992: C992 The Start of the Exchange Conference

C992 The Start of the Exchange Conference

The second sect to enter the arena was Li Zhiqiu's Vast Expanse Sword Sect, which was collaborating with Chen Junlin. The one who appeared in front of them was not Li Zhiqiu, but an old man with a head full of white hair.

After going up the stage, the old man sat on a stool in the middle, while Li Zhiqiu stood behind him.

Chen Junlin quietly put on the mask. The two men behind the mask also put on the masks Chen Junlin handed over. The last one to come out was Wu Dang Sword Sect.

One of them was wearing a Daoist robe and a plain crown. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand. It was obvious that he looked like an immortal.

A group of disciples followed behind him. The elders were all waiting on Mount Wudang, but they didn't come over. They came to their seats and sat down.

The sect heads of each sect greeted each other and then began to observe everyone who was present.

At this time, Chen Junlin was also glad that he had put on the mask. Otherwise, he would have been recognized by a group of people and it would be very troublesome.

Thinking of this, Chen Junlin heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he began to observe the surrounding people carefully. The strength of these people on the surface had basically been grasped by Chen Junlin.

Thinking of this, Chen Junlin heaved a sigh of relief. After all, knowing oneself and knowing your enemy was a battle that could not be defeated.

The judge in charge of this competition was a hermit. His cultivation was at the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage.

"I will announce the rules before the competition begins!"

"The competition ends here. Do not intentionally injure others!"

"You can use your own Medicine Pill weapons, inner armor, and so on in the second match!"

After announcing the rules of the competition, the hermit looked at everyone present and said, "Now, everyone, prepare to draw lots!"

After saying that, a staff member walked onto the stage with a box of tickets and placed it on the stage. Then, he saw the hermit. "Now, please send people to draw lots in an orderly manner from each family and sect!"

Soon, the few lots were drawn. Chen Junlin was sent by the Zhao family to draw number one.

The hermit stood out. "I almost forgot the prize for this competition."

He coughed. "It's a mysterious black egg, a long spear, and a golden armor!"

"Of course, the second and third place will choose a sect to enter, or you can choose not to enter. This is your freedom!"

"The remaining people will be given a healing pill refined by that mysterious alchemy master from the secular world!"

Hearing this, everyone immediately screamed. Putting aside how tempting those treasures were, the value of each healing pill had already been raised to more than 1 billion!

Because his recovery ability was too heaven-defying, and there were no side effects!

It wasn't that no one had tried to cause trouble for Jun Lin company, but reality told them that they might see their deaths on the street the next day.

Of course, this was also a legend that no one had ever seen before. But it must have happened before, that was why people dared to spread such rumors!

After hearing the hermit's words, everyone's mood instantly ignited. After all, the rewards of the participants were so good, let alone those ranked treasures!

At this time, Chen Junlin wasn't blinded by the treasures. Instead, he carefully used his mind power to observe the black egg!

Needless to say, Chen Junlin instantly released a trace of origin aura from the black egg. This aura could only be sensed by Chen Junlin!

Through this trace of source energy, Chen Junlin found that the black egg was not as simple as it seemed. He had many pets, so he had a certain understanding of pets.

Just like Chen Yuniang, who had a strange bloodline but didn't have any abnormalities, Chen Junlin planned to find a place to drip blood after getting first place and see if he could directly recognize her as his master.

If he couldn't, he could only come one step at a time. Thinking of this, Chen Junlin stood on the side and didn't move. He would wait until they were done fighting before he left.

There were three competition stages at the beginning of the competition. In order to shorten the time of the competition, he would let the three of them fight on the stage.1

This was a direct three in the Nine Jin. It seemed like the hermit referee had some brains. Since the three of them were going to fight, Chen Junlin's plan might fail.

After thinking for a while, Chen Junlin decided to go up the stage first. He went directly to Zhao Jinlun. "Father-in-law, can you make a small request?"

"Oh, I agree to whatever you say I can agree to!"

"I want to go first!"

Zhao Jinlun laughed. "Don't worry, no one will fight with you over this!"

The following matches were all like Chen Junlin himself. If he wanted to go up the stage, he would go straight up.

But to ensure that everyone could finish the match, he could only go up once. The rest would be waiting for the second round!

At the same time, they were doing this to prevent others from intentionally suppressing their cultivation. Therefore, the hermit had his reasons for doing so.

"Number one in the first round, please send three people to the stage from the families or sects who have drawn the votes."

In other words, one stage would have three people against three people, and the other two stages would be the same.

Chen Junlin's side directly stepped onto the stage. Although he did not know why Chen Junlin wore a mask, he did not have the right to interfere with other people's freedom, so he directly let him do as he pleased.

But to be honest, Chen Junlin's disguise was pretty good. The three people opposite him, Chen Junlin, knew how to attack!

Two close-range attacks and one long-ranged attack, but they had forgotten one thing. That was, how could they have so much time to accumulate power in the arena?

Chen Junlin immediately rammed into the long-ranged attack cultivator. In an instant, this person was knocked out of the arena. Chen Junlin turned his head and bowed before continuing to join the battle.

Soon, the opponent's fists were unable to fight against four hands, and they were all thrown out of the arena to be eliminated.

Chen Junlin went through this round. Soon, the next round of the battle was halfway through because most of the people with low cultivation had been eliminated.

The rest of the people were mostly at the late stage of Nascent Soul or early stage of Soul Divide. Those who were at the early stage of Soul Divide were basically all disciples of the sect.

They were either the disciples of those clans, but Chen Junlin saw a person who was at the middle stage of Soul Divide, Lu Shi.

He never thought that this person could still live until now. Initially, Chen Junlin thought that he had been eaten by some demon!

The remaining 100 people, the two brothers of the Luo Family, did not use their true strength. Throughout the entire process, there were basically people who met them or were stubborn people who were directly thrown off the arena.

Or they directly admitted defeat. Moreover, admitting defeat was not shameful. Fighting against someone who could not be defeated was not putting up a brave front, but playing a hero!

Chen Junlin was the strongest on Chen Junlin's side. There was also Zhao Dan, Zhao Xiaoyan. However, they wouldn't rashly use their strength right now. After all, there were still those sect disciples waiting for them outside.

This round would start with two against two. At that time, the remaining would be from a sect or family.

Then let them decide who would be the first and who would be the second.

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