All the monks who have entered the top ten, as long as they have the idea of competing for a higher ranking, they will use various methods to sprint in this last month, and Yi Wen is one of these people.

Of course, there are also those who have entered the top ten, but there is no sense of urgency, such as Qin Lanfeng.

There is no urgency, perhaps because he has decisive confidence in his own strength, or because he is not too interested in the so-called rankings.

Which one it belongs to, only Qin Lanfeng himself knows.

A month's time is fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, it is the last moment of the centennial martial arts competition in Tianyinmen.

On this day, before the sky was dark, the monks entered the martial arts arena one after another, and no disciples entered the top ten Vermilion Bird Hall and Huaxian Gate, none of them left, but they waited here for a month, in order to watch the final competition.

As time passed, more and more monks came, and even the Tianyin Sect, as long as there were monks who had not retreated, most of them also rushed over, and they also wanted to see how many skills the geniuses of the entire Martial Arts Continent under a hundred years of bone age had at the last moment of this martial arts competition.

"Why haven't the three Holy Lords and Senior Brother Yi Wen appeared yet?" Seeing that there were more and more monks around the martial arts arena, but Yi Wen and the Three Saints hadn't appeared yet, Soul Xiao couldn't help but get anxious.

"I don't know, I haven't seen the four of them since the end of that day. Manxi spoke.

"Isn't it possible that something is wrong?" said Soul Xiaoxiao, as if he had thought of something terrible, covered his mouth with his little hand and said worriedly.

"How could it be. You don't want to think about the strength of the Three Sages, as long as it's not the big man of Tianyinmen or the head of the other three major prefecture-level forces. Who can help the three of them, you think. Do they all have a reason to take action against the three Holy Lords?" asked Manxi.

"That's right...... But what are they doing......" Suddenly, the soul little face showed a shocked face, and thought of a possibility, and asked in a low voice to Manxi: "Could it be that the Three Sages are temporarily improving the strength of Senior Brother Yi Wen?"

"It's not impossible to be a possibility, but how much strength can you improve in just one month?" Manxi shook his head.

"That's ...... too"

"Look! The top ten disciples have entered!"

At this moment, a disciple of the Three Holy Sects pointed to the arena. Loudly, as his voice sounded, Soul Xiaoxiao and Manxi shifted their gaze to the martial arts arena.

Sure enough, a disciple who had entered the top ten stepped onto the waiting area of the competition arena at this time!

He is actually Nanzi Meng, who is a loose cultivator!

After Nanzimeng appeared, several top ten disciples entered the waiting area one after another, among them, there was the Heavenly Abandoned Son of the Sun Moon Temple.

Until the end. The three people under the bone age of Tianyinmen under a hundred years have appeared, and nine of the top ten have come, but there is still one Yi Wen of the Three Holy Sects.

"What the hell are you doing! There are already nine people in the top ten! This Senior Brother Yi Wen is really ......" The soul was so anxious that the look on his little face became more and more anxious.

"I said Miss. You can just be quiet for a while. Manxi looked helpless.

"What do you know! Once the competition starts, Senior Brother Yi Wen has not yet arrived, it means that Senior Brother Yi Wen has taken the initiative to abstain!"

"How could I not know. But it's useless for you to be in such a hurry. If he doesn't show up, what can you do?"

"He doesn't show up, that's his business. I'm in a hurry or not, that's my business, don't I even have the right to be anxious?"

"You...... What kind of logic are you......" Manxi was speechless for a moment, and then muttered.

"My Three Holy Sect Soul Sect has a small logic of the first human soul with a bone age of one hundred years! Why, you have an opinion!"

"I didn't ...... Not...... I have no opinion at all......"

"Hmph!" The tongue battle was won, the soul snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the martial arts arena again, at this time, in the center of the martial arts arena, the figure of the great elder also appeared at this time, and the soul Xiaoxiao's face suddenly changed.

"Oh no! The Great Elders are here!"

