"Go, Zhe Tian, Chen Zhan, Xian Ling!"
The Disciplinary Elder and the Vice-Leader of Jian Yan Mountain looked at Lin Zhe Tian and the others with hope in their eyes. They could only hope that the three of them could win glory for Sword Mountain.
Lin Zhe Tian and the others nodded. Chen Zhan was the first to go, but before that, he glanced at Lin Feng and sighed. Back then, he could fight shoulder to shoulder with Lin Feng, but now he could only fight with Lin Feng's son. Was that the difference between them?
Lin Feng looked at Chen Zhan and smiled encouragingly. Then, he looked at his son with hope in his eyes.
After Lin Zhe Tian and the others, the other five groups also sent their best disciples. However, the members of the Kirin Sect could only smile wryly. One of their disciples was gone.
That disciple was obviously Song Yuan but he had been mercilessly killed by Lin Feng. They would never forget that. In the future, if they had the opportunity, they would definitely get their revenge.
Even though Song Yuan had been killed, the Kirin Sect still had five disciples, all of whom had broken through to the sixth Holy Spirit Emperor.
The Kirin Sect, the Zhu Celestial Sect, and the Feng Clan had all sent people.
"Who are the disciples of the God Clan?" Lin Feng looked at the God Clan. Lin Feng had a good impression of them. Back then, when the Kirin Sect, the Zhu Celestial Sect, and the Feng Clan had joined hands to kill him, Tang Ye and his teacher Tang Chenggang had helped him.
Therefore, the only clan Lin Feng didn't dislike was the God Clan, but Tang Ye wasn't there. Only Tang Chenggang was there.
Tang Chenggang looked at Lin Feng in a strange way. He smiled indifferently and said to Lin Feng using telepathy, "My disciple is practicing cultivation, he's preparing to break through to the eighth Holy Spirit Emperor."
"Oh? Hehe, brother Tang Ye, I will congratulate you on breaking through as soon as possible. "said Lin Feng to Tang Chenggang. He was a bit surprised when he heard Tang Chenggang.
Tang Chenggang smiled and didn't say anything else. After all, the competition was about to start.
"The disciples of the six groups will fight first. Ten of them will advance to the next round. The winners will advance to the next round, the losers will leave."
"First, Sword Mountain's Chen Zhan versus Qilin Sect's Ning Yuan!" As the Palace Lord's voice faded, Chen Zhan and Ning Yuan both took a step forward and instantly engaged in a chaotic battle.
The enmity between the two sects had existed for a long time, so the disciples of both sides would not hold back.
Lin Feng looked at Chen Zhan's battle. Compared to before, Chen Zhan had improved a lot. He then looked at Ning Yuan, who had been sent by the Kirin Sect. Even though Ning Yuan was stronger than Chen Zhan, he would lose sooner or later.
As expected, after Chen Zhan and Ning Yuan exchanged a hundred moves, Chen Zhan suddenly formed seals with his hands, and a large golden seal smashed onto Ning Yuan's body. The latter vomited a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out of the arena.
Chen Zhan won and advanced to the next round. Ning Yuan lost and was eliminated from the fight for the top 20 in the Divine List Preliminaries.
Everyone from the Qilin Sect stared at Chen Zhan in anger. They wished they could tear Chen Zhan apart alive. However, Chen Zhan didn't care about their gazes at all. He only knew that he had entered the top 20 of the reserve list.
"That's right. Next, it's the Immortal Execution's Gate versus the God Race," said the Lord Prefect indifferently. Then, the disciples of the Immortal Execution's Gate and the God Race stepped forward and began fighting.
In the end, the disciple of the God Race was defeated, and the disciple of the Immortal Execution's Gate advanced.
"Next match, the Dragon Sect versus the Qilin Sect!"
"Next match, the Feng Clan versus the Immortal Execution's Gate …"
In the blink of an eye, six matches had already taken place. In these matches, JIan Mountain had only participated in one battle, and Chen Zhan had advanced. Of the remaining five places, two were from the Qilin Sect, one was from the Feng Clan, one was from the God Race, and the last one was from the Immortal Execution's Gate. So far, no one from the Dragon Sect had entered.
