Chapter 126

Shen Lang came to an audience and sat down. At this time, some martial arts spectators came in one after another.

However, those seats in the VIP seat are still empty. Shen Lang estimates that those big guys should not come out before the martial arts competition begins. After all, ordinary big people like to come out last.

Just as Shen Lang looked at it, a roar of applause suddenly sounded in Wudao square.

Then I heard that some of the martial artists sitting on the watch table exclaimed, "look, someone has entered the strong list. That's the 16th blood shadow knife Dai Chong!"

"Look, look, someone is coming in again."

As soon as the warrior's voice fell, another female warrior shouted.

"Oh! My God, it's Wang Yu, the son of iron fan. He's so handsome."

Those who had already arrived at the viewing table heard the voice and looked at the entrance of Wudao square.

Shen Lang also looked over and saw a young man with a long knife hanging on his waist at the entrance of Wudao square.

The young man was dressed in a blood red robe, with a cold look, a rebellious temperament and an amazing murderous spirit.

With Dai Chong's admission, a teenager came in behind him.

The young man formed a sharp contrast with Dai Chong. The young man held a folding fan in his hand and smiled, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Yo, this is brother Dai!"

Iron Fan childe Wang Yu, PA! He closed the folding fan and said with a smile.

Seeing the smiling Wang Yu, Dai chongleng snorted and walked towards a seat.

Looking at Dai Chong's back, Wang Yu's eyes flashed a cold light.

Dai Chong, the blood shadow sabre, is a genius of the blood shadow sect of six evil demons, and Wang Yu, the son of iron fan, is a genius of the four kings and five families.

They are 16th and 15th in the list.

After the two, some people entered the site one after another, but they were not as influential as Dai Chong and Wang Yu.

Because those people don't rank very high in the talent list, they don't have much influence than Dai Chong.

Just as the crowd calmed down, suddenly the quiet crowd broke out again.

The person who came in this time was about two meters tall and stood at the entrance of Wudao square. It was like an ancient beast. The noisy atmosphere originally caused by this person's admission was suddenly quiet after the figure exuded momentum.

"Wu Chi, Zhao Jiuzhou."

A martial artist watching the battle beside Shen Lang took a breath and exclaimed.

"It's too strong. It's too strong. Momentum alone can overwhelm people. Indeed, it deserves to be the first person in the list. Is Zhao Jiuzhou really the reincarnation of the ancient god of war?" the martial artist said without hesitation.

Listening to the martial artist's words, Shen Lang grinned. What is this and what, and the reincarnation of the God of war.

Shen Lang ignored the martial artist, but observed Zhao Jiuzhou.

Judging from his figure, he should be a complete defeat. Zhao Jiuzhou is like an iron tower. Of course, he can't compare.

In terms of momentum, the two of them should be similar. They haven't compared. Shen Lang is just a feeling.

In such a comparison, Zhao Jiuzhou seems to have the upper hand, but Shen Lang hasn't come up with his killer mace. The killer mace is his appearance. He will definitely win Zhao Jiuzhou.

Zhao Jiuzhou looks like a Black Whirlwind Li Kui. He certainly can't compare with the handsome guy who looks like Pan an. Of course, Zhao Jiuzhou is much better than Li Kui. This is just Shen Lang belittling Zhao Jiuzhou.

With Zhao Jiuzhou's admission, the crowd couldn't help but make way for him.

Shen Lang glanced around. He found that most of the contestants on the viewing table had lost their high spirits when they just entered the arena, and all unnaturally took back their eyes.

Of course, people like Dai Chong and Wang Yu are not so unbearable. On the contrary, there is a sense of war in their eyes.

With Zhao Jiuzhou's admission, nothing too exciting is happening.

Even if the second little real person changletian entered, it just caused a little commotion. It was not as popular as Zhao Jiuzhou when he entered.

Because these people all belong to different forces, after they entered, they found their own seats and sat down.

With the passage of time, the surrounding observation seats were filled with people one after another. It may be that the time is almost over, and people from all forces came out of the background one after another.

When the sponsor came out first, the patron Wang Ji Wudao, wearing a python robe and a dignified face, walked smoothly to a VIP seat on a high platform and sat down.

Then came the representatives sent by various forces to attend the Wulin conference.

The momentum of each of those people is not weak, but it may be that these people have restrained their momentum, and the ordinary martial artists on the watch table don't feel any pressure.

As the people on the VIP seat sat down, Qi Cang Haifei, the seven heavenly king, fell on a martial arts competition platform.

After clearing his throat, Qi Canghai said in a high voice: "everyone, welcome to the Wulin conference. I believe everyone already knows the purpose of this Wulin conference. The manager won't talk nonsense. Now the competition officially begins."

As Qi Canghai's voice fell, Wudao square boiled again, and the sound waves rushed into the sky.

This time they are not cheering for someone, but for the coming wonderful game.

Qi Canghai nodded with satisfaction and flew back to Ji Wudao.

As soon as Qi Canghai left, an old man appeared on the martial arts competition platform. The old man was kind-hearted and smiled, "everyone be quiet."

Although the old man's voice was not high, it seemed to have magic and even overshadowed all the cheers.

When they heard the old man's words, they looked at the old man in shock.

Seeing the silence, the old man smiled, "I, Wu Xu, the elder of Tianji Pavilion, will preside over the big contest of the Wulin conference."

"Well, now that the introduction is over, I won't talk nonsense. Let's start the competition.

By the way, I forgot to tell you that the numbers you drew have their own numbers on the back. When I choose the numbers, you will compete on the stage according to your own numbers. "

After Wu Xu finished speaking, he took out a round sphere similar to a crystal ball from his arms. With the input of Wu Xu's true Qi, the crystal ball began to flash a group of numbers.

"Station one, group seven, group three, group six."

"Station two, group two, group five against group four, group one."

"Platform three..."

As Wu Xu's voice fell, the fighters who were called to the number stepped onto their own martial arts competition platform and fought with their opponents.

Coincidentally, the first game of Qitai happened to be Gao Jianli.

Gao Jianli's opponent is a teenager whose strength is probably in the middle of congenital.

After observing the strength of the young man, Shen Lang stopped looking at Gao Jianli. He was a rookie. It was estimated that Gao Jianli had no pressure.

"Fire fist!"

On the stage, the young man who fought with Gao Jianli rose up and took the lead in attacking Gao Jianli.

Bang!

The fiery sparks splashed everywhere. The young man's flaming fist was smashed by Gao Jianli's sword. Then Gao Jianli stepped lightly under his feet and appeared in front of the young man in an instant. With a slight touch of the sword handle, the young man couldn't help flying out of the competition platform.