God's Calculation: Reject The Empress At The Beginning!

The first competition in the world is the competition for the Qianlong list.

There are ten dueling arenas in total.

The Qianlong Ranking is the same as the Heavenly Ranking and the Earth Ranking, with 100 places.

Duel Arena No. 1, compete for the top ten rankings.

Duel Field No. 2, compete for the 11th to 20th ranking.

So on and so forth.

What kind of ranking you want to compete for, you can enter what level of duel arena.

"Commander Yan, how is the registration for the competition?"

Entering the second floor of the palace, Xiao Fan asked.

Yan Kuan arrived here three days ago.

He hurriedly said: "The total number of entries for the Qianlong List is 363,625."

"The number of people who signed up for the land list was 25,780."

"There are 6,853 people who signed up for the Heavenly List."

Xiao Fan nodded slightly, this number was a little less than he estimated.

You must know that the entire Qianlong Continent has a population of 60 to 70 billion.

There are so many cultivators.

Now this is the first World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, and the number of people participating is extremely normal. If it is not far away, there must be more people participating.

Feng Qingwu frowned and said, "With so many people competing, how long will it take?"

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Ninety percent of them are just to join in the fun. When I go back, I can brag and say that I have participated in the world's No. 1 martial arts tournament."

"There must be a lot of disabled Deaths in the duel. Knowing that the competition is not a child's play, most of the contestants are expected to give up and not appear on the stage."

Feng Qingwu nodded slightly.

It would be better if so.

"Commander Yan, what we are facing here is dueling field No. 1?"

Xiao Fan asked.

Yan Kuan nodded: "In front of the palace we are in is the No. 1 dueling field, covering an area of ​​6,000 mu; at the rear is the No. 2 dueling field, covering an area of ​​5,000 mu."

Six thousand mu is actually four square kilometers.

Formidable powerhouse duels need a bigger place.

And there are so many people watching the battle, it is not convenient for the local people to watch the battle.

"The hour is approaching, and the enchantment is ready."

A loud voice sounded outside, it was the voice of an old senior from the Rivers and Lakes of the Tianxuan Dynasty.

The world's No. 1 martial arts conference is held by the people.

If the officials of the Tianxuan Dynasty were mixed more, then the Tianxuan Dynasty might have won against the rest of the countries; if it lost, the people of their own country would have great opinions.

"Buzz!"

A low voice sounded, and the transparent barrier quickly enveloped the dueling arenas.

"Please move to the third floor to watch, Your Majesty."

Yan Kuan said respectfully.

There are many people on the second floor of their palace, Qin Zhi is also here, Feng Qingwu is on the second floor, many people here will probably feel uncomfortable.

"Well... Xiao Tianshi, several uncles, princes, King Qin, Zhiyang, you should also go to the third floor. The view from the third floor is better."

Feng Qingwu smiled.

Qin Huai'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I think the second floor is very good, so I will stay on the second floor."

Several princes and a dozen princes also spoke.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, I will also stay on the second floor."

Qin Zhi said with a smile.

Feng Qingwu glanced over, and there were some women on the second floor, but not many.

"There can't be so many people on the second floor."

"Then go to the third floor, women, and listen to me. This is an order."

Feng Qingwu said so, the rest of the people would naturally have no opinion.

Soon Qin Zhi and some other women followed Feng Qingwu to the third floor.

"Xiao Tianshi, take a seat in the middle seat."

"You have a high Cultivation Base, and I have to trouble you to explain it to us."

Prince Ren said.

Feng Qingwu had several uncles present, but they were very jealous of Xiao Fan. In terms of identity, Xiao Fan was also a prince, and in terms of strength, Xiao Fan was much stronger than them.

In terms of relationship, Feng Qingwu and Xiao Fan only slept together.

"Yes, Xiao Tianshi, please take your seat."

"Xiao Tianshi, please."

The rest spoke up.

Xiao Fan was not too polite. He sat in the best seat on the second floor. The rest of the princes, princes, etc. also took their seats, and those who were almost in their positions could only stand.

