C66 (1/2)

Because of the arrival of Sang Heng, this storm had completely subsided.

At the same time, the previously inconspicuous Zhou Qing also became the focus of attention.

Many of the people who dared to argue with a Mage expert, and even get favored by the Master, had their thoughts rise. Many of the Mages were secretly sending messages to their disciples, thinking of ways to get close to Zhou Qing and build a good relationship with him.

If one could also obtain the appreciation of a true person, it would be like a carp leaping over a dragon gate.

However, there were also quite a few people who would glance at Zhou Qing from time to time with fiery eyes.

Not to mention the fact that the latter possessed Blood Bodhi and Bodhi Tree, these two coveted treasures. If he was favored by a Daoist Master, how could he not have a few valuable treasures on him?

In the eyes of these people, Zhou Qing was a walking treasure mountain!

Zhou Qing knew what these people were thinking about, so he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to them. He found a secluded place and waited quietly for the start of the Large Competition.

”Brother Song, I am Yuwen Jie from Yuwen Clan, how about I become a friend?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears. Zhou Qing looked up and saw Yuwen Jie smiling brilliantly.

”Song Changqing.”

Zhou Qing's heart skipped a beat, but his expression was as indifferent as if he didn't want anyone to get close to him.

Yuwen Jie had a thick skin and didn't care about this. He smiled as he came over: ”Brother Song, you and I had met in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave before. At that time, you kicked me. Do you remember?”

Zhou Qing kept his composure and nodded slightly, but inwardly, he couldn't help but laugh.

Yuwen Jie's temperament was extremely familiar. When he saw Zhou Qingken respond to him, he immediately opened up a conversation.

”When I saw Brother Song in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, I felt that he was extraordinary. He was extremely domineering, and all of his heroic deeds were admirable.”

”I have always disliked the Lan family. If it were not for him being in control everywhere, he would have been like Brother Song and would have gone on a rampage!”

”Look at that old bastard Lan Yuan's face. He's still acting like he ate a dead fly even now. He's so f * cking venting his anger, haha …”

”Brother Song, your style of conduct is very similar to an old friend of mine …” I really miss that guy! ”

As he spoke, Yuwen Jie's tone was a bit dejected, and a cold look appeared on his face.

It had been a long time since he had heard this fellow's blabbering. Previously, Zhou Qing had thought him to be rather annoying, but now, listening to him now, his heart was filled with warmth.

”Oh right, Brother Song, after entering the Xumi Realm, are you interested in becoming a big shot?”

After a moment of silence, Yuwen Jie suddenly thought of something. He came close to Zhou Qing's ear and whispered mysteriously.

”What is it?”

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow. What was this idiot trying to do now?

”After we get in, we'll work together to deal with that disciple from the Black Heaven Sect. It'd be best if we could break his legs so that he won't be able to make it in time!”

Yuwen Jie grinned fiendishly and said in a low voice, ”The competition ends eight days from now. The Xumi World opens and the Lan Family participants have yet to finish climbing up the road. Do you think that old bastard Lan Yuan's expression will be any better?”

As Zhou Qing listened, his expression became increasingly strange.

Why did this fellow have the exact same thoughts as that little girl Su Leng?

However, he had just killed two Mysterious Sky Sect elites, so he only needed to defeat them. There was no need for him to do anything else.

Seeing Zhou Qing shake his head without saying a word, Yuwen Jie also lost interest. After exchanging a few more words, he also left and began to adjust his condition.

Once the spatial realm opened, it would be a race against time. Everyone had to seize every second they could, quickly adjusting their condition to the peak.

While Zhou Qing and the others were meditating, the spirit realm competition was already in full swing on the other side.

The rules were almost the same as the ranking battles in the ancient monument. The participants would draw lots to determine the opponent's ranking. The victor would advance, and the loser would be eliminated.

The battles of the spirit realm were a test of one's basic skills. Most of them were close combat and were quite intense.

Zhou Qing took a few glances and realized that Yi Jin, a disciple from the Ancient Tablet Sect, was holding a black iron monument. With his tyrannical physical strength and the power of the monument, he was able to defeat his opponent in three rounds in a row and quickly entered the top ten rankings.

What truly surprised Zhou Qing was Lan Ningxia.

This fellow seemed to possess some sort of secret technique. His current aura was several times stronger than before, and he had basically stepped into the realm of the Soul Condensation stage.

Relying on his spiritual energy that was several times more powerful than his opponent, Lan Ningxia was able to crush his way to the top 10.

When nightfall arrived, the spirit realm competition was completely over.

Yi Jin unexpectedly rushed to the sixth place position, but his luck was bad. Facing that Li family disciple, he wasn't a match for him and lost in the end.

As for Lan Ningwen, he relied on his dense spirit energy to rush forward and defeat the Yuwen Clan's contestant to obtain third place.

As a whole, there were no surprises in the spirit realm competition. The top four places were all taken up by the disciples of the four great families.

When the opening of the spirit realm ended, the atmosphere in the arena not only didn't diminish, but became even more fervent.

A fight to open the spirit realm was just an appetizer, what was more exciting was the clash between the powerful mages of the various powers!

Very soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe walked into the arena. His name was Lin Ming, and he was a peak Spirit Realm expert. He was also the elder of the Profound Heaven Sect who was guarding the North City.

As Lin Long entered the arena, his eyes swept across the arena. With a distinct smile on his well-defined face, he said, ”Everyone, the next stage is the Spirit Realm competition!”

”The competition of the Spirit Realm is the same as before. The opponents will be decided by drawing lots to compete in the arena. However, there is no need for everyone to worry about the issue of safety. ”

As he spoke to here, Lin Long's expression suddenly became solemn. He opened his mouth and solemnly said, ”Elder Chihuo, please help!”

”But …”

As Lin Long's voice faded, an aged voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

This voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens. It was ethereal and filled with immortal energy, yet it sounded exceptionally clear.

Many of the mages present, upon hearing this voice, had solemn expressions and bowed slightly.