When the time comes, the mentor directly retreats behind the scenes, and the challenge officially begins. The upper class means to make the lower class turmoil so that it can be combative and the newly added empire should behave.

According to the rules, any newcomer who wants to challenge can stand on the arena and point out to challenge any champion. Of course, it is best not to come out if you are too weak. It is embarrassing to see the truth. The key is that there is a clear rule in this challenge, that is, whether it is life or death.

Unless one party surrenders voluntarily and expresses the meaning of surrender clearly, your opponent can kill you directly without worrying about getting into any trouble. If it is too weak, it is really not even a chance to shout for help. The saints who have finally passed the exam should not be left here without being full for a day.

This is also to prevent some unsavvy newcomers from coming to waste everyone's time, not to mention that each champion only has three chances to be challenged.

Everyone was looking forward to the beginning of the first game, but there was no movement on the round platform in the center.

No one is a fool. Even if the challenge is successful, you have to face three challenges from others when you sit in that position. If you come out too early, it is definitely not a wise choice to become the target of public criticism too early.

"The focus today is on Solomon, Caroline and Wilder. These three should have a few exciting performances."

There are some people in the stands who have done their homework, have an understanding and analysis of the current situation in the Holy City.

"Did some people dare to challenge these strongest people? Didn't you hear that they were just aiming at those second-class apprentices?"

"It's too shallow. If they had just entered the holy land, it would be fine. At that time, wasn't it rumored that Solomon and Caroline were still a pair? But look at it now, it's a long time since the two of them had made news? Hehe, especially the Federation and the Empire are still competitors now, and they must have to undermine each other. How could they make the other party sit comfortably until the end?"

"Why haven't you seen it yet?"

"If these three people attacked each other, they would definitely be as powerful as a tremendous amount of force and would not give the other party a chance to breathe. Of course, they had to see it right. Ha, even if they wanted to fight now, it would be just a happy game."

"What is a happy party, man?"

The man pouted in the audience: "No, isn't this coming?"

"I challenge the champion king of the No. 7th ring..." A bald bully newcomer who looked quite unrestrained jumped up from the audience, his muscles were quite beautiful, but before he could finish his challenge, a gray shadow had already flown from the air from the audience, and a flying leg that looked ordinary hit the back of the bald head accurately.

Wave!

With a light sound, the halo exploded, and a strange force burst out, kicking the bald head's huge body off the stage. After being kicked away by the thin figure, he fainted on the sidelines and lay there for a long time and couldn't get up.

The No. 7 race is just a challenge to Wang Chong, it is the appetizing and happy game that everyone has been waiting for for a long time, but who is this? It jumped out to disrupt the situation?

There was an uproar in the stands. However, after all, he was a strong body-refining master from the domineering clan, and he was also a formal saint who passed the promotion competition. Although he was an old apprentice, he was kicked out so easily. This was definitely not because he was too weak, but because the person who came was a little strong.

I saw the blue figure slowly standing on the ring.

He is not very tall, but he is carrying a big sword that looks almost taller than others. He looks very ordinary and is a character that you can hardly recognize when thrown into the crowd.

Gui Hao in the audience had a faint smile on his face. He had been waiting for a long time today but didn't want some waste to waste time. Gui Hao knew very well that he did not have the confidence of Caroline and must establish his authority, otherwise he would not live a good life later. The family gave him resources, so he would have to achieve results.

The Korean Qing, the old man from the federal government, and the ghost family qualified for the Saints Championship and successfully advanced. Now is the time to pay off his debts. The other party meant to educate Wang Chong well. As the old man crawled out of the base of the holy land, he was naturally a piece of cake to provoke. He hooked his fingers at Wang Chong very contemptuously.

...No movement, classmate Wang looked at him with a naive look on his face, and had no reaction at all.

