Chapter 4813: Participating in the Martial Arts Competition

"Are you going to participate in this martial arts tournament like this?"

Ye Feng thought clearly about the cause and effect, then looked at the cavalry captain and asked.

"Tomorrow there will be a martial arts competition at Chaoyang Gate. Brother Qiu Feng, just go and sign up."

The cavalry captain said with a smile.

Ye Feng asked a few more questions, and after clarifying the specific rules of the tournament, he waved goodbye to the cavalry captain.

Early on the next morning, Ye Feng arrived at Chaoyang Gate, which was a square in the capital of Zhenshuang. At this moment, huge competition arenas were built in the square. They were all made of obsidian, a solid material that could withstand the battles in the supernatural realm. .

Although it was early in the morning, a lot of people had already gathered at Chaoyang Gate. The people of Zhenshuang were standing on the outside with expectant faces. On the inside, Wu Xiu, who was filled with vitality and high spirits, was signing up to participate in the conference.

Ye Feng passed through the crowd and came to the inner circle, where he saw nearly tens of thousands of people who had signed up for martial arts.

It was obvious that this martial arts competition had been publicized for some time before so many martial arts cultivators gathered. Many martial arts cultivators came from other places to participate in this grand event.

Among these martial arts cultivators, there are many in the realm of magical powers. Ye Feng scanned with his consciousness and found that there were ninety-seven in the realm of magical powers, including 21 high-level ones.

"The strength of the folk martial arts of the Zhenshuang people is indeed impressive."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. With so many martial arts cultivators in the magical power realm, even if the Morning Star Territory was turned upside down, they wouldn't be able to shine. Fortunately, in the past conflicts between the Zhenshuang Kingdom and the Morning Star Kingdom, these civilian martial arts cultivators were not involved, otherwise the Morning Star Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago. .

"There are so many martial arts cultivators, let's pick the top ten..."

Ye Feng was thinking in his mind and went to the registration office to sign up. The person in charge was a one-eyed old man with a fierce look and a sixth-level magical power.

"What state are you in?"

The one-eyed old man stared at Ye Feng, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and Ye Feng felt a familiar aura, the power of heaven.

"This old guy also has the power of heaven?"

Ye Feng's heart moved slightly. The one-eyed old man's power of secrets was very weak and far different from that of Shoulou. Therefore, he was definitely not from Shoulou. He should have mastered the power of secrets by chance and knew some detection techniques.

Obviously, Zhenshuang Kingdom arranged for the one-eyed old man to be the person in charge of registration in order to further investigate the identity of the participating martial arts cultivators and ensure that no one arranged by the Wuji Sect and the Demon Clan would get in.

As for Ye Feng, the origin of his identity is so important that even the people from Shouluo cannot find out clearly, and if he tries to find out by force, he will suffer backlash.

The one-eyed old man's power of heaven is so weak that he may die if he investigates Ye Feng. If such a thing really happens, Ye Feng's identity will be doubtful and he will be wary, which will have an impact on Ye Feng's investigation of the demon clan's plan.

Immediately, Ye Feng confused the one-eyed old man and made him give up the investigation. He also instilled false identity information into him, making him think that Ye Feng had no problem.

"It turns out to be Young Hero Qiu Feng. Captain Zhao has already given instructions. This is your participation token."

The one-eyed old man was only at the sixth level of magical power, so naturally he couldn't resist Ye Feng's secret casting. He immediately smiled and politely handed over his participation token.

Ye Feng took the token and looked at it. It read Divine Power Arena, No. 77.

"It seems that each realm competes separately."

Ye Feng nodded slightly. This was very reasonable. Otherwise, if the various realms were to fight, there would be absolutely no chance of victory for those with magical powers.

After the registration was successful, Ye Feng waited at the competition venue. There were already many people who had successfully registered.

Some martial arts cultivators in the magical power realm gather together to communicate and discuss, while others work alone and act independently.

Ye Feng had no interest in talking to these people and found a place to sit quietly, waiting for the arena battle to begin.

After a whole morning, the registration was finally over, with a total of ninety-eight people from the magical realm including Ye Feng signing up.

And under the magical power, there are more than 2,000 Qi controlers and more than 5,000 Qi nourishers.

Although the number of people who can save lives in the magical power realm is very small compared to the Qi Control realm and Qi Nourishing realm, they are the focus of most attention. After all, only the magical power realm can stand in the Zhenshuang Kingdom.

Even if you have extraordinary talents in the Qi Control Realm and Qi Nourishing Realm, you still need time to grow before you can become a top expert.

In the following time, the arena battles in the three realms started at the same time. Ye Feng did not pay attention to the competitions in the Qi Control and Qi Nourishing Realms, but just observed the participants in the Divine Power Realm around him.

These supernatural power realm contestants are all carefully selected, and even those with clean financial status are screened by people like the one-eyed old man who have mastered the secrets and can detect their identities.

But despite this, there are still many people mixed in by the Wuji Sect and the Demon Clan. Among them, there are six magical powers from the Wuji Sect, and as many as 13 from the Demon Clan. And they are so well disguised that if Ye Feng hadn't used Tong They can't even see their true identity.

"Number seventy-seven."

At this time, the referee in official uniform stood on a high platform not far away and shouted loudly, "Your opponent is No. 61, please go to the ring No. 10 to compete."

Ye Feng stood up slowly after hearing this and looked towards the tenth stage. His opponent No. 61 was already standing on the stage, looking at him with an arrogant expression.

"Boy, you are only a third-level magician, but you still dare to participate in the competition. I advise you to surrender directly, otherwise I will be ruthless and you will be miserable."

No. 61 laughed wildly. He was wearing a sweatshirt and looked very capable, but he had a bald head and violent eyebrows. He was not a good person at first glance.

Ye Feng was not annoyed at all when he heard this. He glanced at him calmly and walked onto the ring calmly.

"Come on, let me see what you can do."

Ye Feng spoke calmly. This bald man looked like a wild boy, but his real identity was a disciple of Wuji Sect. Ye Feng had sensed the blood and qi flowing in his body that could only be cultivated by Wuji Sect's skills.

"Seventh stage of magical power, vulnerable..."

Ye Feng muttered in his heart. If he had to investigate the demon clan's plan, martial artists of this level would not be qualified to be his opponents at all. He could be killed by a casual glance.

"You ignorant thing, I will send you to death!"

No. 61 was angered by Ye Feng's indifferent reaction. He glared at Ye Feng and punched him.

The blood and qi accumulated, and No. 61's fist glowed with golden light, condensed into a huge lion head, and bit towards Ye Feng.

"Angry lion demanding life!"

No. 61 shouted. The magical power he displayed was not the Wuji Sect's method. This was to hide his identity.

Facing this huge lion head, Ye Feng had no expression on his face, and even quietly suppressed his own strength. He only dared to mobilize a little bit, condensed into a thunder sword and slashed down.

"Shh!"

The magical powers collided, the blood and qi surged, Ye Feng pretended to be defeated and retreated violently, the obsidian slab under his feet was dented.

"Hahaha, with this little strength, what can you use to fight me!"

Seeing this, No. 61 showed excitement, looked at Ye Feng with contempt, laughed and shouted.