I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 620: Not a brain-dead person

As these things came to an end, the competition officially began.

There are nine arenas in the venue, each occupying its own space without interfering with each other.

These arenas will start fighting at the same time.

After all, there are too many people. If we fight them one by one, I don’t know how long it will take.

However, the first battle to take place was at the Jindan level, which was also the level with the most people.

As a voice sounded:

"The first match is between Liu Yi of the God of War Sect and Hui Cheng of the Falling Blade Sect."

"The second match is between Zhu Xin of Wunian Pavilion and Lei Jinbao of Tiangang Sect."

"The third match, Fire God Hall..."

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"The eighth match is between Wu Ming, a free cultivator, and Zhao Yu, a free cultivator."

"The ninth match, Fang Yang of the Fang family versus Ye Wuzhi of the Ye family."

As the announcement came out, what was unexpected was that people from three parties, nine heavens and ten earths were eliminated in just the first round.

Especially in the ninth arena, the Fang family and the Ye family, both of them are dependent on the Di family.

The Di family has a unique feature that no one else has in the Nine Heavens, that is, only the Di family has two Ten Lands under its command.

However, Bu Chen's focus was not on this matter.

Even though he was really from the Di family, he didn't have any feelings towards the Di family.

His focus was on Wu Ming in the eighth arena.

Because they were close to each other, he knew the name of his incarnation.

Wu Ming.

Nine venues were held simultaneously, and due to the uneven individual strength, some finished faster than others.

Just like the first arena, no one had ever heard of the Luodao Sect.

The God of War Sect eliminated his opponent cleanly and neatly, becoming the first winner after the competition began.

Next, it was a fight between twos and threes.

With Bu Chen's current level, these are simply not enough.

So he stopped paying attention and looked towards the eighth arena.

Zhao Yu rushed towards him with a ring-handled broadsword in his hand, laughing wildly and a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Wu Ming looked at his opponent in front of him, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

With a slight movement of his fingers, one earth wall after another appeared on Zhao Yu's way.

Zhao Yu brandished the big sword in his hand, and he didn't care about these earth walls at all.

As he rushed through one obstacle after another, the smile on his face gradually became abnormal.

Wu Ming frowned slightly: "You have never been my opponent. What gives you such confidence?"

Then, without any movement from Wu Ming, Zhao Yu was dragged directly underground.

"Asshole, what's the point of a sneak attack? Just fight head-on."

Wu Ming looked at Zhao Yu, who was not aware of the danger, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He placed his fingers on his chest and clenched them suddenly.

Then he saw Zhao Yu in front of him suddenly bleeding from all seven orifices, and his vitality quickly dissipated.

Tianyin Holy Land had anticipated this outcome. After all, they were the host, so they would handle it directly.

As for the death of a person, a powerless cultivator is not worth taking seriously at all.

However, Wu Ming's methods did attract the attention of some interested people.

Bu Chen looked at Wuming's actions and sighed slightly.

He didn't know how to restrain himself at all. It seemed that he came for too short a time.

As for the ninth arena, apart from the fancy moves, it is also worth watching.

The Ye family and the Fang family perfectly demonstrated what it means to stop at the right time, and in the end, Ye Wuzhi of the Ye family won.

At this point, the first round is over.

Then the announcement sounded, first the winner was announced, and then the second round began.

After all, there are too many people here. If there is no communiqué, people who cannot come in from far away will have no idea what is happening.

In this way, the day passed.

However, for the people present, rest was simply not necessary.

The Tianyin Holy Land used magical powers to make the entire Fanyin City as bright as day.

Of course, it becomes a bit uncomfortable for those with low cultivation or ordinary people.

Especially the young master of the City Lord's Mansion, when he looked at the daytime in the sky, anger appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Huang, what's going on now? Can't we sleep anymore?"

He had been arrogant since he was young, and he yelled at the cultivator named Huang.

A man called Uncle Huang appeared in the room.

"Young Master, this is the Tianyin Holy Land's policy, and the master dare not complain. Just hold on, and everything will be fine after this period of time."

What he said was like he was coaxing a child.

The young man's face was extremely ugly: "What Tianyin Holy Land? It's nothing but bullshit..."

Before he could finish his words, the monk surnamed Huang was horrified and covered the young man's mouth with his hand.

"Young Master, you can't say this carelessly. If it gets out, the Master will be in great trouble."

The young man knew that he had spoken without thinking, but he still said stubbornly:

"Humph! What's the big deal? How could the Tianyin Holy Land possibly know what I said?"

The cultivator surnamed Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead. How could a small scum like you know the strength of the Tianyin Holy Land?

However, he certainly wouldn't say this directly.

The young man looked at the sunlight outside and found it increasingly dazzling. He couldn't sleep, so he wanted to have some fun.

After much thought, he finally came up with something.

"Uncle Huang, do you still remember that woman from that daytime... um?"

The monk surnamed Huang was slightly stunned, not understanding which woman it was.

But when she saw the lust in the young man's eyes, she naturally thought of the woman at the city gate who was not dressed gorgeously but had a nice figure.

Speaking of which, there are countless talented ladies who came to Fanyin City for this competition.

From what they had seen that day, there were many women more beautiful than that woman.

However, although the young man loves beauty, he is not stupid.

He knows who to mess with and who not to mess with.

The cultivator surnamed Huang smiled bitterly, "Young Master, they are here for the competition, and have already been arranged to stay at the accommodation by the people of Tianyin Holy Land. Even if they are powerless, we cannot come and go as we please."

When the young man heard this, a hint of violence flashed in his eyes.

"What on earth is this Tianyin Holy Land doing? It's so involved in so many things in Fanyin City."

After hearing the young man's words, the monk surnamed Huang felt as if he had already stepped into the gates of hell.

He never thought that this bastard didn't even know about the Tianyin Holy Land.

At this time, he was already thinking about how to escape.

The young man obviously didn't know what Monk Huang was thinking. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he urged him:

"Tell me, this Tianyin Holy Land, the names they gave it are really awesome. With my City Lord's Mansion, can we defeat them?"

After these words were spoken, the idea in the mind of the monk surnamed Huang became more certain.

The respectful look on his face was gone.

"Young Master, this is the last time I will call you Young Master. The Fanyin City Lord's Mansion is under the command of the Miaoyu Sect. The life and death of the City Lord depends on the Miaoyu Sect's decision, and the life and death of the Miaoyu Sect depends on the Tianyin Holy Land's decision. That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself. I will not serve you any longer."