Han Renqing's arm was a little embarrassed in the air, and the audience burst into laughter. Han Renqing's face turned slightly cold. Although his more than three years of apprenticeship career was not long, it had already worn away many of his edges and corners. He heard too much of the words "stupid" and "idiot". When the ghost family handed over an olive branch, he would definitely catch it. No matter who blocked his way, he would die!

A soul power rippled on him, and there seemed to be a circle of air flowing invisible to the naked eye around him, forming a sound of wind pressure, rustling the ground.

"Wang Chong!" He shouted coldly: "Come down! I'll challenge you!"

"Oh, you are challenging me." Wang Chong stood up suddenly and added with a smile: "I just said why are you swaying there... I'd said it earlier."

Student Wang had a smile on his lips. Although he wanted to be more low-key, his opponent obviously did not give him this opportunity now. It is better to educate him what he should do, otherwise he would not be able to be idle in the future.

Han Renqing's expression was a little cold, and the big sword behind him was slowly pulled out by him. A powerful soul breath suddenly dissipated from around his body. The wind pressure that had previously formed instantly disappeared, but it turned into spiral air patterns suspended around him.

"The magic pattern is like a radiant pattern?" Ji Mengli's eyes lit up slightly: "It's quite a strange thing."

"It's just a rare thing. Amplification-type magic statues are often powerful tools for assisting the team, and the single-handed challenge is limited." Lan Daier next to her seemed a little disdainful.

Ji Mengli smiled and said, "Do you think so much about your little worker?"

"I've been working for several months, an old worker."

"Is that your old worker?" Ji Mengli held back her smile.

"Old...ah...what are you talking about? You bad girl!" Lan Daier glared at her angrily, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"One, two, three, four...sixteen Qiqian pattern, this Korean Qing statue is good," some people in the stands looked more carefully. Although the dazzling pattern statue is rare, it is not considered a high-end variety in the Holy City. However, as an auxiliary statue, it plays a great role in the team.

"He seemed to be the magic statue of the Wind Elf before. The magic statues are basically fixed. A broken apprentice can also make the magic statue evolve. There is no one else's luck."

There were constant discussions in the stands, and the Korean Qing on the stage was already full of momentum. The dazzling pattern technique seemed to be not suitable for one-on-one fight, but it depends on who the opponent was. Although the Korean Qing had been in the old apprentice pit for more than a year, he was still at the peak of the heroic soul. With the dazzling pattern technique, even if it was just an ordinary attack, it had amazing speed and power.

At this time, Han Renqing was slowly rotating around him, and he felt like he had become a formation faintly. It made people feel that the dozen or so dazzling patterns seemed to turn into a halo of the wind elves to protect him and bless him. His body was as light as a feather, but his eyes and sword were as sharp as the wind blade, emitting an astonishing cold air.

"A dazzling pattern image that can form a formation!"

"This is interesting. The old apprentices have very strong fighting abilities. Wang Chong seems to have advanced by relying on his alchemy talent. This time it will be miserable."

"Didn't this Korean Qingjia join the brigade?"

If those guys in the stands were just sighing when they saw the striking pattern image before, they were really jealous now, especially for some brigades. This type of auxiliary warrior is definitely a preferred role for any brigade, let alone such a striking pattern image that can form a formation.

A smile finally appeared on the corner of Han Renqing's mouth. With the blessing of the wind, he could hear the messy comments in the surrounding area. He had been ignored for too long and needed such a feeling to regain his former self.

The Wang Chong on the opposite side seemed to have been scared by himself, and he didn't dare to move at all, haha, that's right, he was not the point at all. Putting out such a Dharma image is just a process of showing everyone. He longed to identify and pay attention to his voice, he...

"It's ready," suddenly, a smiley voice sounded across from the other side: "Then I'm here."

What?

Han Renqing was slightly stunned, and saw Wang Chong standing opposite him standing without moving at all.

Funny me?

But the next second, a cluster of flames began to burn out of thin air in front of him.

