Happy District.
One of the nine districts of Shiluo Prefecture.
The Fang Clan was ranked fourth in the Happy District and could be considered one of the major forces there.
This was the ranking of "martial power." Although they were only ranked fourth, that was in the Happy District, one of the nine districts. In terms of family strength, the Fang Clan was more than ten times stronger than the Wu Clan of the Qianluo District. They had more Star Sector-level experts than the entire Qianluo District combined. They were on a completely different level.
"I'm so angry."
"F * ck, I'm so angry!"
Fang Jin clenched his fists as he walked out of the Happy Hall. His face was red with anger.
The battle just now was like a humiliation that was deeply imprinted in his heart. He couldn't resist at all.
Fang Jin had never lost so miserably!
"I remember your Star Armor." Fang Jin's eyes burned with anger. "Don't let me see you again!"
"When I reach War City and gather the Fang Clan's martial artists, I'll tear you to pieces!"
"Damned totem monster!"
Fang Jin's eyes burned with anger. He took out 10 Star Crystals and entered the tunnel again.
Swoosh! Light flashed.
Under the envious gazes of the surrounding martial artists, Fang Jin's figure flickered.
Qualifier revival!
Fang Jin entered the 32nd battle zone again.
The price of revival was 10 Star Crystals for the first time, 100 Star Crystals for the second time, and 1,000 Star Crystals for the third time.
10 Star Crystals was a small sum to the Fang Clan.
…
32nd battle zone.
Pa! Lin Feng absorbed four Battle Stars.
On the outside of his body, there were four more scales that flickered faintly, as if they were inlaid with scales.
They took up one-twenty-fifth of his body.
"I didn't expect to collect four Battle Stars so quickly." Lin Feng smiled faintly.
"Although that youth was a Level 4 Battle Star, his true strength was too weak. No wonder Brother Wan said that the people of the Nine States were not as strong as the martial artists of the Wilderness."
"That makes sense."
Nodding, Lin Feng came to a realization.
The martial artists of the Nine States lived like princes, especially the descendants of the major clans.
Many of them seemed to have never experienced true slaughter.
Unlike in Yanling Prefecture, where there was constant internal strife and oppression from the Sorcerer Tribe, every warrior was working hard to survive. Their battle skills had been honed to perfection. Too many of them had been on the brink of death. Wan Mochou, his master, and his senior brothers had all been through multiple calamities to reach the peak of the Star Lord level!
It wasn't easy.
"A smooth road may not be a good one."
"The rugged and bumpy path of cultivation seems difficult, but in reality, I've benefited a lot."
"If you lose something, you gain something."
Lin Feng smiled faintly and walked forward.
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Sky City.
This place was far above the clouds of Shiluo Commandery.
In fact, there was a Sky City above every county. It was a holy land in the hearts of warriors. It meant the place closest to the 'sky'. In the hearts of warriors, the 'sky' was the highest existence, and the 'sky' of warriors was —
That was the Saint level.
The closest to the Saint level was the peak cosmic realm state.
Only peak cosmic realm states could enter the sky city.
They were high and mighty.
…
Starfield Temple.
At the center of Sky City.
Seven men and two women were gathered together at this moment, chatting leisurely in the midst of chaos, laughing and joking.
They were the rulers of Shiluo Commandery.
The nine giants!
"Wow, the first place is out. 188 seconds." A white-haired old man smiled and looked at a middle-aged man in martial attire.
"The eighth battle zone, eighth seed, Hua Wei." The speaker was a dignified and beautiful woman. Her every movement carried a mature beauty. Time had not left any traces on her. The woman was one of the nine giants, Madam Ju of the Creek District.
She also looked at the middle-aged man in martial attire and smiled. "Yidao, Little Wei's performance is really good. He actually broke the 200 second time limit."
"It's just luck," the middle-aged man said faintly without any joy.
Creek District, Hua Yidao, one of the top ten powerhouses of Shiluo Commandery.
Those who could sit in the position of the nine giants were not necessarily the strongest warriors.
For example, the white-haired old man who just spoke represented the Cloud District and was known as Pulsatile Weng. In terms of strength, he was not even in the top 100 in the entire Shiluo Commandery, but he had a wide range of friends and was famous. He was a figure of the older generation in Shiluo Commandery and was quite famous.
"Hmph." Not far away, a cold snort seemed to be filled with disdain.
It was a man with eagle-like eyes, Ceng Pan of the Ruyi District. He was also one of the top ten powerhouses of Shiluo Commandery.
At this moment …
"Oh, the second place is out too. 199 seconds." Pulsatile Weng stroked his long beard and smiled kindly. "The results of these little guys this year are really good." Pulsatile Weng looked at Ceng Pan and nodded. His slightly old eyes narrowed.
Ceng Pan sneered, and his eagle-like eyes flashed. "Good or bad results in the qualifiers are more important than good or bad results."
At this moment, a young man with a cold expression appeared on the screen in front of them. He was as sharp as a blade.
Ceng Pan's son, third seed, Ceng Ren.
"Indeed," Hua Yidao said slowly.
Although Ceng Ren had a strong sense of competition, Hua Yidao's tone was calm, without any intention of fighting.
