Chapter 21

When he returned to the sect, the first thing Zhan Chen did was to go to the Experience Hall and cancel the information about him leaving the sect. This was considered his return to the sect.

When he returned to the dormitory, Cao Shuang was already there. Three other new roommates were also in the dormitory. After Zhan Chen got to know them one by one, he walked out with Cao Shuang and came to a secluded place.

Zhan Chen asked, "Brother Cao, how are your injuries?"

Cao Shuang smiled and patted his chest, "Thank you for your concern, brother. Look, I'm completely healed!"

He suddenly realized something and shouted, "Brother Zhan Chen! How did your cultivation become the twelfth level of the Martial Disciple realm! "

Zhan Chen said vaguely, "It's all thanks to your Golden Blood Grass. After that, I strolled around Wild Wind Ridge and encountered some fortuitous encounters, so I broke through."

Cao Shuang looked at him as if she had seen a ghost and said, "I've been to Wild Wind Ridge so many times, but I've never encountered such a good thing, to be able to rise by two levels in one go!"

"It's just luck. I also think it's inconceivable." Zhan Chen didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer and asked, "Brother Cao, do you think there will be any problems with us killing Lin Zhong and Hai Zi?"

"Hehe, there won't be! Don't worry, those two guys don't have any power behind them. Our sect has thirty thousand outer sect disciples, and most of them earn little for the sect, but spend a lot of money. They waste a lot of the sect's resources for no reason, but it doesn't help much in raising the sect's overall strength. "

"So, our sect leader only cares about the inner sect disciples and elite disciples. He doesn't care about our lives. Outer sect disciples dying for no reason is a common occurrence. In any case, after ten years, the sect will be able to recruit people again."

Zhan Chen nodded. He had a better understanding of the sect's affairs.

"That's right, Zhan Chen, I haven't handed in my mission yet. Come with me to hand in your mission. Between the two of us, we can each get 10000 merit points? "Cao Shuang said happily.

"Brother Cao! Why don't you hand in your mission yourself? Wouldn't you get 20000 merit points that way? "

"Because we are brothers, right? Brothers enjoy blessings together. Besides, my life was saved by you!" Cao Shuang said it in a very relaxed manner.

Zhan Chen felt that his eyes were a little moist. 10000 merit points was a huge fortune for an ordinary outer sect disciple like Cao Shuang, but Cao Shuang didn't hesitate to give it to him.

Was this what it meant to be brothers? For the first time since he lost his father, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. It was like an old wine, intoxicating.

Saying too many pretentious words was superfluous. Zhan Chen really needed merit points now.

Thus, the two of them went to the training area together and handed over their Yao Cores. This way, each of them received 10000 Merit Points.

Zhan Chen couldn't help but grin as he stroked his merit token. Next up was to participate in the Martial Competition and win a Martial Competition Token.

"Cao Chen, you, Cao, Martial Cao, I Chen, what I said." Martial martial martial.

What about it? Do you want to participate? "

"Yes."

"Brother Zhan Chen, I advise you to take it easy. Consolidate your cultivation and study your swordsmanship before you go."

"Why? Are there many experts in the Martial Martial Tournament? "

"Yes. Think about it. There are only ten tokens, but there are thirty thousand people fighting for them. Those who can participate in the tournament are all prepared, and many of them have martial skills."

Zhan Chen could imagine the difficulty of the Martial Martial Tournament. It was really difficult for newcomers without foundation, but he didn't have time to wait.

"Brother Cao, thank you for your advice, but I still want to give it a try."

Cao Shuang smiled helplessly. "Go and give it a try. Anyway, when I first entered the outer sect, I was full of enthusiasm like you. I thought I could do it. But after going a few times, I realized how naive I was. Every time I went, I was covered in wounds and gained nothing."

Zhan Chen didn't say a word. He had a secret that he couldn't tell others. He must participate in the Martial Martial Tournament and win a token!

A week later, the monthly Outer Sect Martial Tournament was held on Blue Cloud Peak. Early in the morning, there were many disciples who wanted to participate in the Martial Martial Tournament. At a glance, there were more than a thousand people.

This was a little out of Zhan Chen's expectations. Originally, he thought that there would be more people participating in the tournament. But after thinking about it, he seemed to understand something.

Most people were probably like Cao Shuang. After hitting a wall a few times, they were disheartened or felt that their strength was not enough and were still preparing.

At this time, he saw a big red list at the side of the field. There were many people gathered under the red list. He couldn't help but walk over to take a look.

It turned out that the red list recorded the Martial Martial Tournament's rewards, rules, and the list of the top ten in the previous Martial Martial Tournament.

Martial Martial Tournament Rewards: Only the top three will be rewarded with merit points. First place, 50000 merit points. Second place, 30000 merit points. Third place, 10000 merit points. Each of the top ten will be rewarded with a bronze Martial Martial Tournament token. They will be qualified to enter the Martial Skill Pavilion and exchange for martial arts manuals.

