1320: C1320 The True Disciple Competition Began

C1320 The True Disciple Competition Began

Of course, the old man's true form could wait another 100,000 years, but the old man's true form couldn't wait any longer, or rather, didn't want to wait any longer.

True Gods could be considered eternal life to some extent. At the very least, they could live for a very long time. The white-robed old man's impatience wasn't his lifespan.

Forgotten Continent did not have divine energy, but True Gods absorbed divine energy. It was like a person needed to breathe in fresh air. If there was no fresh air, then it was like a person needed to breathe in fresh air. The human body was bound to be extremely uncomfortable. A True Divinity powerhouse would be in such a situation when staying in the Forgotten Continent.

Moreover, without the replenishment of divine energy, a True God powerhouse did not dare to casually move. A casual consumption of divine energy might take several thousand years or even tens of thousands of years to recover.

That was why in a hundred thousand years, True Divinity powerhouses couldn't even move a few times. How could the group of experts endure this? Moreover, to True Divinities, the Forgotten Continents were too small. A single thought from a True Divinity was enough to cross the five great continents.

It was like an emperor was used to spacious palaces, but he was suddenly tied up and locked up in a small place. Moreover, this place lasted for tens of thousands of years. How could he possibly accept this?

To a True God, the Forgotten Continent was like a prison. The white-robed old man had already endured it for more than 100,000 years, and he was no longer able to endure it.

Every time he entered the Skyrend God-level, at the very least, a True God would be left behind by the ancient race. 100,000 years ago, the white-robed old man's true body would be left behind.

This time around, no matter what, the true body of the white-robed old man would not be left behind.

"Once the true body leaves, perhaps I won't be far from dissipating anymore. " The white-robed old man said this in his heart, but he didn't feel any fear, he was alive. After so many years, the white-robed old man had already lived to the end of his life.

Demigods were only called this because they were clones of True Gods. Although they were stronger than saint realm, their lifespans weren't necessarily much higher than saint realm. It was only because True Gods constantly replenished their energy that they were able to maintain their lifespans.

Once they lost contact with True Gods, their lifespans would be the same as the Saint Realm Big Success.

This loss of connection didn't necessarily mean that a True God had fallen. If the two of them were separated by a plane, it could be said that they had lost contact with each other. Therefore, although no True God had been able to return until now, it still made the people of the ancient race feel a faint anticipation in their hearts. Perhaps, the True Gods of their race had already gone to the Gods Continent.

Of course, if there was a God Stone, the Demigods would still be able to maintain it for a long time. Unfortunately, the Forgotten Continent did not have a God Stone.

The white-robed old man waved his sleeve, and a screen of light appeared in front of him. The screen displayed the situation of the ancient race competition.

His interest in Han Feng and Meng Yaqing made the white-robed old man want to see how far they could go in the upcoming competition.

The old man's Yuan Spirit was extremely powerful. He had already seen that Meng Yaqing's true Cultivation base wasn't present in the Ninth Heavenly Layer of the Great Saint Realm. This was also the reason why the old man only sent a voice transmission to the chief of the Battle Tribe, but didn't personally take action.

Geniuses needed to grow. The Peak of Saint Realm Ancient Race Competition was also a good training ground for both of them. Only by fighting with experts would they be able to understand their own inadequacies and improve their Cultivation base.

The white-robed old man knew that if he appeared to protect the two of them, their opponents in the upcoming Peak of Saint Realm level competition would surely be restrained. This wouldn't be able to help them in their training.

"After the competition, ask these two to come and see me. " After sending the letter to the Battle Tribe's chief, the white-robed elder focused all of his attention on the competition on the light screen. He did not pay any attention to the Battle Tribe's chief's gloomy mood because of this sentence.

"Qi'er, you have to fight for your pride. If you lose, judging from the attitude of the ancestor, I'm afraid that this woman has no fate with you. " The Battle Tribe's chief thought to himself.

. . .

