After a moment of silence, a martial cultivator jumped out and sneered proudly, "Hahahaha, is there something wrong with your brain? Why don't you give the money to me? "
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "That's a good question. I'll answer it for everyone now."
As he spoke, he walked forward and slapped the man's face.
"Pa!"
The man was sent flying straight out, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air. His body spun a few times on the ground and rolled to the edge of the arena.
"Ah!" The audience gasped and their faces turned pale with fright.
"What's going on? Isn't it forbidden? "
"It's indeed forbidden. It doesn't make sense!"
"Could it be that he was born with divine strength? But even if he was born with divine strength, he wouldn't be so powerful. "
Zhi Ren was also dumbfounded.
One of the bosses of a group of more than fifty people shouted angrily, "Everyone, don't be afraid of him. It must be forbidden here. He's just a little stronger. With so many of us, how can we not deal with him?"
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Did everyone understand the question just now? Now I'll solve this question for everyone to see. "
The boss sneered and said, "Born with divine strength? Let me tell you, I'm the real born with divine strength. Even if I don't have any cultivation, I can fight against the existence of the Spirit Martial Realm! Everyone, attack together! "
"Kill! Throw this kid down! "
More than fifty people all rushed over.
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and performed a set of Eight Trigrams Fist. Bang! Bang! Bang! In just a few blinks of an eye, more than 50 people fell to the ground.
The martial artist with innate divine strength threw a punch at him, but Yang Qingxuan caught his fist. Then, he pushed the martial artist's waist with one hand, lifted him up, and threw him out.
"Bang! — — "
Another bloody line was drawn on the arena and he rolled to the edge of the arena. Most of the bones in his body were broken and his face was full of fear.
Yang Qingxuan clapped his hands and said, "Did everyone see the answer to this question clearly?"
The arena was silent. They didn't even dare to breathe. They all held their breaths and their faces were pale.
Zhi Ren's lips trembled as he stuttered, "What, what is going on? Was he not forbidden from using magic? That's impossible. No one can break the Anti-Magic Domain. It doesn't make sense. "
Even Hanhan, who was watching from above, frowned. His eyes shone brightly as he tried to see through Yang Qingxuan, but to no avail. His frown deepened.
Yang Qingxuan said, "Everyone, don't look at me so nervously. Come on, relax a little. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Consciously relax your shoulders. How is it? Do you feel better?"
Those who were swept by Yang Qingxuan's gaze hurriedly nodded and said, "Better, better."
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "That's right, it's just a competition. There were still many more challenges to come in life. Now let's start with harmony. Fatty Zhi Ren, come over here and help me register. Everyone, line up. Whoever cuts in line will go down. Register one by one. I don't care how much you pay. It all depends on your own intentions. Whether you want to enter the Platinum Gold Sect, whether you want to go back to become a core disciple, inherit the family business, marry a rich and beautiful woman, it all depends on your own intentions. By the way, friends who didn't bring enough Star Bright Stones, I'll tell you another good news. Things can also be exchanged. "
The fat on Zhi Ren's body trembled. He didn't want to be a small leader anymore. He hurriedly ran out and shouted, "Coming, coming. Sir, please give me your orders." He bowed his fat body with a fawning look.
Yang Qingxuan said, "You are in charge of registration. I will be in charge of maintaining order."
Zhi Ren said, "Yes, yes." Then he raised his voice and said, "Everyone, come over here and register your names one by one. Take out your intentions. The thousand people who have the least intentions can come back in five years."
Those who came out of the Thousand Years Illusion could not step into the Spiritual Mountain for five years.
These 1,600 people were all pale. When they saw Yang Qingxuan's eyes sweep over them, they all kept quiet out of fear. They hurriedly ran in front of Zhi Ren to register and express their intentions.
There were also a few unruly people with ashen faces. They were knocked to the ground by Yang Qingxuan and stepped on a few times. Then they went to line up obediently.
In the sky above the arena, a virtual light suddenly flashed and turned into a man's figure. He wore a dark green Yanluo suit. Looking at the scene below, he frowned and said, "Junior Sister, what are you doing?"
Hanhan cried, "Senior Brother Sikong Hao, I, I don't know … I just opened the Anti-Magic Field and tested according to the rules. I didn't expect it to become like this …"
Sikong Hao glanced below and frowned. He said, "Strange, what are these people doing?" But this test had nothing to do with him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He said, "Junior Sister, I just received a message from Master. He said that several big shots have come to the Thousand Years Illusion. After the test, he asked us to go together."
After saying that, he turned and hid in the void, disappearing.
Hanhan held her chin and said to herself, "Big shots? Are they the elders of some aristocratic family or something like that? Did they bring their personal disciples to get in through the back door? Sigh, this is so boring. "
Four hours later, the registration on the arena was completed. Zhi Ren, this fatty, was very knowledgeable. He calculated the price of all kinds of items and added them together.
Then he mysteriously ran to Yang Qingxuan and whispered, "Sir, the total is 1.9 trillion. The 547th person is this person. He contributed 106 billion and even offered his life weapon."
Yang Qingxuan knocked his head and said, "Why did you calculate it as 547? What about you and me? Are you going to go down too? "Zhi Ren was scared and said repeatedly," It's wrong, it's wrong. "
Yang Qingxuan said to the crowd, "The results are out. Those who contributed more than 109.5 billion can stay. The rest can come again next time. Even I am embarrassed to look at your little token of appreciation. How can it be platinum? If I give you platinum, do you still have the face to take it? Come again next time. "
"Damn it, you've gone too far! I'll fight with you! "
A martial cultivator roared, "Brothers who have been eliminated, fight with them and fight for a future!"
"Fight! Give me back my money! "
More than a thousand people immediately rioted and rushed to Yang Qingxuan. Zhi Ren was scared and hurriedly retreated.
More than 500 people who had been announced, although they were heartbroken, they didn't want to get involved in this matter, so they all retreated.
Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, put away the storage bag given to him by Zhi Ren, and walked toward the more than a thousand people.
If it weren't for the fear of exposing himself, he could have turned them into ashes with one move.
Now, it was just an extra move. He came and went freely among the thousands of people. With a turn of his hand, he slapped them one by one. They flew out of the arena one by one, screaming and falling down.
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