury, everyone shall rest in peace." I shall announce the start of the first round of the Tri-City Martial Meeting. "

Begin!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The free-for-all between the eight rings and the forty-eight participants began. The crowd only wished that they could grow a few eyes less. A match of this scale was truly a little hard to watch.

Meng Huo and Liu Yifeng, the two people who had shouted the most about winning the championship, had long since been unable to suppress the restlessness in their hearts. His high fighting spirit instantly erupted, especially the former. Like a flood dragon diving into the sea, his figure flashed, raised his leg, and kicked a contestant off the platform.

Liu Yifeng was also not to be outdone. With a shake of the longsword in his hand, he easily stabbed a young man to the ground.

Young master Meng Huo is mighty, young master Meng Huo is too powerful.

"Good luck, Young Master Liu Yifeng. The champion is yours. "

"Miss Bai Yu, you can do it! I'll always support you!"

The entire City Lord's Mansion's martial arts training ground seemed to be trembling. On the east platform, the members of the Bai Clan, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Liu Family all revealed faint smiles. To them, the next few rounds were important. They didn't care too much about the first round of the knockout.

At the same time, several other arenas also fell into a fray. Of the six, only one would remain. In other words, they were all enemies. Amongst them, there were a few weaker ones who had temporarily formed an alliance to deal with the stronger ones and then compete evenly.

The battle had already begun on Arena Eight. The former, after all, had the strength of a cultivator at the eighth level of the Refinement Realm. The reason why he was restrained by Han Chen yesterday was because he was too careless. Now, even if he were to directly launch an attack, he could display his true abilities.

"Brat, today, I will make you die without a burial ground." Meng Lao scolded fiercely, the sword in his hand had a dense white light around it, he leaped up, and a powerful Sword Qi rushed towards Han Chen's heart with the force of a gale.

"Hmph, even a defeated opponent dares to speak so bravely." Han Chen laughed in disdain, his right hand touched his belt, a sword image flashed, peng! Instantly, Meng Lao's sword qi scattered apart.

Then, Han Chen let out a cold laugh as he suddenly released the force of the sword. Meng Lao's body couldn't help but pause for a moment, and didn't even wait for his to react. Han Chen's sharp sword was already approaching.

But just as Han Chen was about to attack, the two fighting young men on the left suddenly retracted their moves, raised the weapons in their hands, and thrusted towards Han Chen.

"There really is a ghost." Han Chen frowned, he gave up on attacking Meng Lao and turned back to defend the two people.

Bang bang! Before Han Chen could heave a sigh of relief, two more intense undulations came from the right side. The other two people also pointed their spears at Han Chen with vicious eyes.

"Hehe, brat, I said it already, you will die today without a doubt."