C273 Death group (1/2)
”Wh …” What? This... Xu Baichuan is only a First Silver Robed Deacon of the Holy Ji Academy? ” Looking at the god-like middle-aged man in silver robes in the sky, Yang Fan's face changed yet again. Although he was not clear about the position of the Silver Robed Deacon, one thing was certain, it was not some kind of high ranking position, for their Seven Stars Sect, the highest position was the Supreme Sect Head, followed by the Supreme Elders, the leaders of the peaks, and so on, followed by the various Great Elders, followed by many Enforcers, and a mere Silver Robed Deacon was a Suppress Martial Lord, then what kind of cultivation was the elder, Academy Lord, or even the Most Powerful Emperor? The most important thing was, this was only a courtyard; how terrifying would the true Holy Ji Sect be? Martial Lords walked everywhere, and there were as many Martial Kings as dogs?
”With my insignificant cultivation, to a real expert, I'm nothing more than an ant that can be easily killed!” At this moment, the complacency in Yang Fan's heart disappeared without a trace. His current strength, was only in a remote place like South Mountain Domain, which was pretty good, but putting it in the entire Sobbing Blood Continent, which was in the center of the martial way, would make him an ordinary person. He probably wouldn't even be considered an expert!
”Sooner or later, I will surpass all of you, surpass everyone, and ascend to the peak of martial arts!” Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes lit up as a hint of determination flashed across his eyes. With the Great Art Of Devouring The Heavens And Devouring The Earth, this heaven-defying strange technique, Unparalleled King and Most Powerful Emperor would definitely not be anything difficult for him.
At this moment …
Silver Robed Deacon, who was in the air, once again spoke, ”All of the participants come up with Martial Arena s!”
”Sou!”, ”Sou!”, ”Sou!”...
The moment Xu Baichuan's voice fell, countless people on the viewing platforms from all directions immediately rushed into the sky, transforming into rays of bright light, flying straight towards the Martial Arena!
”Ss, so many participants!” Yang Fan casually swept a glance around and discovered that there was a huge black mass of heads everywhere. Even if there were not twenty thousand, ten thousand would definitely have exceeded his expectations, and it was truly beyond his expectations. He had originally thought that it would be pretty good to have seven or eight thousand people, after all, the preconditions for the battle of the Cyan Cloud Ranking was to have Bone Forging Martial Master s with condensed spirit bones, and they were even going to enter the Martial Master Stage for the first time!
As long as one's cultivation reached the Martial Master Stage, anyone under the age of 60 could participate in the Cyan Cloud Ranking battle. Therefore, before stepping onto the stage, it was unknown just how many people would actually participate. As for whether there were any violators, there was no need to worry, no one was a fool, they really thought that the heads of the various sects and Silver Robed Deacon s were just decorations, especially a Suppress Martial Lord like him, who, with just a glance, was able to see through the true age of a Ancestor Martial Marquis and dared to put his hopes on the line.
”Are there any other participants?” Xu Baichuan's gaze swept across the four corners of the viewing platform, and asked once again. After confirming that no one else was present, he turned his gaze to the tens of thousands of participants below, and said: ”En, not bad, there are a few good seedlings!”
In an instant, everyone present felt like their bodies had been hit by a mysterious force. There was no secret about it!
A total of fourteen thousand three hundred and ninety-two contestants? ”The Great Tang Empire is a mid-ranked empire with two hundred and forty people. Therefore, we will fight for that one spot in a group of sixty people!” With a thought, Xu Baichuan said in a clear voice, ”Then, this battle on the Proclamation of Azure Sky, the Great Tang Dynasty's first battle, will officially begin. The rules of the competition will not change, and just like previous years, every participant will have a nameplate …
After saying that, Xu Baichuan waved his hand, and in an instant, rays of light shot out from the sky, straight towards the thousands of participants below.
The sail flapped and grabbed a ray of light that was shooting towards them. It was a palm-sized plate, and this plate was extremely simple. Other than a number of 12,122, there were no other runes.
Not only Yang Fan, every participant on the Martial Arena had grabbed their own number plate, the same as the number plate in Yang Fan's hands, the only difference was the numbers on it!
”Each of you have your own nameplate. Now, each group will have number one to sixty as a group. Number sixty-one to one hundred and twenty as a group, and so on. We will divide into two hundred and forty groups and sit in the contesting area!”