"It's time!"

"The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, start!"

The resounding voice sounded, and it was the voice of an old senior from the Tianxuan Dynasty.

"Who is talking now?"

Xiao Fan asked.

Yan Kuan didn't go to the third floor, he stood beside Xiao Fan.

Hearing Xiao Fan ask him, he quickly said: "My lord is talking about Mr. Dong Changhou now. He used to be a Martial God-level powerhouse, and the highest is Martial God 7-star."

"Now one hundred and twenty-five years old."

"Cultivation Base has fallen to the Martial Emperor level, but its prestige status on Rivers and Lakes is quite high."

Xiao Fan nodded slightly.

This age is not much younger than Cheng Black Tortoise, and it is not bad to have a Martial Emperor-level Cultivation Base. Cheng Black Tortoise is not so strong at this age.

——Cheng Black Tortoise has suffered many injuries in years of battle, which has affected his longevity.

But now Cheng Black Tortoise has recovered.

His Cultivation Base has reached the Martial God nine-star level, Xiao Fan gave him a powerful treasure, he has a Martial Venerate level combat power, and has already headed to the frontier.

"Who will fight me?"

"I come!"

After a little silence, a young man rushed into the duel arena soon.

Someone will fight in the next second.

"One side admits defeat and the other side must not attack again. There may be casualties in the duel. If the two of you are confirmed, you can start now."

There are people next to the dueling arena.

There are no less than ten referees around each dueling arena, and they come from different countries.

Each duel has a time limit.

A quarter of an hour at most.

The shortest ten-breath time.

If there is a big gap between the strengths of the two players, or the procrastination delays everyone's time, the referee can rule that one of them is defeated, or even both of them.

Xiao Fan looked over and saw that neither of the two in the duel arena in front of them belonged to the Tianxuan Dynasty.

One of the two is the big Martial Ancestor, and the other is just the Martial Ancestor.

The Qianlong List is a list that young people under the age of 30 compete for. To reach the Martial Ancestor-level Cultivation Base at a young age is definitely a rare genius.

For ordinary people, there are actually very few opportunities to come into contact with Martial Ancestor-level masters. Big Martial Ancestor is already a super master for ordinary people.

"Tianluoguo, Park Sangyu."

"Caslow Country, Anglo."

The two cupped fist salute, and the next second they both drew their swords and rushed towards each other.

"puff!"

The blood spattered, and Park Sang-woo's heart was pierced by the light and flint.

Blood stained his white clothes.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

Cultivation Base, who has the Martial Ancestor level, usually touts him a lot. He also grew up with the praise of genius, and was killed by a single sword.

Xiao Fan's expression was calm, as expected.

Martial Ancestor is up against Martial Ancestor, and Park Sang-woo only has Martial Ancestor's five-star Cultivation Base, which is a big gap compared to Martial Ancestor's six-star Anglo.

"waste."

"With this kind of strength, I dare to choose the first duel arena without being self-sufficient."

Anglo sneered.

Park Sang-woo's body was quickly dragged down.

He had family members who came to watch the game, which made them unacceptable, but Anglo did not violate the rules of the tournament.

"hiss!"

"Is it so scary?"

"Let's not go up."

Many people were terrified.

They just want to come on stage to join in the fun and show their faces, even if they are slightly injured, they can accept it, but it is absolutely impossible to die on the duel arena.

"I'll fight you!"

Some familiar voices sounded, and Yan Yue'er rushed to the ring.

The world's first martial arts tournament, the Yan family sisters also came.

A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes.

Yan Yueer originally only had a Martial Ancestor-level Cultivation Base, but now she has become a Martial King, and she has a Martial King eight-star Cultivation Base, which is quite high.

"Have you received the support of the Xianmen powerhouse?"

Xiao Fan thought to himself.

Tianluo has a population of 300 million to 400 million people, and there are also good Sects on the land before Ten Thousand Years.