Ye Chen said: "Class leader, how long have I slept? How was the game?"

Fen Tiangang said: "It's not the next day's competition yet. The top 12 teams have been decided in the daytime competition. This is the list, you can take a look."

As he said that, he threw a scroll to Ye Chen and said, "Can your current body participate in tomorrow's competition?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "No problem, the patriarch doesn't have to worry."

Fen Tiangang nodded, said nothing, and left.

Ye Chen looked at the scroll in his hand. There were four left in the top 12, four left in the Lingying Clan, four left in the Holy Clan, and Song Tianning was eliminated, as well as himself, Liu Ming, Long Xuan, and a genius from the Lingfeng Clan.

These top 12 are almost the battle between Tiansheng and Tianying tribes!

Ye Chen let out a sigh of relief. His condition had not reached its peak. After seeing the scroll, he threw it aside casually, sat cross-legged, and began to refine the medicinal power with all his strength. He must win the first place in the competition!

Tianchi, he must enter the Divine Blood Pool!

The next morning, Ye Chen followed Fen Tiangang to the conference venue. The rules of the third round of the game were still like the second round, and the draw was a lot. This time, Ye Chen was lucky and got the third place.

The first and second places are one from the Lingying Clan and one from the Holy Clan respectively.

Under the auspices of the burly old man, the people of the Tianying clan stepped onto the bluestone arena. But to Ye Chen's surprise, this person actually challenged a boy from the same clan with an unnatural smile on his face.

As soon as both of them took the stage, the challenger gave in.

The boy named Zhong You advanced directly.

The challenger of the Holy Clan did the same thing and challenged the young man named Sun Yang and immediately gave in.

And the audience seemed to be familiar with this.

Ye Chen also suddenly realized that these two people must be the strongest among the Tianying and Tiansheng clans. Among the top twelve, each contestant is not easy to deal with.

Instead of taking the risk of competing with them for a quota, it is better to ensure that the strongest genius of the clan advances first.

On the one hand, these two geniuses have not been consumed by the competition and can ensure that they are at their peak when competing for the top three. On the other hand, they also avoid excessive exposure of their strength.

On the contrary, it is extremely beneficial for them to observe their opponents in the following battle.

After all, even if they face these opponents on the field, even if they win, they will pay some price and affect tomorrow's game.

The first two games ended quickly, and finally Ye Chen took the stage to challenge.

The burly old man looked at Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, who are you going to challenge?"

Ye Chen's eyes swept past Liu Ming and Long Xuan, so he naturally had no idea of ​​challenging his fellow disciples now. The higher the ranking of the Xuanyue Sect, the better.

Finally, Ye Chen's eyes stopped on one of the Holy Clan and said, "I want to challenge this person."

The audience, even the contestant, showed a surprised expression. In their thoughts, Ye Chen would definitely challenge the genius of the Lingfeng clan, but he challenged the gods?

The challenged genius of the Holy Clan was dark and he heard this. He challenged him instead of challenging the Lingfeng Clan?

Does it mean that in Ye Chen's opinion, he is weaker than the genius of the Lingfeng clan?

This is simply an insult to the gods!

At this time, although the audience was talking a lot, no one dared to mock Ye Chen again. Ye Chen had proved his strength, and there must be a reason for choosing to challenge the people of the Holy Clan.

Ye Chen didn't care so much. He just simply felt that the genius of the Lingfeng clan was stronger than this person.

For Ye Chen, he would rather believe in his feelings than the so-called godborn names.

Those are just false names.

Ye Chen never judges a person by his false reputation!

Both sides stepped onto the bluestone arena, and the burly old man announced: "Ye Chen of the Burning Heaven Clan, yes, Sun Ting of the Holy Clan, the competition begins!"

One side is a genius of the divine descendants, and the other side is a disciple of the Xuanyue Sect who showed his strong strength. This game was enough to excite the audience. At the beginning, a deafening shout broke out.

Sun Ting stared at Ye Chen and said, "You challenge me, why?"

He is a noble descendant, and anyone dares to challenge him?

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "Do you need any other reason to challenge you?"

Sun Ting looked at Ye Chen's calm look and said, "Do you know that there are two tribes in the hidden world, which are extremely special existences?"

Ye Chen looked at him playfully and said, "Divine Semen?"

Sun Ting's face became more and more gloomy: "Do you know? Since you know, you still challenge me?"

Ye Chen looked at Sun Ting's arrogant eyes and suddenly smiled, smiling a little disdainful:

"What a shitty god descendant, in my eyes, is just a false reputation. The reason for my challenge to you is very simple. You are weaker than the genius of the Lingfeng clan.

Even among the remaining contestants on the field, you are the weakest!

So I challenge you, after all, my body has not yet returned to its peak state. Before the next game, I want to reduce my consumption, so I naturally have to challenge you, the weak."

Sun Ting glared with his eyes, his eyes were covered in blood, and he roared angrily:

"You not only insult me, but also insult my name as a god? When I step on you, I wonder if your mouth will regret saying such words."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."

Sun Ting shouted violently, his figure flashed, and at the same time, a fist intent containing an extremely fierce aura filled the venue of the martial arts conference.

"Bard Dragon Fist!"

With Sun Ting's shout, a dragon fist that looked extremely fierce and barbaric roared towards Ye Chen.

Sun Ting is also a genius who suppresses his cultivation level to the peak of Hedao!

Ye Chen looked at the roaring barbarian dragon, his face remained unchanged, spread his body, avoiding in a certain direction, and hitting a punch at the same time.

Ye Chen did not use all his strength, and his hands had not fully recovered. If he used all his strength now, his injury might aggravate.

The power Ye Chen used was even a little worse than Sun Ting.

Feeling the power that was weaker than him in Ye Chen's fist seal, Sun Ting showed an arrogant smile on his face and looked at Ye Chen sarcastically.

Sun Yang also said that this guy is very strong, huh, that's all that?

OK, I'm here to clean up the garbage. Maybe I still have a chance to win the third place in the big competition and be qualified to enter Tianchi!

The moment the two fists collided, Sun Ting's smile frozen.

A layer of golden light like water waves rippled above Ye Chen's fist!

Impact and shock, the ripples-like golden light instantly penetrated into the Barbarian Dragon Fist Seal, rippling.

The next moment, the barbarian dragon fist seal was instantly torn apart by the weaker tiger and wolf fist seal!

A boom!

Sun Ting used several punches to destroy the golden fist seal.

He gasped and stared at Ye Chen, why!

His fist is obviously weaker than me, but why is it me who loses!

Sun Yang in the stands shook his head slightly and said, "Sun Ting, now you know, why do I say, Ye Chen is scary, right? You are no match for him at all."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Is this the so-called godliness? You have too poorly controlled your power. I advise you to break through to the realm of creation like Zhong Hanming.

Otherwise, even if I suppress my strength, you can't stand three moves in my hands."

"You are not qualified to let me do my best."

A dull voice resounded!
Chapter completed!