"Next match, Zhe Tian of JIan Mountain versus Long Xiao of the Dragon Sect!"
Just when everyone was talking about these matches, the Lord Prefect of the Protectorate shouted again. He looked at Lin Zhe Tian and another disciple of the Dragon Sect, Long Xiao.
Lin Zhe Tian's eyes narrowed, and he looked at his opponent, Long Xiao.
Long Xiao also looked at Lin Zhe Tian, and his eyes revealed a trace of mockery. He was only at the fourth layer of the Holy Spirit Emperor realm. How could such a person be chosen by JIan Mountain? Could it be that there was no one else from JIan Mountain?
Thinking of this, Long Xiao couldn't help but sneer. Previously, two disciples had lost their qualifications. Now, Long Xiao's good luck was coming. With his strength at the sixth layer of the Holy Spirit Emperor realm, how could he lose to a kid at the fourth layer?
"Lin Zhe Tian, right?" Long Xiao took a step forward and arrived at the dueling platform. His eyes were filled with indifference as he looked at Lin Zhe Tian and asked coldly.
"That's right, I'm Lin Zhe Tian!" Lin Zhe Tian nodded and looked straight at Long Xiao.
"Haha, the strength of the fourth layer? You think you're qualified to participate in this preliminary match? In my opinion, you should scram. Otherwise, you'll be crying to your parents when you get injured. Haha! "
Long Xiao's words were harsh, and it made Lin Zhe Tian's face darken. In the end, Lin Zhe Tian took a deep breath and coldly said to Long Xiao, "Please advise me!"
"Hmph, reckless trash. Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Long Xiao roared in anger when he saw that Lin Zhe Tian wasn't backing down in the slightest. Moreover, his eyes were actually filled with ridicule. Long Xiao directly kicked out.
Lin Zhe Tian laughed coldly and punched out at the incoming kick.
Boom! The two people's punches and kicks collided, but nobody had expected the result.
The arrogant Long Xiao had actually been sent flying by Lin Zhe Tian's punch, and he almost fell out of the stage. Lin Zhe Tian had only been pushed back three or four steps. The difference in strength was obvious.
"I'll kill you! Ahhh!!"
Being pushed back by a fourth level trash, Long Xiao's expression instantly became sinister and malevolent. Gritting his teeth, he once again rushed towards Lin Zhe Tian. A cold intent flashed on the thumb in his hand, and it flew towards Lin Zhe Tian's chest with amazing speed.
"Hidden weapon?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes. Long Xiao had surprisingly used a hidden weapon. That was despicable, but in order to win, he had nothing to say.
Lin Zhe Tian also sensed the hidden weapon flying towards his chest. He didn't have time to think. Lin Zhe Tian roared furiously and performed some hand seals. A gigantic golden imprint flashed and the silver needle flew away. At the same time, the gigantic iron imprint bombarded Long Xiao's chest.
Long Xiao's expression drastically changed. He clenched his fists and tried to defend himself. However, the sudden attack from the Divine Emperor Weapon didn't give him time to defend. Boom! A horrible shriek spread through the entire arena. Long Xiao's silhouette was blasted away and he fell outside.
"That's …"
Everybody who saw the result took a deep breath. They hadn't thought that Lin Zhe Tian, who was only a cultivator of the fourth layer, could win so easily and defeat Long Xiao.
Now, the Dragon Clan only had one disciple left who could compete for the Godly List.
The Great Elder of the Dragon Sect was very calm. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything. After all, Lin Zhe Tian couldn't be blamed. But even so, he still remembered Lin Zhe Tian.
Lin Zhe Tian had become famous in this battle. Nobody dared to look down on him anymore. Of course, this was only referring to the disciples of the six sects. Most of the disciples of the five sects didn't watch this battle. In their eyes, the disciples of the six sects were just supporting characters.
"Lin Zhe Tian wins, he advances to the next round."
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