At this moment, Ceng Ren was the second to pass the qualifiers. 200 seconds had passed. It was as if a dam had been opened, and one martial artist after another rushed forward like a flood. Two hundred and one seconds, two hundred and three seconds, two hundred and four seconds …
Almost every one to two seconds, a martial artist would pass the qualifiers.
In order to get a ranking, in order to win the war zone gold, and in order to win glory, everyone tried their best.
In fact, the strength gap between the top 100 seeded contestants was not too big.
Soon …
The top 100 of each of the 32 war zones had been announced.
There were many old faces and many new faces. They had all emerged in the past 100 years. The nine giants whispered and pointed at each other from time to time. In fact, basically, all the martial artists with potential were in the top 100 of the 32 war zones.
They were the top combat power of the Star Lord level.
They were also rare martial artists who could compete with Star Sector-level martial artists and had the ability to enter the preliminaries.
Their strength could be seen in the first round.
"More than half of the top 1,000 seeded contestants are here," Madam Ju said indifferently, her beautiful eyes bright.
Hua Yidao looked at the big screen and turned his head. "Whitehead, I heard that your great-grandson is also participating in the qualifiers?"
"Yes, haha." Whitehead laughed heartily. "Qi 'er is the 96th seeded contestant."
"96th seeded?" Ceng Pan's eyes were like torches, flashing with coldness. "Among the top one hundred warriors of the thirty-two districts, there doesn't seem to be a 'Bai Qi'." Ceng Pan's eyes were very sharp, and his reaction speed was extremely fast.
Whitehead stroked his long beard and laughed. "My great-grandson doesn't have such strength. The 96th seeded contestant was given to me on account of my face. Haha."
Madam Ju chuckled. "You're being modest. Everyone knows that Bai Qi's strength is in the top 10. He just lacks popularity, so his ranking is a bit lower."
Hua Yidao said softly, "Wei 'er once said that among the same generation, besides Zhixin, only Bai Qi can compete with him."
As soon as he said this, Ceng Pan's eyes turned cold. "Hua Yidao, you're too full of yourself."
Hua Yidao's expression was indifferent. "Brother Ceng, it's just a child's talk."
Ceng Pan snorted, but he couldn't refute.
"Alright, there's nothing to argue about." Madam Ju smiled and came out to smooth things over. "Who's stronger and who's weaker can't be determined in the qualifiers or the qualifiers. The truth will naturally come out in the preliminaries. What's the point of arguing? Besides, what's the point of competing among those below the Saint level? "Madam Ju's beautiful eyes twinkled." Only those at the Saint level … "
"Those at the Saint level are the true human experts."
…
…
In the 32 war zones.
"My luck is pretty good." Lin Feng smiled casually.
A faint light flickered around him, and seven more battle stars appeared.
He had reaped the benefits while the two Star Lords were fighting each other under the cover of the heavy rain and the dense fog. He had taken advantage of the situation for free.
"Including the two warriors just now."
"Now, I have 19 battle stars, which is close to one-fifth of the total."
Lin Feng's eyes twinkled slightly.
However, it was an unexpectedly good start, especially the two cultivators he had just killed. It was obvious that they had underestimated him.
"Level one battle stars are quite deceptive." Lin Feng smiled faintly.
The heavy rain was still sharp.
Thunder rumbled, and the sky seemed to be somewhat furious.
Lin Feng moved quickly. Under the cover of the thick fog, his figure looked ghostly. However, at this moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if he had sensed something. It was a hair-raising feeling. Lin Feng's expression suddenly changed. "Oh no!"
It was a familiar sense of danger.
No, it should be called the sense of death!
Lin Feng's hair stood on end as he turned around in an instant. His eyes emitted a bright light.
"Yu Miao!" Lin Feng's expression was extremely grave.
In an instant —
Bang! Bang! The flames were ferocious.
There seemed to be a soft sound of surprise in his ears. At the last moment Lin Feng's eyes moved, he clearly saw who it was. Yu Miao moved slightly. Her spatial illusion caused the speed of the incoming person to slow down slightly. It was during this pause that the attack slowed down, giving him a chance to block.
But …
It was only a slight delay.
A huge palm passed through the flames and hit his chest.
Lin Feng felt as if his organs were about to split open. The innate star armor in front of his chest, the Nightmare Demon Armor, had a big hole in it.
The attack power was extremely terrifying!
Lin Feng grunted. After all, he had encountered countless dangers, so his reaction was extremely fast.
"Jia Luo Fireball!" Intense flames covered his hands again. Although he retreated, the fireball still blasted out to stop the enemy!
He would not admit defeat so easily!
However, the opponent did not seem to have any intention of pursuing him.
Boom! The flames were ferocious.
Lin Feng stood still, his eyes burning, his chest rising and falling slightly.
In front of him, the fog slowly dissipated. What entered his eyes was a dazzling golden barrier. It had already been filled with battle stars, and it was like a scaled armor that covered several layers. It was rather 'extravagant'. It was a white-haired youth with fierce eyes. His arms were crossed as he calmly looked at him.
In front of his chest, ten battle stars were incomparably eye-catching.
Battle Star, level ten!
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(Third Update ~ ~)
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