Martial Martial Tournament Rules: Using an elimination system. 40 matches will be held at the same time until the top ten are determined to participate in the final ranking competition.

Reading up to this point, Zhan Chen suddenly heard someone beside him discussing, "It's this Li Qun again. Why is he always first place? Such a person should hurry up and become a Martial Master and enter the inner sect. What's the use of showing off in our outer sect?"

"Isn't that so? He took up a spot for no reason. Otherwise, I might have been able to enter the top ten last time. "

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Only then did Zhan Chen take a closer look. Sure enough, Li Qun had always been first place in the last nine months. He thought to himself, "It seems like this Li Qun is the biggest obstacle to me getting first place. I must defeat him and get my hands on 50000 merit points!"

At this moment, a figure was seen walking up the stairs, leaving a series of afterimages on the mountain path, making it hard for people to see his trajectory clearly. Wherever he passed, people would move out of the way, leaving a path for him. The green figure walked to the center of the arena and stood up straight.

Only then did Zhan Chen see clearly that the person who came was a handsome middle-aged man.

"That's the Combat Academy's Elder Tang Chuan! A high-level Martial Venerable! "Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Is this the posture of a Martial Venerable?" Zhan Chen's eyes were also filled with envy.

Tang Chuan glanced at the crowd and said, "I will be the host of this Outer Sect Martial Martial Tournament! It's still the same old rules. Don't overdo it. We are all disciples of the same sect. However, try your best to fight within a reasonable range. I want to see the potential in all of you. Our sect only welcomes geniuses! Now, let's start the registration. "After saying that, he sat down on a seat.

The participants gathered at the registration counter in an orderly manner and took their number. When it was Zhan Chen's turn, the senior disciple in charge of registration gave him a token with the number 203 written on it.

After a while, the registration was over. A senior disciple ran to report to Tang Chuan. He then stood up and said, "This time, there are a total of 1201 participants. There will be 40 matches, with an average of 30 participants in each match. Then, number 1 to 30 will go to the first match, number 31 to 60 will go to the second match, and so on."

"Only the last person in each match will be qualified to participate in the following matches. Everyone, please go to the corresponding match immediately and prepare. The matches will officially begin in 15 minutes!"

After that, the 40 inner sect senior disciples and senior sisters walked to the center of each match. They would be the referees of each match. Their goal was to stop the matches and announce the winner when there was a crisis of heavy casualties.

Zhan Chen was number 203. Therefore, he went to the seventh match. Looking at the 30 opponents standing at the side of the match, he felt a sense of pride. My legend in the outer sect will start from here.

After 15 minutes, the matches began. Pairs of participants went up the stage one by one and fought with all their might. It was as if they were really fighting to the death. Even the referees had to stop them from time to time.

Zhan Chen analyzed the situation outside the match. He felt that if he didn't use the Eye of Dao, his battle strength could only be ranked in the middle. This was because he didn't know any other martial techniques other than the Thundercrash Sword Art.

The matches progressed very quickly. Soon, it was Zhan Chen's turn. He took a deep breath and walked to the center of the match.

At the same time, his opponent, number 204, also walked up together. It was a youth with a buzz cut. He gave a sword salute to Zhan Chen and said, "I am Wang Kun."

"I am Zhan Chen!" Zhan Chen took out the Hundred Smelting Sword and returned the sword salute.

"Match start!"

Following the referee's command, both of them dashed towards each other. At this moment, the sword in Wang Kun's hand danced. Every slash carried a heavy aura. He used the yellow-tier inferior grade martial technique, Mountainous Sword Technique.

Zhan Chen exchanged a few blows with him and felt his arm go numb. He was secretly surprised, "Martial techniques are indeed extraordinary. We both have 1200 Jin of strength, but the consumption is different. If I continue to fight like this, I will definitely lose!"

Thinking of this, Zhan Chen didn't persist. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, using the Eye of Dao.

Wang Kun was fighting more and more smoothly. Suddenly, he saw Zhan Chen blink. He thought that it was a rare opportunity and couldn't help but be delighted. He increased the speed of his slash.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhan Chen seemed to have divine help. He gently took a step back and dodged Wang Kun's slash.

As for Wang Kun, he immediately felt like vomiting blood because his sword missed.

Zhan Chen's eyes shot out a beam of light. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he flipped his hand and placed his sword on Wang Kun's throat. He said, "Wang Kun, you have lost!"

Up to this point, Wang Kun was still in a daze. He felt a little indignant. This match was really strange. He had the upper hand in the beginning, but his final move had failed.

"Number 203 wins!" At this moment, the referee announced loudly.

It jolted Wang Kun, who was still immersed in his failure. He had no choice but to sheathe his sword and walk down in loneliness.

Zhan Chen looked at his departing back view, but he couldn't feel happy. In such a fair competition, the feeling of winning by cheating felt terrible. He even began to despise himself. But for the sake of strength and revenge! He would not hesitate to use any means.