"Yes, us!"
Long Bufan said. In his view, there was still a chance if they fought for it. If they didn't fight for it, there would be nothing.
"How childish. How long has it been since you joined the sect? You want to get this kind of opportunity? "
"I'm afraid you're not daydreaming …"
Xuan Tiance's disciples stared coldly at Long Bufan and the others. Fighting with them over the qualifications was no different from killing their parents.
The expressions of the members of the Dragon Group changed slightly.
The disciples under Xuan Tiance were not ordinary people either. They were at least rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts.
As for Long Bufan and the others, they were at most rank five Martial Spirits.
They were not on the same level.
The foreign experts who had joined the Martial God Sect with the members of the Dragon Group shouted from afar, "Don't think too much. This has nothing to do with us …"
The five people in the Dragon Group were too eager to become stronger.
That was why they didn't want to miss the opportunity to go to the Lost City. But since they couldn't get it, so be it.
Xuan Tiance looked at Long Bufan and the others and said, "Cultivate well in the sect. Now is the era of opportunities. If you can't do it this time, there will be a next time. I have high hopes for you …"
The eyes of Long Bufan and the others lit up.
There was an opportunity?!
In that case, they really had to cultivate hard. Just like Xuan Tiance said, if they couldn't do it this time, there would be a next time.
… …
Then, regarding the quota to go to the Lost City, other than the great elder of the outer sect, Xuan Tianji, the other elders all decided on the quota.
There were fourteen elders.
Each of them took seven quotas. Only the great elder, Xuan Tianji, who had no disciples before, made an exception and took Yang Jian as his disciple.
So … the quota fell into Yang Jian's hands.
Yang Jian, who learned of this, was completely dumbfounded.
The other disciples of the Martial God Sect, including those from the Dragon Group, fought for the quota, and even spent a lot of money to buy it.
But before he could do anything, the quota suddenly fell from the sky and landed on his head.
Xuan Tianji, on the other hand, had a wisp of beard.
No matter what, one of the quotas had to be given to Yang Jian. But the remaining one …
Haha …
It seemed to be an opportunity to make a lot of money.
Whoosh!
Xuan Tianji wasn't the only one who reacted. The disciples of the Martial God Sect who regretted not being able to obtain a spot immediately turned their attention to Xuan Tianji.
Therefore, seven or eight hundred people crazily rushed to the cave residence on the mountain where Elder Xuan Tianji was.
The empty space outside of the cave was packed with people. Yang Jian, who was sweeping the ground, was greatly shocked. The black mass of rank four Martial Ancestor experts gave him an enormous pressure.
"Elder Destiny, a hundred spirit crystals for one of your quotas …"
"Elder, this disciple has a Mid-grade Profound Rank Martial Technique …"
"…"
The disciples of the Martial God Sect were craning their necks, and their voices came in waves, just like a market.
Xuan Tianji's ears were deafened by the noise in the cave abode.
Just as he opened the cave dwelling's stone door and was about to make his request, a figure appeared in front of him.
It was Feng Hao!
Feng Hao walked out from the crowd of hundreds of people. It was as if he was transparent and no one could touch him.
They didn't seem to notice his appearance. It was only when Feng Hao appeared at the front that the crowd realized …
When did Feng Hao appear in front of them?
Feng Hao looked at Xuan Tianji and said with a smile, "Since Elder Destiny still has a quota, why don't you give it to me?"
Wow!
The crowd was instantly in an uproar. The disciples of the Martial God Sect were so angry that they almost vomited blood.
This Feng Hao was even more arrogant than them.
He actually directly asked for it …
However, with Feng Hao's identity as a Foreign Elder, it shouldn't be a big deal for him to ask for a quota, right? Therefore, many people felt a strong sense of danger.
"The quota belongs to the strongest. Foreign Elder Feng, let's challenge each other. Whoever is the strongest will have the quota. What do you all think?"
A disciple who boasted of his high cultivation said.
His words immediately made everyone feel that it was fair. In fact, they were a bit reluctant to exchange for it with something precious.
However, it couldn't be better if they fought for it with their own strength.
A smile appeared on Xuan Tianji's face. Whether it was the Sect Leader or the other Elders, didn't they all say that Lin Yu had no cultivation?
But now, it seemed like they could see the scene of Feng Hao displaying his strength.
Xuan Tianji said, "This is a good suggestion. I only have one disciple, but there are two quotas. Then, I will take out this quota and let everyone compete fairly …"
"Elder Destiny is mighty!"
"Elder is a good man …"
Hundreds of disciples immediately cheered and jumped for joy. Then, they took the initiative to vacate a large piece of empty land for the competition.
At the same time, many disciples and Elders of the Martial God Sect were also paying attention to the changes here.
Feng Hao shook his head and glanced disdainfully at the hundreds of disciples of the Martial God Sect. He said softly, "Whoever can withstand a punch from me will have the quota …"
Wow!
The disciples of the Martial God Sect were shocked.
How shameless.
Do you think your fists are made of iron?
However, some people felt that there must be something fishy about it, especially the group of Elders who were particularly curious about Feng Hao.
In fact, they had been brooding over the fact that Feng Hao had broken through the Heart Refining Forest.
That was because there was no cultivation in Feng Hao's body.
However, they didn't believe it. They were all guessing that Feng Hao must have some special tricks up his sleeves. Judging from Lin Yu's words …
His fist, or the strength of his flesh, might be extremely powerful.
Because if he wasn't confident enough in his own strength, he would never dare to say that whoever could withstand a punch from him would be the winner.
It was a kind of invincible confidence.
Everyone in the Martial God Sect was instantly looking forward to it. Even the Sect Leader of the Martial God Sect was attracted by the crowd.
He then asked the Sect Elder and learned that Feng Hao was determined to win the quota. He actually wanted to challenge hundreds of people …
His ambition was truly great!
However …
He liked this kind of person, domineering.
"Feng Hao, although you're an External Deity, you're still a newcomer. I, Guan Ziqi, a fourth-grade Martial Ancestor Realm expert, specialize in defense. I'll take a punch from you …"
At that moment, a disciple of the Martial God Sect who had taken off his shirt walked out.
His muscles were bulging like a dragon coiling around his body. His tall and sturdy figure gave off a strong visual impact.
Feng Hao glanced at Guan Ziqi and shook his head, "You can't do it. I'm afraid that the wind generated from my punch will keep you bedridden for a few months …"
Gasp!
Everyone in the Martial God Sect gasped. This is too arrogant …
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