Looking at the waiting area, Yi Wen's figure still did not appear, and the soul couldn't help but be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, even Manxi's face became ugly at this time.

"What are you doing...... "Manxi is no longer qualified to talk about the soul at this time, because even he himself is in a hurry at this time.

"Here it is, here it is!

I don't know who shouted, Soul Xiaoxiao and Manxi were startled at the same time, and looked towards the special area of the heads of the four prefecture-level forces, and sure enough, the figures of the three saints appeared in the sight of Soul Xiaoxiao and Manxi.

Then, the two of them turned their heads sharply to look at the waiting area, where Yi Wen, who had not appeared before, had already appeared at this time.

"Whew!" Soul Xiao exhaled a breath of turbidity, the nervous expression on his face was relaxed, and said, "It's good to have arrived." ”

That look, as if it wasn't Yi Wen who was going to be late, but her small soul.

"Senior Brother Yi Wen is here, you can sit down now. Manxi said with a speechless expression.

"You have to take care of it!"

"I ......"

In the waiting area, with the arrival of Yi Wen, the other nine people, except for Qin Lanfeng, all looked sideways at him with different expressions.

"I thought you weren't coming, hehe, it's okay, you didn't disappoint me, at least, you still have the courage to come to compete. A hoarse laugh sounded next to Yi Wen's ears.

The owner of the voice is none other than the abandoned son.

Yi Wen looked at the Heavenly Abandoned Son, frowned slightly, and said, "I will do my best to do what I promised, and I hope you will do the same." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, I will never break my word. But you, it seems that your self-confidence has improved a lot?" said in his mouth, the gaze of the Heavenly Abandoned Son swept around Yi Wen, and then, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"What do you see?"

"No, your efforts to collect your anger are too great, and my son didn't see anything. ”

"Really?"

Yi Wen's tone revealed a sense of disbelief, and when he faced the abandoned son again, Yi Wen faintly felt that the danger of the abandoned son was no lower than that of Qin Lanfeng.

Getting along with them made Yi Wen unable to see through each other at all.

"A very dangerous guy......" Yi Wen said secretly in his heart, and then withdrew his gaze.

The war zone was very quiet, and no one spoke at this time, some because they were under pressure and didn't want to speak, and some didn't have the slightest pressure in their hearts, but they didn't have the interest to speak.

In any case, the quiet waiting area made the monks who were already under pressure feel even more depressed.

A moment later, the voice of the Great Elder resounded throughout the arena, breaking the quiet and oppressive atmosphere!

"Top ten monks, enter the martial arts arena, and the old man will explain to you in detail the final rules of the Centennial Martial Arts Competition!"

The top ten monks didn't dare to slack off, their bodies moved, and they disappeared into the waiting area one by one, appearing in front of the Great Elder.

Seeing that the top ten monks were all in place, the Great Elder did not delay time, and said directly: "The rules of the final competition are also very simple. ”

After a pause, the Great Elder continued, "The ten of you will all have a battle with each other, without exception. Ten people, a total of nine battles, the winner of all nine battles, of course is the first place, the one who won eight battles is of course the second place, the one who won seven battles is of course the third place, and so on, all nine battles are lost, then it means that you are the bottom one of the ten people, and can only be the last, ten. ”

"Do you understand?" the Grand Elder asked.

"Got it!"

"It's good to understand, this competition will continue until all the results come out, so in order for you to recover from your injuries faster and not delay the competition, the entire professional medical team of Tianyinmen will do their best to heal the ten of you, that is to say, each of you will get the full strength of several recovery divisions, with them, as long as you don't step into the ghost gate with both feet, they can restore you!"

"Of course, the strength of our recovery division is also limited, and according to your injuries, the time required to recover is different, so you must try to minimize your fatal injuries as much as possible, so as not to take too long to recover. ”

As soon as the Great Elder said this, Yi Wen's brows suddenly furrowed slightly. (To be continued......)