Chapter 1047: Big Melee

"The second competition, the martial arts competition!"

The words of the master and servant made everyone's eyes suddenly brighten and they all became energetic.

Those who practice martial arts naturally regard martial arts as their own. This is the duel of men.

"Humph, I hope I can be assigned to the same group with that Bai Chen!" Zhao Xianglu from the Shenhuo Guild glared at Bai Chen.

The two of them came to participate in the son-in-law selection competition, which has attracted a lot of attention.

If a woman wants to participate in the competition, it would be to play tricks on Lijing Villa, and she would have been kicked out long ago.

However, the president of the Shenhuo Guild knew the owner of Lijing Villa. The night before, Zhao Xianglu also went to the old owner in person to explain her determination to avenge Bai Chen, which made the old owner agree.

Sell a favor to the Shenhuo Guild, and by the way, see how capable the boy named Bai Chen is, why not do it.

After hearing what Zhao Xianglu said, the head servant smiled and explained: "Miss Zhao, this martial arts test is not divided into groups, but everyone fights on the same stage. The two people who stayed at the end successfully entered the third round."

"Everyone on the same stage?!"

The head servant's words made everyone stunned.

This Zhong Luocheng is indeed a strange woman. The rules she set are always unexpected.

"Not only that, in this competition, each sect can send three players to participate." The head servant smiled.

"Three? What if we only have two people?" Zhao Xianglu was stunned.

"Then you can only send two people. Sorry, this is all the eldest lady's idea."

"This...!"

Seeing this, Zi Yan hurriedly pulled Zhao Xianglu and whispered: "It doesn't matter, two is two. In comparison, some people still come alone, which is worse than us."

The "some people" she mentioned naturally refers to the red-robed man sitting in front of the door.

"Then, please follow me to the martial arts arena now."

The maid walked out of the door first, and a large number of people followed behind.

Zhong Lijing, accompanied by Zhong Feiyue and Zhong Luocheng, walked at the back. Looking at the bustling crowd in front, Zhong Feiyue sighed in disappointment: "Big sister, you set the rules badly. Guan Xiaodou is both civil and military, and is one of the Thirteen Eagles. You eliminated a real good man."

"It's good to be both civil and military?" Zhong Luocheng disagreed.

"Then you won't marry that little prince Mu, I think the two people he brought are very strong, maybe no one here can beat them."

"I set the rules. If he can really win, I won't regret it."

"But sister..."

Hearing the dispute between the siblings, Zhong Lijing smiled and said: "Feiyue, although your sister is wild, she is not a brainless person. In this round of melee, there will be two winners. In the third round, she will choose the one she likes."

"Is that so..."

Zhong Feiyue turned her head away, looking worried.

"It's nothing, everything depends on fate!" Zhong Luocheng smiled happily.

In this country that values ​​"fate", fate is something that cannot be explained clearly, and we can only wait and see.

Everyone followed the master and servant and came to a huge arena with a radius of a thousand meters. It is located in the mountains and forests, full of spiritual energy, and it is a good place for cultivation.

"Please come on stage for the second round of contestants."

After the master and servant finished speaking, people went on the arena one after another, in groups of three or two, and tried to keep a distance from other teams.

In a big fight, to put it bluntly, whoever starts first will suffer.

The one who can stay on the arena until the end is the winner.

Because Baba did not participate in the competition in the first round, and Guan Xiaodou was eliminated because he got all three questions right, without the Hero Guild, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Bai, I feel that many people here are staring at us." Lin Mengyao stood beside Bai Chen and whispered.

Hearing this, Bai Chen smiled calmly: "If they think we are soft persimmons, then let them come and pinch us."

"The competition begins--"

As soon as the master servant finished speaking, dozens of spiritual powers suddenly burst out from the entire arena. For a moment, there was a mess of swords and shadows.

One miserable figure after another was knocked out. In a moment, there were less than 20 people left on the arena.

The gap between the strong and the weak was obvious. In a moment, all the weak were eliminated.

Bai Chen glanced and found that in addition to them, there were still the Flying Bird Guild, the Heavenly Punishment Guild, the Free and Easy Guild, the Divine Fire Guild, the Mu Palace and the red-robed man.

Seven forces, only two can be left in the end, and it is still difficult to predict who will win and who will lose.

"The laughter of that bastard in the lobby just now is enough to show that he was the one who attacked me last night!" Mu Feng pointed in the direction of Bai Chen and said gloomily.

"Okay, then I'll beat them out for you!" The big monk shook the iron stick, and countless people changed color immediately.

"Wait a minute!" The short-haired man in white clothes beside the big monk grabbed him.

At this moment, Zhao Xianglu and Zishan from the Divine Fire Guild had already walked towards Bai Chen and others.

"Brother Bai, leave them to me." Lin Mengyao's beautiful eyes were cold, and her slightly angry look also made many men's eyes dull.

While they were sighing at Lin Mengyao's beauty, they were also cursing in their hearts, why Bai Chen could get such a beautiful confidant.

"Mengyao, you take a rest first. I will solve the troubles I caused myself." Bai Chen clapped his hands casually and took a step forward.

"Look, the Chenyao Sword Sect in Zhengzhou is going to be in trouble."

"Hey, they are being targeted by the five major guilds, can they still be okay?"

"That's right. I heard they came from other countries. It's a good opportunity for them to see the strength of our Xiuyun Empire!"

The eliminated forces were all watching the show. In their opinion, Chenyao Sword Sect was just a piece of chicken ribs. Compared with the real powerful sects, it was nothing.

"Bai Chen, you stole the skills of my Shenhuo Guild. This account should be settled!" Zhao Xianglu drew her sword and pointed angrily, shouting.

Her words made the people around her look strange.

What's going on? Stealing skills?