1310: C1310 The Ancient Race Competition Began

C1310 The Ancient Race Competition Began

"Hmph, I'm afraid that kid won't come. " Grandmaster Ziyun's expression was somewhat cold.

Since Han Feng had yet to appear, Grandmaster Ziyun naturally thought that Han Feng had retreated. Although he understood the concerns and fear of the Martial Cultivator, he was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Meng Yaqing slowly shook her head. "I don't believe that Han Feng will back off. He must have been held back by something!"

Grandmaster Ziyun hated steel. I don't believe that Han Feng will back off, he said. He must have been held back by something. "You, why do you need to do that? With your talent, finding someone better than that kid is a piece of cake for you. Men are always like that. You should pay more attention to yourself. "

" Furthermore, even if you are really caught by something, it will be too late if you are late. Don't tell me you think that there are so many ancient race members here? To delay the start of the ancient race competition for a mere Martial Cultivator from the outside world?"

Meng Yaqing's face was gloomy. She also understood that what Grandmaster Ziyun said was correct. The Yan Clan would not delay the competition just because of a Martial Cultivator from the outside world.

The red-robed old man once again called for the participants under 100 years old. Meng Yaqing could only go to the venue.

At the venue, Meng Yaqing met Yan Jie and the others.

Yan Jie frowned. "Ya Qing. That kid didn't come?" Meng Yaqing nodded her head sadly and Yan Jie could not help but be angry, "That bastard did not even dare to fulfill the promise. He is really a coward!"

Yan Peng and Yan Ming looked at each other in dismay. Yan Ming had once been defeated by Han Feng and had a good impression of Han Feng, "Maybe something happened?"

Yan Jie snorted, "It's fine if you didn't come. In the outside world, he is a genius, but in our Yan Clan, he is just an ordinary genius. When he comes here, he will only be beaten black and blue. Who knows, perhaps the path of Martial Cultivator will be cut off in the future. It would be wise if he doesn't come. "

Meng Yaqing's expression was somewhat cold, "Han Feng is the best!"

"Fine, fine, fine. In your eyes, he is the best. The other men are all second-class. " Yan Jie rolled her eyes.

Yan Peng and Yan Ming's eyes were filled with passion and sadness. The two of them were different from the other Yan Clan clansmen. They clearly knew Meng Yaqing's constitution. That was something that had never appeared in the history of the Yan Clan. Once it was exposed, it would definitely set off a huge storm.

With such a physique, coupled with the rapid increase of their strength over the past twenty years, it was inevitable that the two of them would have some interest in Meng Yaqing. However, they also understood that with their qualifications, they were definitely not worthy of Meng Yaqing, so they could only keep their feelings in their hearts.

It was just that the two of them also felt that Yan Jie was right. Although that Han Feng was not bad, he was far from being comparable to Meng Yaqing. It was too incompatible.

A Martial Cultivator from the outside world, how much could it be improved to in just 20 years? It was already considered impressive to be able to advance to the intermediate Ordinary Saint Realm, but amongst the geniuses under 100 years of age in the Yan Clan, the intermediate Ordinary Saint Realm was nothing. Even if they participated in the ancient race competition, they would only be humiliated.

Both of them knew that even though their physiques had improved tremendously, and their Cultivation base had advanced to the late Ordinary Saint Realm like Yan Jie, they were still not ranked in the top of the participants below the age of 100.

They were only in their forties, and there were quite a number of geniuses below the age of a hundred who were eighty to ninety years old. Many of these geniuses had physiques that weren't weaker than theirs.

Their physiques were not weak, and they had cultivated for several decades. They had definitely surpassed them by quite a bit.

As for Meng Yaqing, the three of them were full of confidence. The five fire constitutions were not weaker than those with top saint grade aptitudes, and the six fire constitutions had already surpassed them. What about the ten fire constitutions?

The three of them didn't dare to imagine how heaven defying such a constitution was. Not to mention a competition within a hundred years of age, even if it was a competition of the Great Saint Realm level, they also felt that Meng Yaqing had the qualifications to challenge it.

"Miss Meng?" A puzzled voice sounded. Meng Yaqing turned her head to look, "Zhan Fuyu?"

The person who came was Zhan Fuyu from the War God Family. Zhan Fuyu said with a sigh, "I have long heard about you from Han Feng. I thought that I would definitely meet you in this competition. "

"By the way, where's Han Feng?"

"He didn't come!" Yan Jie curled her lips.

Zhan Fuyu's face froze. "Although Han Feng is a Martial Cultivator from the outside world, he isn't any weaker than a ancient family genius. He might even surpass most of the geniuses. It's impossible for him to be absent for no reason. "

Meng Yaqing smiled bitterly. She was also worried that something had happened to Han Feng.

Zhan Fuyu comforted her. "Han Feng, that fellow, is blessed by the heavens. There shouldn't be any major problems. If he really doesn't come, we'll go and find him after the competition. "

Yan Jie was a little surprised. When did Han Feng become friends with the geniuses of the War God Family? Especially when she heard Zhan Fuyu's evaluation of Han Feng, Yan Jie felt a little unhappy for no reason. "Sir, don't you think that Han Feng is too high up?"

Zhan Fuyu glanced at Yan Jie but did not say anything. Han Feng's excellence could only be known after getting in touch with him. Zhan Fuyu also knew that the geniuses of the ancient family wished to put their eyes on the Martial Cultivator of the outside world. It was likely difficult for them to accept being stepped on by an Martial Cultivator of the outside world.2

"You. . . " Yan Jie was about to go crazy with anger when she saw Zhan Fuyu ignoring her. Although she was not the best among the Yan Clan geniuses, there were still many men who pursued her. She was not like this man who treated her like air.

Meng Yaqing, however, knew that this was Zhan Fuyu's character. If it wasn't because Zhan Fuyu had already treated her as a friend, he wouldn't have come to talk to her.

High in the sky, the red-robed old man spoke once again, interrupting Yan Jie's words. Yan Jie stood by the side angrily.

"Next, I will send out your numbers. The first and last numbers will fight. The second and last numbers will fight. The winner will advance. Half of the participants will be eliminated each time, until the final winner is decided "

His sleeves suddenly expanded like the entrance to a cave. Streaks of flowing light shot out from his sleeves, turning into Tokens that filled the sky and shot into the hands of the participants.

There was a high platform in the valley, where the patriarchs of the ancient families were seated.

The Yan Clan patriarch was holding a feather fan in his hand. He was sitting there like a scholar. There were no rumors about him. He was a rugged man.

The clan chief of the War God Clan, on the other hand, had a robust figure. His clothes were bulging, showing off his muscles that contained power.

The chief of the Profound Thunder Ancient Family wore a blue robe and had a mustache. He looked at the arena with a smile like a beautiful uncle.

The Yan Clans, the War God Family, and the Profound Thunder Gu Family basically represented the most Top power among the ancient familys and Tops. The rest of the ancient familys were slightly weaker than the three families, so their positions were one level lower than the three of them.

The Profound Thunder Ancient Family's patriarch laughed and said, "The competition between 100 years old has begun. I bet that my clan's Xuan Zhulang will at least get into the top three. "

A glint flashed in the eyes of the patriarch of the War God Family. "Only the top three? Patriarch Xuan, you're too unambitious. My son will definitely win the championship this time. "

"Oh? The youngest son of the Battle Tribe's clan leader, Zhan Fuzhi? I heard that this kid has already advanced to the Great Saint Realm. Congratulations to the chief of the Battle Tribe for gaining another Huzi. " The chief of the Gu Family praised from the bottom floor.

The chief of the Battle Tribe laughed. "You flatter me. You flatter me. "

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