The bluestone steps at the foot of Leiling Valley Mountain are very wide, with a light width of dozens of kilometers. When you look up, you can't see the naked eye at all.

On the steps, there were dense figures, very lively. They all came to participate in the wasteland competition, and more were watching the fun. After all, this is the biggest event that only once once in the wasteland in fifty years.

Xiao Chen followed Kuang Yun, looking like Kuang Yun's disciple, while Qiu Tianyi looked at Xiao Chen with resentment.

Xiao Chen felt a resentful look and turned to Qiu Tianyi to squint. Seeing this squint, Qiu Tianyi's eyes burst into anger.

Because he read three words from Xiao Chen's mouth: toad.

After the Lieyan Sect and his group arrived at Leiling Valley, they were led into the room by the inner disciples of Leiling Valley. Xiao Chen looked at the inner disciple, and his cultivation level had also reached the level of the Martial Emperor.

Xiao Chen had to sigh that in the Tianxing Empire, the Wu Emperor was already the strongest, while in the Leiling Valley, the Wu Emperor's strongest man almost only served tea and water.

The wasteland competition will be held in three days, and each force has three days of preparation time.

Xiao Chen chose a room, and Siju and Xiao Chen had the same room. This scene made Qiu Tianyi full of anger.

During this period, he had chatted with Siju, but Siju was too lazy to pay attention to him, and he didn't even say a word. This made him feel very humiliated. I think he is also the number one genius of the Flame Sect. No female disciple in the sect gave him secretly.

He has never suffered such grievances, and it is precisely because of this that he has deeper resentment towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen returned to the room, entered Jin Yong's martial arts world, and came to the hunting ground, while Siju was guarding the room.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and all forces were very calm during this period. Of course, no one dared to make trouble in Leiling Valley unless you didn't want to live anymore.

Leiling Valley Martial Arts Fair.

This martial arts venue is dozens of times larger than the alchemy venue that Xiao Chen saw in Danbao Pavilion, and it is estimated that it can accommodate hundreds of millions of people.

All forces had already entered their designated location, and suddenly, a person stood in the sky.

With his appearance, the whole field suddenly became extremely quiet.

This man was wearing a blue suit, and he seemed to be in his fifties and sixties. However, through the system, Xiao Chen found that this man's cultivation level had reached the eighth level of the Martial Saint.

"Martial Saint Eighth Level, Mu Yang has the most strength in the fifth level of the Martial Saint. Who is this person?" Xiao Chen used the system to check the information of this person, and he was a little confused.

"I am angry, this wasteland competition will be hosted by me!"

The raging wave said lightly.

His voice, after the stirring of true energy, spread throughout every corner of the martial arts field.

The people in the entire martial arts performance were staring at Nutao blankly.

"I will introduce myself first. I am from the ancient domain divine palace and the top ten major competitions in the wasteland. I will be taken to the ancient domain by myself to see the seven major competitions in a year later."

“有劳前辈!”众人齐声道.

"Before the Great Competition of the Wastelands, I will talk about the rules first. First, you must reach the level of the Martial Emperor when participating in the Great Competition of the Wastelands, and your age must be less than 100 years old. You cannot hurt your life during the second battle. Now you can participate in the Great Competition to test your age and cultivation level."

After Nutao finished speaking, more than a dozen elders of Leiling Valley deacons came up with a crystal ball, followed by several disciples.
Chapter completed!