The true disciples of the Peak of Saint Realm were gathered in the competition grounds. When they saw that the true disciples competition that everyone was looking forward to was about to begin, they suppressed the shock brought by Han Feng and focused on the last match.

At this moment, the chief of the Battle Tribe spoke, "Kid from the outside world, are you willing to participate in the Peak of Saint Realm level competition?"

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

The Xuan Tribe's chief interrupted. "Battle Clan's Patriarch, it seems like there weren't any Martial Cultivator from the outside world that participated in the Elite Disciple Competition in the past. "

Patriarch of the Battle Tribe smiled. "In the past, the Martial Cultivators from the outside world never had Peak of Saint Realm that was less than a thousand years old. The current situation is naturally different. "

Han Feng had come here. Wasn't the purpose of Han Feng coming here for the sake of stepping on the true disciples of the ancient families?

Among the true disciples, the disciples who disliked Han Feng were sharpening their fists, preparing to teach him a lesson.

Especially Yan Haoqi and Zhan Fushen, they were laughing coldly.

Meng Yaqing also lifted her foot and walked towards the competition grounds.1

"The 'Princess' also went? That is the true disciple of the Peak of Saint Realm, could it be. . . "

"It can't be, this is too. . . "

"What's there to be afraid of? A Martial Cultivator from the outside world has already reached the sixth level of the Peak of Saint Realm. Could it be that our 'princess' is weaker than him?"

With every step she took, Meng Yaqing's aura became stronger and stronger. When she walked into the arena with Han Feng, Meng Yaqing's Cultivation base had already reached the limit of the first level of the Peak of Saint Realm!

Everyone was in an uproar.

Han Feng turned his head and said with a smile: "It really surprised me. "

"It's only the First Sky of the Peak of Saint Realm. This time, I won't hide anything anymore. Compared to your Sixth Sky, it's still far from enough. " Meng Yaqing said with a smile.

One of them tilted his head and lowered his head slightly, while the other raised his head slightly to reveal a jade-like neck that was as agglomerated as fat. Both of them spoke with smiles on their faces. That scene caused Yan Hao Qi's fist to tighten. He wished that he could go forward and separate the two of them.

It was truly too much of an eyesore.

"Release the Token now. " The red-robed old man waved his sleeve, and numerous golden rays of light shot out.

The golden rays of light landed on Han Feng's hand, and formed a golden plate with his own number written on it.

"Now, the true disciple competition begins. " The old man in red robe shouted, announcing the start of the true disciple competition.

"Sixth Sky of Peak of Saint Realm, I wonder how far Han Feng can go. " Yan Ming praised.

Yan Jie gritted her teeth. She had never thought that Han Feng's Cultivation base would reach such a high level. She let out a cold snort upon hearing this. "It's only the sixth level of the Peak of Saint Realm. The Cultivation base has grown so fast. It must be the weakest Cultivation base of the same level. My Yan Clan! A single Third or Fourth level of the Peak of Saint Realm is enough to defeat it. "

Grandmaster Ziyun's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. "This kid. . . I really underestimated him that day. Brother Yan Gan's eyesight is really sharp. I am far inferior to him. "

. . .

In the first round of the elimination round, Meng Yaqing was the first one to enter the stage before Han Feng. Meng Yaqing's opponent was a disciple of the same level, the First Heavenly Layer of the Peak of Saint Realm. This disciple's bloodline was considered relatively strong in the same generation, but compared to Meng Yaqing's Five Fires Fusion, he was still far from being able to defeat her. He only managed to resist for a short while before he was defeated by Meng Yaqing.

Han Feng had a strange expression on his face, "The Five Fires Fusion is so powerful. If the Ten Fires Fusion is done, wouldn't it be earth-shattering?"

Not long after Meng Yaqing left, it was Xuan Qingtian's turn to go on stage. Xuan Qingtian's opponent was only a Peak of Saint Realm Early Period, and he had severely injured his opponent with just a single strike.

"Hehe. " Xuan Qingtian turned his head and smiled strangely at Han Feng, then he walked down the stage.

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