The Zhenyuanhui Martial Arts Field is the largest martial arts field for the Thunder Clan.

In the past, whenever the ancestor worship was worshipped, the Thunder Clan held a large-scale martial arts performance conference at the martial arts venue.

This competition for the Saint Martial Arts List is very suitable for this place. This martial arts training ground is not only wide in area, but also has a good public security.

At this time, colorful flags were waving and gongs and drums were roaring on the martial arts performance.

In the center of the martial arts field, five tall rings had already been erected, each ring was five meters high, round, and ten meters in a radius.

The martial arts field is surrounded by steps, with countless seats arranged in a row. These seats are all carved from the best bluestone, with 10,000 seats in four directions, southeast, west and north.

There were so many seats, but most of the audience were still standing, staring at the peak martial artists entering the martial arts arena.

The author of the referee's seat was a group of gray-haired old men. There were three main judges, one was Lei Ming, the elder of the Thunder Clan, the other was an elder of the Tianji Sect who came from afar, and the other was a famous master Bodhi.

The three old men are a thousand years old together, they are all powerful people in the human race and highly respected figures in the cultivation world.

Lin Yi came to the outside of the martial arts stadium and handed over the invitation letter from the Thunder Clan. He was immediately led to the martial arts stadium.

With envious eyes, Lin Yi came to the center of the martial arts field, before the five arenas.

At this time, all the peak martial artists on the list of Holy Martial Arts were here.

Lin Yi received a number with 100 books and stood in the team. A young monk with a mustache in front of him glanced at him disdainfully and said coldly: "Shuh, so many of us are waiting for you. Do you really think that if you defeat Chen Zhanyuan, you will be invincible in the world?"

Lin Yi glanced at the bearded young man and smiled unconsciously.

He came to the Thunder Clan martial arts field with other purposes. He had never thought about such a powerful goal.

Lin Yi's arrival attracted many monks to look at each other.

"Tsk! He is the abandoned Lin clan who defeated Chen Zhanyuan and squeezed on the list? He is only a fifth-level martial artist, so he is too weak."

"But don't underestimate him. I heard that he had destroyed the Zhongzhou sword Zhao Kunpeng, made the black hat Ba Yinhu miserable, and killed the Gemini star of the Deng clan... After passing through the hurdles and killing the generals, when he came here, he must not be deceived by the weakness he showed on the surface. This kid is hidden."

"Hmph, what's the big deal? Which of us can come here? Which of us is not here by his corpse and blood? He is a small fifth-level martial artist who wants to compare with us. After a while, he will know how the word surrender is written."

Lin Yi's arrival must have attracted the attention of the monks ahead. Firstly, it was because he was really young and only seventeen years old. Secondly, it was because his realm was too low. The cultivation level of all the monks on the Holy Martial Arts List was between the late stage of the Ninth-level Martial Arts and the peak of the Ninth-level Martial Arts. The difference in cultivation level between everyone's cultivation level will not be much different.

Moreover, many monks possess mysterious martial arts from their families or sects. Even if they are in the late stage of the ninth-level martial arts, once they are angry and run wild, they may defeat the peak of the ninth-level martial arts.

Lin Yi's realm is too different from them. There are four major realms and twenty small realms, and this gap is comparable to a gap.

After a hundred monks arrived, Lei Ming, the great elder of the Thunder Clan, first delivered an opening speech and then announced the rules of the conference competition.

There are five rings in the martial arts arena. The ranking of one hundred monks will be randomly disrupted and then divided into five groups, each group occupying a ring, and there will be twenty monks competing on the ring, and these twenty people will draw lots and form ten pairs of opponents.

These ten opponents go to the ring to show off their skills and compete for martial arts. The winner will get one point, the loser will get one point, and the drawer will get zero points.

The twenty monks on each ring must draw five lots, which means that each monk must go through five battles.

After five battles, those with more than three points advance, and those with less than three points will be re-ranked according to their points.

After the promotion, the monk will draw lots again, choose the opponent again, and fight again.

The world of monks is so cruel, it is like a farmer. The most powerful and powerful king of cultivators has always had to wade through the sea of ​​corpses and blood and kill hundreds of people before he could become the most powerful martial artist.

Lin Yi was assigned to the Eastern Arena. After drawing lots, it was a coincidence that Lin Yi's first opponent was Chen Xiaoyun, the saint son from the Chen Sect.

The two are also the first group of opponents to play.

Chen Xiaoyun glanced at Lin Yi contemptuously, jumped onto the ring, and hooked Lin Yi with his fingers.

"Lin Yi, do you dare to come up and be abused by this saint son?" Chen Xiaoyun said with a thunderous laugh.

At this time, Chen Aotian and Chen Zhanyuan in the audience were encouraged by everyone around, cheering for Chen Xiaoyun.

"Brother Xiaoyun, good-looking, I'll kill Lin Yi!"

"Yes, torture Lin Yi to death, let him know that there are people outside the world!"

"Lin Yi, do you dare to go to the stage? If you are afraid, kneel in front of Brother Xiaoyun and learn to climb around the martial arts field."

As soon as Chen Aotian said this, a loud bang from the crowd and suddenly became a furious.

For a moment, laughter, laughter, and laughter were heard endlessly.

Faced with so many people's ridicule, Lin Yi's expression was as usual. He raised his legs and jumped onto the ring, pointing the long sword in his hand to the ground and looking at Chen Xiaoyun coldly.

Chen Xiaoyun looked like he had succeeded in his conspiracy. He smiled and pointed at Lin Yi, and said with a smug smile: "Lin Yi, you fool, you are angry when you are excited. Haha, you have been attacked by this Holy Son. I will give you a dead body now!"

After saying that, Chen Xiaoyun drew out his sword and swung it out, and the wind and clouds changed color.

"Oh my God! It's actually the peerless sword of the Chen Sect, Xiaoyun Sword! It seems that the position of the leader of the Chen Sect has not escaped."

"If it is the Xiaoyun Sword, Lin Yi will definitely be defeated. As soon as the Xiaoyun Sword comes out, the wind and clouds will change color and the sun and the moon will be gone. It is said that the current sect leader of the Chen Sect became famous with this sword."

As the monks in the audience were talking, the sword in Chen Xiaoyun's hand had turned into a purple-golden beast. The huge unicorn beast stood in the void, a hundred feet high, and the purple-gold light flashed, killing Sen Han!

The purple gold unicorn beast roared and rushed towards Lin Yi.

Looking at the extremely terrifying huge unicorn, everyone in the audience was shocked.

At this moment, everyone felt cold necks and trembling calves. This was already a killing move by the peak martial artist, and no one thought Lin Yi could escape this disaster.

Lin Yi stood on the ring with a calm expression.

He looked at the huge unicorn beast that was rushing towards him, and slashed out with a giant sword in his hand!
Chapter completed!