Like last year, this year's conference also set up two high platforms, one in the east and one in the west, with the east side being the Group A ring and the west side being the Group B competition venue.

The tents in the square have been dismantled, replaced by some local vendors and warriors from all over the world.

Chu Tianfeng's toll office belongs to the secondary toll office after the game, not far from the east ring, and you can basically see the entire ring.

Next to it is the registration office, and the middle-aged woman who is responsible for the fee issuance of the number plate is still the same as last year, basically unchanged, and she still wears thick myopic glasses.

There were as many martial artists who signed up as last year, and the queue was long, almost under the ring.

A group of warriors are high and low, and their voices are also high and low.

"I heard that no? In the future, the Peach Blossom Valley Secret Realm will be opened once a year. One said.

"Who said that?" asked the other.

"Needless to say, Chu Tianfeng can open the secret realm at will, and open it a few times if he wants. A man answered in the distance.

"No, I have a friend who knows the Long family, and he told me that the Second Organizing Committee of the Secret Realm has discussed with Chu Tianfeng that it will be opened once every five years. Someone else said.

"it! The second organizing committee is doing this with Chu Tianfeng, and the first organizing committee has no choice but to drink the northwest wind. Someone burst out laughing.

"Hehe, there will be no First Organizing Committee in the future, after the battle last night, the Heavenly Master Sect was wiped out, I believe it won't be long before the Wang family will be finished. Someone else added.

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Chu Tianfeng and the three of them turned a deaf ear to this, and they sat at the table, either refining iron cards, or cultivating.

At nine o'clock, the square burst into a burst of golden drums.

A group of warriors cheered and looked at the stage.

I saw that in the ring on the east side, Master Wuyin wore a red robe and walked to the middle of the ring.

"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha call sounded, and the square instantly fell silent.

Master Wuyin looked around and said loudly: "Thanks to the blessing of the Heavenly Wind Monk, the Peach Blossom Valley Secret Realm, which was originally scheduled to be opened once every thirty years, will be changed to once every five years in principle. ”

The square was in an uproar, and all the warriors were excited when they heard that the Peach Blossom Valley Secret Realm had been changed to once every five years.

After all, it was only opened once in the past thirty years, and it was easy to miss it for only a few days each time you entered the secret realm. Now that it's been changed to once every five years, there are many opportunities after that.

"In this conference, the rules are as usual, if you have any questions, you can consult the staff of the organizing committee of the competition, and the disciples of Wuxin Zen Monastery and Dashan Hall will work together to maintain order. The Master of Silence continued.

Hearing this, the monks and disciples of the Great Shan Hall responded loudly: "Obey the decree of the patriarch (master)!"

"Again. Master Wuyin nodded with satisfaction, and said aloud again, "In the game, you must not use blades and hidden weapons, let alone hurt people's lives, and in addition, you must not carry firearms into the secret realm. Now, I invite the referee of this round of Group A, Long Xiangtian. ”

The audience applauded like thunder, and Long Fei also stood up and applauded.

"Aren't you going to compete, why are you still sitting here?" Feng Mingxue seemed to have just noticed Long Fei, and asked Long Fei.

"Hey, hey, I can make it out even with my eyes closed. Long Fei said with a smile.

When Chu Feng and the others heard this, they rolled their eyes almost at the same time.

Generally speaking, the cultivation of the contestants is not high, roughly around the middle stage of Huajin, and most of the players above the late stage of Huajin are seeded players from various major schools, and they are all staggered into different groups.

Even because of the special situation of the opening of the secret realm last year, the cultivation of martial artists increased slightly, but the increase was not large, and there were only a very few cultivators like Long Fei.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration for Long Fei to say that he can qualify with his eyes closed.

"By the way, who is your Feng family fighting?" Long Fei turned his head and asked Xiang Feng Mingxue.

"My Sister Minghui. Feng Mingxue snorted to the female generals of the Feng family in the distance.

While the two were talking, Long Xiangtian walked to the ring.

He nodded to Chu Tianfeng with a deliberate smile, and then, looking around, said loudly: "Contemptible Long Family Long Xiangtian, entrusted by the Second Secret Realm Organizing Committee, serves as the referee of this round of Group A, now, please invite the players in each group to come to the stage and participate in the group draw." ”

There was a commotion among the martial artists in the audience, and the martial artists who had already signed up squeezed out of the crowd and ran to the stage.

Long Fei also said hello to Chu Feng and the others, and walked quickly to the ring.

Chu Tianfeng's divine sense swept to Group B has begun.

It just so happened that he knew all three people standing on the stage.

One of them is Bai Yucheng, a white fat man, this guy used to eat Zhuji Dan at the beginning, and now he is also a congenital early stage cultivator.

The second person is the old referee, when Chu Tianfeng participated in the competition in Group B last year, he was also the referee, Chu Tianfeng remembered that Huang Zaihui said that this old man was also from the Kunlun faction.

The third person is Bai Yucheng's old acquaintance, the Humpty Dumpty who was beaten down by Bai Yucheng last year.

Chu Tianfeng's divine sense swept over and found that the kid's cultivation had broken through to the late stage of transforming strength, so he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

The two guys were both round and fat, and the old referee in the middle was tall and thin, and the three of them were standing on the stage, very much like that, uh, a fritter and two eggs.