The two sides were originally separated by more than ten meters, but the surging fire element came quickly and suddenly, and it instantly formed in front of you, as if it was condensed in front of you, as if it was a personal figure. But before the entire magic image was condensed, a flame palm had already stretched out quickly and pulled it hard towards his neck.

Han Renqing's reaction was really not slow. He had rich experience in fighting at the bottom. He did not seem panic in the face of the sudden attack. Instead, he leaned back slightly and avoided the grasping range of the flame palm. Then he waved the big sword in his hand. The powerful air vortex was like a tornado blew out of thin air. The hard ground was instantly drilled into a large pit by the power of the tornado drill bit. The flame magic seemed to have no resistance, just like a phantom, which was blown away directly, turning into countless fire lights and floating in the air.

"So weak!"

"I was scared, what the hell?" There was a burst of laughter in the stands.

The use of magic is a huge consumption and burden for any heroic soul. It is often used as a killer weapon to use it in conjunction with the use of magic. The use of magic is so useless, and it is rare in holy places. No wonder everyone says that Wang Chong is a waste.

Han Renqing showed a hint of anger on his face. He was just startled by the magic statue that suddenly erupted. He could control the magic statue to such a far position and flash instantly... But as long as he had a little brain, he could think that the phantom magic statue that flashed like this instant could not form any powerful attack. What could he be afraid of? This could be deterred by his own offensive, and he was also embarrassed.

"mix……"

Han Renqing was so angry that he was embarrassed, but before the word "egg" was released, Sha Luoman in the air condensed again. As Wang Chong's strength increased, his control over his soul body became stronger. Feeling Wang Chong's fighting spirit, he pressed it out with both hands the next second.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom~~~~~~

Countless flame sword lights accompanied by unparalleled sounds, and there was no structure at all. They were purely violent crushing and slashing down from the air, but in an instant, they completely enveloped the position where Han Renqing stood. The flame soul power at the peak of the Hero Soul Stage instantly burst out hundreds of times without any stop.

The whole process took only a few dozen seconds. After the flames dissipated, Han Renqing was already curled up like a dead dog and was still motionless, his whole body was charred, and he had few breaths of energy.

The audience's ridicule came to an abrupt end... What kind of magic image is this, what power is this?

This is not a magic statue, it is simply an enhanced version of the Hero Soul Stage Flame Warrior!

Salad Manda was floating calmly in the air. It was obvious that the attack just now would not cause any loss. As Wang Chong's soul power could continue to support his attacks. Wang Chong's soul sea was not comparable to those frogs in the well.

This time, Wang Chong did not make fun of it, but just watched quietly and felt this silence. Compared to the noisy, he liked this feeling more.

At this moment, even a pig knew that Wang Chong's magic image was extraordinary, and it was a strange magic image. This magic image with long-lasting combat capabilities and almost immortal body is the dream of every heroic warrior. As long as his soul power is enough, he can be invincible.

Several lonely voices sounded happily on the side of the stands: "HOHO, the deputy team is mighty!"

"Continue! Another one!"

"Haha, I'm just about to pay off my debt!"

The huge stands were quiet, and only a few sounds naturally seemed particularly harsh. It was obviously the guys of the Wandering Brigade, but most people were mentally unconscious at this time.

In the gradually dissipating smoke, the half-dead Han Renqing lay on the ground motionless, and the stunning flame statue also disappeared without a trace.

There was a strange atmosphere at the scene, and it seemed that he was unwilling to accept reality too much. Many people whispered, and Caroline's phoenix eyes were flashing with brilliance. It was interesting. There was only one possibility for this kind of magic image, and at this level. How did he get it?

Gui Hao's face was quite gloomy. He didn't expect to open the door again. But well, Han Renqing's role had already been played out. He also guessed that Wang Chong would have a few tricks. Unexpectedly, it was a strange magic statue. However, the attack just now was probably the ultimate of this magic statue. Now it was time for him to end this farce. Killing Wang Chong will also end with the past. From then on, he will be a brand new Gui Hao!

"Wang Chong, let's get it done."

