Eternal First Immortal Sect

Hmph, you tyrant swordsmen, don't you have a lot of geniuses damaged there? It's just each other. Mo Shan snorted coldly, and then said unceremoniously.

Haha, what we have damaged are just some small fish and shrimps. It's not like you Fengxueshan, even the first day of hanging! The master of the Ba Dao Sect laughed out loud.

After Mo Shan heard the words of the Sect Master of Ba Dao Sect, his face suddenly became ugly.

This guy really likes which pot can't be lifted without opening it, it's too bad!

Mo Shan took a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned to look at the ring below.

A white-haired old man came from afar and landed directly in the center of the ring.

The aura on his body was terrifying, covering the entire arena almost instantly, and everyone felt a strong sense of suffocation, almost unable to breathe.

Why is this old guy so strong! After seeing the scene in front of him, the Sect Master of the Ba Dao Sect also exclaimed, feeling a little panic in his heart.

The strength of this white-haired old man has actually surpassed the category of fourth-rate sects, and it is estimated that even among third-rate sects, he is one of the best masters.

Thank you all for coming to Fengxue Mountain, the old man is really honored. The white-haired old man smiled slightly, with his hands behind his back, the momentum on his body shot straight into the sky.

For a moment, as if the world had changed color, everyone held their breath and looked at the white-haired old man in front of them.

Then I announce that the Hundred Gate Competition is about to begin, please prepare for the participating disciples in advance. The white-haired old man opened his mouth slowly and said, his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Chen Xi turned to look at the three disciples behind him, and then motioned for them to leave.

The other sects followed closely and took their disciples down one after another.

Tens of thousands of disciples gathered densely together, and they formed a long line, ready to be inspected by Fengxueshan.

The disciples of Fengxueshan rushed out and began to check the identities of the contestants.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in Fengxueshan, and it is not troublesome to check. In a short time, everyone will be checked.

You are not a disciple of BMW Gate, who are you? A disciple of Fengxueshan frowned slightly, then looked at the young man in front of him and said.

Bang!

The identity of the disciple who built himself was exposed, and he slapped it with a palm without hesitation.

Catch him! The Fengxueshan disciple shouted, and the many disciples behind him also shot together, and quickly surrounded the man.

And the young man surrounded by the middle saw the scene in front of him.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, then shouted loudly, and directly exploded his martial arts golden core.

Bang!

Countless disciples of Fengxue Mountain were sent flying far away by the aftermath of the explosion, and several disciples even died there on the spot.

The white-haired old man's brows furrowed tightly. He didn't expect that someone would actually dare to come to Fengxue Mountain to ask for trouble, and even disguised himself as a disciple of another sect and secretly sneaked into Fengxue Mountain.

After a while, people were found to have forged their identities one after another, and then they were arrested.

Some of them chose to self-destruct martial arts, but most of them chose to surrender.

This time, Fengxueshan actually found nearly fifty spies, which is a very large number!

After Mo Shan saw the scene in front of him, he was also a little confused. Where did these guys come from?

Under the leadership of the white-haired old man, he quickly wiped out all the spies and imprisoned them in the dungeon of Fengxue Mountain.

It really made all the sect masters laugh. The white-haired old man said a little embarrassedly, and his voice reached everyone's ears again.

The expressions of the masters of the major sects are different, and even some masters are still in a state of ignorance.

They never dreamed that the disciples of their sect were actually impersonated by others.

Now, the first game officially starts, please draw the number cards. After finishing everything, the white-haired old man turned around and returned to the ring. He took a deep breath and said slowly.

The remaining disciples did not panic too much, but walked to a corner one after another and began to draw their own numbers.

Chu Yun got No. 647, Huang Quan got No. 2854, and Lin Qianxue got No. 7630.

A total of 10,000 monks participated in this competition, and the rules of the competition were very simple.

The huge arena is divided into ten small seats, and ten divisions have been established.

One thousand monks participated in each division, and the top 100 were finally won.

In the end, the remaining 1,000 monks fought with each other, and finally selected the top ten.

Speaking of which, the Heavenly Emperor faction was also very lucky, and the three disciples were drawn into three different arenas.

If they were in the same arena, they might meet in advance, and then one of them would be eliminated.

Please prepare the contestants and enter the arena where they belong. The white-haired old man said again in a deep voice.

Om! A dazzling light burst out from the arena, and ten separate spaces were divided.

Then, ten masters of the Martial Emperor Realm flew from afar and entered the ten arenas.

These ten Martial Sovereigns are all elders or guardians of Fengxue Mountain. They are responsible for serving as the sub-judge this time, while the white-haired old man is the main referee.

Generally speaking, in the competition of the three sects, the disciples of the Martial Emperor Realm are completely rare.

After all, even the senior brother of Fengxueshan has only reached the realm of half-step Martial Emperor.

Therefore, it can be said that these ten martial emperors are more than enough to serve as the referee this time.

The three of Chu Yun flew up one after another, and then entered their respective arenas, preparing for the next battle.

In order to save time, this first match was not a one-on-one duel, but a melee of a thousand players.

When all the disciples were all ready, the white-haired old man's body slowly lifted into the air, and he solemnly said: Now I announce that the Hundred Gate Competition officially begins!

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the melee started completely.

Some sects have more disciples participating, so many disciples are divided into the same arena. They gather together and attack the rest.

In an instant, countless spiritual powers erupted wildly in the arena, setting off terrifying waves.

Those who gathered together were mostly disciples of the fifth and sixth sects. As for the people of the fourth sect, they didn't bother to be with them at all, but chose to fight on their own.

It's just a mob. A young disciple with a long sword stood in the center of the ring, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a flat tone.