As soon as the two of them came on stage, they looked at each other, the difference was that Bai Yucheng's eyes were full of banter and mockery, while the other fat man's eyes were full of anger and resentment.

"Let me announce the rules, no blades, hidden weapons are allowed in the game, and no injuries are allowed, if you are knocked down within ten seconds or are knocked out of the ring, you will lose, do you understand?" asked the elderly referee to the two.

"Understood, senior!" the two responded in unison.

The fat man clenched his fists so loudly that they clicked.

"Good. The old referee's compassionate gaze swept over the other fat man, raised his right arm high, and waved vigorously, "I announce, the game begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the other fat man shouted, raised his right fist high, and quickly pounced on Bai Yucheng.

"Wait!" Bai Yucheng waved his chubby little hand and flashed to the side.

"Bai Yucheng, a dead fat man, has also learned to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Feng Mingxue said in a low voice.

Obviously, the girl was also attracted to the fight in Group B.

Chu Tianfeng smiled silently.

"The surname is Bai, do you still want to use that trick?" The fat man on the stage thought that Bai Yucheng was weak-hearted, and his right fist shook and smashed Bai Yucheng fiercely.

Bai Yucheng was not in a hurry and retreated to the edge of the ring.

The fat man thought that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, and he made a move to pounce on the rabbit and quickly struck out at Bai Yucheng.

His fists were raised high and Bai Yucheng was sealed on both sides, the purpose was to force Bai Yucheng to fight with him, so as to remove Bai Yucheng from the stage.

However, Bai Yucheng's cultivation was much higher than him, and his figure flickered, and at an incredible speed, he went around his side while raising his right foot a little around his waist.

Whew! The fat man flew under the ring again, just like last year.

The audience scrambled to avoid it, and with a bang, the fat man slammed into the ground, and it was estimated that the square was smashing his teeth and grinning.

Hahaha! There was a burst of laughter in the audience.

The fat man got up tremblingly and pointed at Bai Yucheng on the stage: "You, you are an early stage of congenital cultivation?!"

When the people next to them heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to persuade you to jump yourself. Bai Yucheng looked innocent.

The elderly referee smiled, walked into the ring, and announced loudly: "No. 9 Bai Yucheng wins!"

The surrounding disciples of the Great Shan Hall applauded warmly.

"Thank you!" Bai Yucheng smiled all over his face and waved around, "Thank you, brothers of the Great Shan Hall." ”

The warriors in the audience were still a little surprised.

This one said: "Damn, this dead fat man is like a pig, I don't believe that he is a congenital early stage cultivator." ”

The one said, "It's hard to say, what if he's a very smart pig." ”

Someone said, "It doesn't matter if it's real or not, just go up and try it." ”

Some people also said: "If you want to try it, Lao Tzu is not so cheap, and he will be sent to the guy who has congenital cultivation to beat." ”

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The warriors had different opinions and were quite unanimous.

After a while, a benevolent brother finally flew up to the stage and raised the wooden card in his hand: "One hundred and forty Qiao Yin is here to challenge the champion." ”

Seeing this, Chu Tianfeng couldn't help grinning.

This Qiao Yinlai was Bai Yucheng's opponent last year, and Bai Yucheng donated 300,000 yuan to him at that time.

I haven't seen it for a year, and this product has also broken through to the late stage of cultivation.

"Do you know the rules of the game?" asked the elderly referee to Qiao Yinlai.

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations are very clear. Qiao Yinlai put away the wooden card and replied.

"The jousting begins. The elderly referee stopped being verbose, waved his right hand, and retreated to the ring.

Qiao Yinlai did not open his posture, but walked up to Bai Yucheng unhurriedly, and asked tentatively: "Brother Bai, are you really an early stage of congenital cultivation?"

"What do you say?" Bai Yucheng looked light.

"Brother Bai, don't mind, I'm here to make money, not to fight. Qiao Yinlai stretched out his right hand, "We all know that you are more trenched, how about 400,000? ”

Chu Tianfeng and Feng Mingxue couldn't suppress their laughter.

The elderly referee shook his head, turned away, and stopped looking at the two.

"Hey, hey, I'll reward you with four fists. The white fat man's right hand was clenched into a fist and kept turning.

"Wait. Qiao Yinlai took a step back, "Then according to last year's price, 300,000!"

"If you say this, I have to give you three punches. The white fat man took a step closer.

Qiao Yinlai was slightly angry: "Brother Bai, do you really want to fight?"

"If I don't hit you, I feel sorry for myself. After speaking, the white fat man made a move to go down the mountain and smashed down with his right fist.

The speed of that fist was as fast as lightning, and almost instantly, it smashed in front of Qiao Yinlai.

Qiao Yin came to avoid it, and he raised his fists and carried it hard.

With a bang, Qiao Yinlai was directly shocked, drew an arc in the air, and flew to the bottom of the stage.

In the exclamation, boom! Qiao Yinlai also smashed the square.

The warriors immediately boiled.

"Wow! Sure enough, it's the early stage of congenital!"

"Grandma's, in the early days of congenital times, she actually ran to group B to mix, it's too much!"

"Shameless!"

"Damn, this first spot must have been taken by him. ”

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The elderly referee walked to the front of the stage again and announced to the group of martial artists: "No. 9 Bai Yucheng wins!"