"Brother Fei, the opening ceremony has ended. It seems that the World Junjie Conference is about to begin..."

At this time, Song Shilun next to him spoke again.

Just as they were talking, the list of candidates to participate in the World Military Wife Conference was also reported. Including the major forces in the Imperial City, the three ninth-grade sects, and some young geniuses from other prefectures and counties, there were about 500 warriors participating.

More than 500 warriors, even if they compete one-on-one, one day is far from enough to decide the winner. Therefore, the entire World Heroes Conference generally lasts for three days until the top 20 warriors are determined, and a large number of rewards are received at the same time.

"Well, the emperor and the old guys from those sects also appeared..."

He also nodded, Fei Ren looked up at the center square not far away, and saw that on the city tower there, there were several powerful and thick figures standing quietly, and they were tall figures of the three ninth-grade sects.

In front of these sect bosses, a middle-aged man in a purple-gold dragon robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes were like swords. A deep feeling appeared in his dark pupils, and his body was full of a kingly look. Even the top leaders of the ninth-grade sects next to him did not dare to neglect and stood behind him.

Emperor of Chu, Chu Tianyang!

Those who can make a group of senior figures of the ninth-grade sect bow down and dare not act rashly are the only ones who are the only ones in the Great Chu Dynasty who are infinitely close to the Martial Arts Realm, and their strength has reached the half-step Martial Arts Realm.

"Your Majesty, you can almost start."

Behind, an elder of the Lingjian Sect stepped forward and bowed.

"Why are there only you guys, what about Ren Jianlong?" Chu Tianyang frowned slightly after glanced at the elder of the Lingjian Sect beside him.

Unlike the other two ninth-grade sects, the Lingjian Sect has a close relationship with the imperial court and the royal family. For example, today the Xu Junjie Conference kicked off, but the head of the Lingjian Sect has not arrived. He only sent a few elders to come, which made him feel a little unhappy.

"Go back to Your Majesty, the first man was delayed because of some things. He was already on the way at this time. It is estimated that he would arrive at the imperial city in less than half a day..."

Perhaps because he noticed the unhappy look on Chu Tianyang's face, the elder of the Lingjian Sect was also facing a great enemy. He immediately bowed his hand and said respectfully, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't help but slipped on his forehead. Obviously, facing Chu Tianyang's strong aura, he felt a little pressure.

Ren Jianlong is the first of the Lingjian Sect in the ninth-grade sect. At the same time, the Great Chu Dynasty is also one of the few ten-level warriors in the High Star Realm. His strength is second only to the Emperor Chu Tianyang and his reputation in the Great Chu Dynasty. However, because of his low-key behavior, few people have always been able to contact him except Chu Tianyang and some senior leaders of the Lingjian Sect.

"Go down."

Hearing this, Chu Tianyang then threw his sleeves lightly, signaling the elder of the Lingjian Sect to retreat.

After all, Ren Jianlong is also a strong man on the Great Chu Dynasty, and he is also the leader of the ninth-grade sect. If he is a little late, he doesn't have to say much, so as not to cause conflicts between the two sides. The Great Chu royal family will eventually rely on the support of these sect forces to maintain their country forever.

"Your Majesty, Ren Jianlong has always been slow, so it's not surprising that he will be late..."

After the elder of the Lingjian Sect retreated, a young man in white robe also smiled faintly, then his figure flashed and came to Chu Tianyang's side. Bai Fan's face was very handsome, and there was even a trace of feminine charm between his eyebrows and eyes, which was strangely feminine.

"Lin Feng, who do you think can win the first place in this World Heroes Conference?" He glanced at the young man in white robe beside him. Chu Tianyang was as powerful as a rock, then withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

Although the young man in white robe looked only in his twenties and looked as handsome as a beauty, his actual bone age was over fifty years old. However, because of his ability to keep his face, he swallowed some pills, so his appearance did not change much, just like a young man.

As for the alchemist with such ability in the Great Chu Dynasty, the only one of the Medicine King Lin Feng is now.

"If I say it was His Highness the Crown Prince, would Your Majesty feel that he was too flattering..."

"But with His Highness the Crown Prince's strength, if nothing unexpected happens, it is really no problem to win the first place."

As if he had noticed Chu Tianyang's thoughts, Lin Feng suddenly had a folding fan in his hand and chuckled.

"You know what I think."

After the words came to an end, Chu Tianyang was stunned and then laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty, more than 500 participating warriors have arrived. This is the list of competitions..."

At this time, a figure flashed above the city tower, and then a man with a dark face and a firm face fell steadily. The next moment, he stepped in front of Chu Tianyang, holding a copy of the file in his hand. There was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his vicissitudes of life.

The man in the mysterious robe is named Su Tianxing. He is the leader of the Qingyuan Sect of the ninth-grade sect. His strength is also unfathomable, not weaker than Ren Jianlong. He is also a warrior at the tenth level of the high-star realm. However, compared with the former, Su Tianxing is straightforward and restrained, serious, and is more rigid in the eyes of outsiders.

"Transfer my instructions, the World Masters Conference will begin immediately!"

After looking at Su Tianxing in front of him, Chu Tianyang also raised his hand to take the file, then waved his sleeves and said.

.....

Under the attention of everyone, the highly anticipated World Junjie Conference finally announced its start. According to the rules of the World Junjie Conference, the first day of the competition is just a preliminary round. Everyone fights against a winner and advances to the second day's rematch. As for the opponent, they are randomly drawn.

Although it was only the first day's preliminary competition, the atmosphere and popularity of the World Kings Conference were not low at all. A large number of onlookers and even civilians gathered around the entire central square. There were also some imperial guards next to them who opened a protective area to avoid these people being affected by the aftermath of the duel.

"Each contestant comes up and draws his own number, and the number he draws is your next opponent."

At this time, in the central square, a middle-aged man in a martial robe stood quietly, next to him was a wooden box with only one hole sealed on three sides, as if he was the referee of the World Kings Conference.

Since the World Junjie Conference adopts a random draw system and the opponents are also random, there are also some luck components in it. If you are lucky and draw a weak opponent, you can easily advance to the second day's rematch.

If you are unlucky, you may draw a talented disciple from the third ninth sect, or even the prince Chu Jiuxing, from the first day of the first round, and even more unlucky may even have to take advantage of your life. After all, the World Junjie Conference has never been a rule that cannot be used to kill, and everything depends on the outcome.

.....

After a while, more than 500 participating warriors drew their respective numbers.

“No. 16..."

He was holding a gray ball in his hand, and two big words were engraved in the middle of the ball. Fei Ren thought to himself. According to the rules, his opponent was the contestant holding No. 17 ball.
Chapter completed!