A gray shadow flashed, and Gui Hao shot like a sharp arrow from the audience and appeared in front of Wang Chong in an instant. Wang Chong looked at Gui Hao faintly, with a smile on his lips. Just as Gui Hao said, it was time to make a final end. Whether in the past or now, this person was like a hanged ghost. This time it was a rare opportunity. You can't let the Gui family be so playful. To launch an attack, blind retreat and defense can only make the enemy more unscrupulous, and to attract hatred by yourself, so that Ma Dong on the earth will be less stressed.

The same thoughts also arose in Gui Hao's heart. Wherever he fell, he got up from, as long as Wang Chong was alive, he would be a loser and must die!

Gui Hao's thoughts fluctuated violently, his eyes stared at Wang Chong fiercely. A sense of excitement aroused by himself and the irresistible fierce aura emanated from him madly.

Pang!

It seemed like something exploded on the field, and the surging airflow rolled back, filling the whole audience in an instant, with sand and stones flying!

Soul power! Feeling almost endless soul power overflowing from Gui Hao's body. The clouds in the sky were instantly driven by his soul power to whirlpool of air flow. The dark clouds around him gathered, and the sky suddenly became much darker, as if the whole world was gathering towards him!

This... is this a strange phenomenon that only appears when a master in the Heavenly Soul Realm activates the power of heaven and earth? How could it appear on a heroic soul? Is this... fake?

There was a burst of exclamation in the stands. Not only was the visual effect brought by the vision, but the violent soul power flow spreading from Gui Hao's body, so powerful that almost made the audience in the stands feel the pressure.

"Can he actually activate the power of heaven and earth?" Eno's little eyes finally flashed with interest, staring at Gui Hao in the audience with great enthusiasm.

"I'm thinking too much." Solomon next to him smiled slightly: "Whether heroic souls or humans within a wider range, the limit of soul power is about ten thousand Grasso. Occasionally, there will be a few exceptions. The upper limit is very high, just to scare people, but the actual gap is not that exaggerated."

The sky and the sea of ​​souls!

The super talent that is rare in the soul-casting period can be used in the heroic soul. It runs through the essence of the soul sea, and is born with it. With the strange phenomena in the air, Gui Hao's soul power reaction is also increasing rapidly.

Nine thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand two thousand!

Gui Hao in the center of the Taiwan Strait stood proudly, spreading his hands as if he was welcoming the arrival of this super power. Without any blessing from any technique, the release of soul power had reached 12,000 Grasso. This was obtained by his sacrifice of twenty years of life, and basically cut off the possibility of breaking through the bottleneck of the Heavenly Soul. But all this doesn't matter. As long as there is power, who cares in the future!

The violent soul wind condensed in the center of the field, blowing wildly around, causing Wang Chong's clothes to rush.

The audience was excited. Although they heard it a little, they did not expect that there were such heroic warriors. Such a limit means more possibilities, and even some more powerful techniques were used. In addition to the few on the surface, there were hidden masters in this class. Among the early saints, this soul power gap is crushed.

"Damn, all the newcomers are so cruel now?" Even the people in the Wandering Brigade were a little uneasy. It was one thing to have confidence in Wang Chong, and it was another thing to complain. Moreover, the ghost Hao's soul power was filled with overflowing soul power, which made people feel that they were a big boss in the secret realm, and it was hard not to be dumbfounded.

"I've been in the Holy City for three years..." Even numbers were a little dejected. He was still stuck at the bottleneck of the middle level and peak of heroic souls. Looking at the peak of others in the past six months, sometimes people are really anxious.

"You are so calm!" Sharmi widened her eyes: "Don't you think Gui Hao has overwhelmed Lao Wang in his momentum? You are not worried?"

"I'm worried," said little eyes slapped Sharmi's buttocks with a smile: "The deputy group is not human at all..."

"Teacher, senior sister!" Mario widened his eyes: "Can you not tease my rice?!"
Chapter completed!