The Dandy Demon Emperor returns to the city

It wasn't until I asked the disciples who were watching the battle here that they realized that this new son of God was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

The rankings for the second round of competition also officially started, and everyone handed in their storage ring.

As for the inner disciples, Lin Qingyun directly deprived those disciples who followed Chen Wentao and framed Long Chen from participating in the competition.

No matter where they are, they will be eliminated directly. Those disciples are thankful that they have not been punished at this moment. How dare they have any opinions at this time.

In the second round of competition between the inner disciples, there was no doubt that Long Chen was the winner. After all, the two souls collected soul crystals for him much faster than them.

"Long Chen, I heard that you and Chen Wentao and his son were fighting to the death? It's a pity that I missed such an exciting scene..." Feng Batian said.

Here, the threat from Chen Fuhai and the others was lifted, and Feng Batian also ended his protection mission.

However, precisely because he went to protect the mother of the tiger baby, he did not see the wonderful scene.

But the third round of competition still required his hosting, so he was called back.

"You didn't see what I could do. Could it be that I should perform it again for you?" Long Chen said.

"That's not necessary. I spent a lot of money to buy a recording crystal, which contains the entire process of your battle. The two fathers and sons died well!" Feng Batian said.

"Why are you progressing so fast? If you don't know, you would think you have been in the fairy world for a long time. If I didn't know the truth, I would doubt whether you are some old monster lurking in our Qingyun Immortal Sect..." Feng Batian continued. .

"How do you know I'm not an old monster?" Long Chen asked with a smile.

Feng Batian was stunned. Could it be that the old monster could return to the lower realm and ascend again?

Feng Batian couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and went up to the list of promotions on the stage.

The third round of competition also started.

The third round is easy. It all depends on your own combat power and luck. If you are lucky, you may get a good ranking, but the first few rounds are undoubtedly based on your own combat power.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Feng Batian shouted from the high platform.

"Next, I will announce the rules for the third round of competition, which is also the last round of competition for this sect competition. I ask the shortlisted disciples to pay close attention to it, and the disciples watching the competition to watch and study hard, and strive for the next sect competition. I can see it’s you on the stage..."

"There are 48 disciples from the outer sect and disciples from the inner sect. They will compete in pairs by drawing lots. The winner will be determined in one battle. The winner will be promoted and the loser will be withdrawn. Only the top five will be counted, and the rest will not be counted..."

"The lot is divided into numbers 1-48. Those who drew number 1 will play against number 2, those who drew number 3 will play against number 4, and so on. Do you understand?" Feng Batian explained.

"Understood!" the disciples below said in unison.

Feng Batian nodded with satisfaction, "As long as you understand, then come up and draw lots now!"

The participating disciples went up to draw lots one after another, and the outer disciples were fine.

But the inner disciples were all very worried, and no one wanted to draw Long Chen.

Because once Long Chen is drawn, there will be nothing left to play. Just eliminate him. What else is there to fight for?

This time, many of the inner disciples saw hope, because the two Holy Sons had always been a mountain blocking their way, and now they were dead.

There are also many disciples who are ranked high in strength and have also been disqualified from participating. This makes them feel that their spring has arrived and they can work hard to fight for it.

The only thought is that anyone can be drawn, just don't draw Long Chen. Whoever draws Long Chen will be unlucky.

It wasn't until everyone had finished drawing that Long Chen slowly walked onto the stage and took out the last lot.

When Long Chen announced that he was No. [-], the disciple holding the No. [-] lottery repeatedly confirmed his lottery number, and then he was heartbroken.

Seeing that Long Chen was holding the number five, the other disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person they drew was not this perverted son of God, they would still have a chance.

"Elder Feng, I admit defeat!" Disciple No. [-] raised his hand and said. He was afraid that he would be beaten if he did not admit defeat quickly enough.

"The game hasn't even started yet. Why do you think you're going to lose? What's your number?" Feng Batian said displeasedly.

"No. 6..." the disciple said weakly.

"No. 5, who is No. 5?" Feng Batian shouted.

Long Chen spread the signature paper in front of him, feeling very helpless. It seemed that he had no chance to take the stage.

"Ah, it's you No. [-], No. [-], I approve your surrender..." Feng Batian said.

Feng Batian finally understood why he was so quick. If it were him, he would have quickly given up. What chance would he have of winning?

Long Chen walked back to the auditorium helplessly. If he didn't want to fight with him, it would be fine to be an audience himself.

Long Chen sat on the auditorium and closed his eyes to rest.

Even in the subsequent drawing of lots, Long Chen did not need to go up.

When it came to the last draw, Feng Batian himself drew it for Long Chen. Whoever drew Long Chen would be unlucky.

Anyway, they would admit defeat if they drew Long Chen, so why bother with Long Chen anymore.

When a burst of cheers came, everyone shouted Long Chen's name.

Long Chen woke up leisurely.

"What's going on?" Long Chen asked.

"Long Chen, come on stage, you are No. 1..." Feng Batian shouted.

Long Chen was also speechless. After taking a nap, he became No. 1. Is there anything more outrageous than this?

"Long Chen, give me your acceptance speech. How does it feel to get the first place?" Feng Batian said.

"I don't have much to say. What can I say if I get it after sleeping? Everyone, work hard, everyone, come on, don't imitate me..." Long Chen said.

The disciples in the audience are also very helpless. We want to imitate you. You can get first place even while lying down. If they can do it by imitating you, then they are also willing.

Among the top five inner disciples, No. 1 is Long Chen, and No. 2 is a ruthless swordsman named Qing Qing.

No.3 and No.4 were two beauties, one named Liu Yu and the other named Shangguan Furong. Long Chen didn't know either of them.

No. 5 is Huwa, and Long Chen has an impression of him.

"Long Chen, the five of you can enter the sect's forbidden area to practice. You can enter now..." Feng Batian said.

"What's in the forbidden area?" Long Chen asked.

"In the forbidden area, we will wake up the sealed elders and guide you in your cultivation. This will be the last time they wake up. It's up to you how much you can learn." Feng Batian said.

"That's it?" Long Chen asked.

"If you perform well, you might even get the inheritance from one of them..." Feng Batian continued.

"Forget it, I won't go in, let them go in, I don't need it..." Long Chen said.