Chapter 939: Prepare for War with All Your Strength, Fight for the God of War

In the end, Wang Jun still couldn't defeat Mr. Xuan, so he simply followed Mr. Xuan's instructions, quit the academy, and came to Chenyao Sword Sect to become an ordinary disciple.

Originally, Bai Chen wanted to give him the position of elder, but he insisted on being an ordinary disciple.

He wanted to know why the teacher asked him to go out with Bai Chen and what this man younger than him could bring to him.

Looking back at the indifferent man with closed eyes in the corner, Bai Chen stood up, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "From today on, these fifteen people will start to practice hard. This time for the Shenwu Conference, we You must not be embarrassed!"

He didn’t threaten to win the championship...

Bai Zhixue raised her eyes and looked at Bai Chen. She finally understood that this Shenwu Conference was far from comparable to the Xingwu Conference in Youzhou!

In the following days, sixteen members of the Chenyao Sword Sect, including Bai Chen, began to enter sixteen deep mountains to practice in seclusion.

If you want to make a name for yourself on the mainland, you must rely on hard power, and it must not be the case that the three contestants have suffered defeats and become famous by sensationalism.

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A space teleportation array.

Two elders, one tall and one short, walked out of the teleportation space of the Xinglan Temple. They first bowed to the Guardian God of the space station, and then walked away from the Shiwan Mountain.

"Qi Quan, this move of yours is too cruel. You didn't tell them the truth."

"Hey, who makes the Phoenix Temple not know how to appreciate it! This Shenwu Conference is the same as in previous years. The final prize is the rumored Thousand Fantasy Nightshade Grass!"

Hearing Qi Quan's gloomy words, Qi Que couldn't help but salivate: "Yes, Thousand Fantasy Nightshade Grass, it takes thousands of years to take shape, and it takes ten thousand years to become a grass. It has many changes and is hard to find in the world! Such a treasure, as a divine weapon The final reward of the conference should have been vigorously fought for by all forces, but unfortunately, this grass... is what Wanchao Pavilion has been looking for!"

Qi Quan shook his round waist and sneered: "Hmph! After so many years, the other three divine veins still know how to understand the current affairs. Facing me, the elders of Xinglan Temple, they all have enough pockets and beauties. Who can let this Phoenix Temple You don’t know how to praise me! You know, the fate of the Martial Gods in the past dynasties was extremely miserable~"

"Old Quan, although other domains know that the reward of this conference is a hot potato and will not send front-line forces to participate, it is not a secret that our temple uses this conference to lure Wanchao Pavilion out of its cave. The second- and third-rate forces in the Eastern Region no longer come to participate in the conference. Let’s take the last one as an example. The three representative teams they sent were all the fifth-rate forces in the Eastern Region. These forces who were kept in the dark held the Coming to the championship with enthusiasm, do you think Phoenix Temple has a chance of winning against those strong men?"

"Uh... Oh my God, why did I forget this!" Qi Quan couldn't help but slap his thigh: "Yes, any fifth-rate force from the Eastern Region can easily defeat the people of the Phoenix God's Palace. They are so backward. It’s impossible for the Phoenix Temple to win the championship.”

"Yes, that's why I said, you made a miscalculation."

Qi Quan gradually stopped, and the image of Chu Junran slapping him once again appeared in his mind, and his little eyes narrowed with a hint of coldness: "No, although the Phoenix Temple is lonely, that little Tianfeng seems to be very strong, maybe she Can I get the final title of God of War?"

"If you want to say that, then I won't say any more. I predict that the champion this time will still be from the Eastern Region. It would be a miracle for one of these people from the Southern Region to advance out of the group stage and enter the top 16! "

"Well……"

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As Qi Quan and Qi Que said, the Shenwu Conference in Xinglan Temple had become a trap that the world rarely knew ten thousand years ago.

Since the death of the Martial God, some elders of the Xinglan Temple were greedy for profit. When receiving favors from some powerful forces, they also informed those forces of the secrets of the Emperor's strict orders.

The championship reward is determined to allow the strong men of Wanchao Pavilion to hunt down the Martial God, so every treasure is what Wanchao Pavilion has been looking for for many years.

This has also resulted in the fact that in every Xinglan Shenwu Conference for the past 10,000 years, the first-line forces and even the second-line forces from all major regions have been absent as a group. The only ones who can participate are the four major regions who are famous but not enough to dominate one party. , five-line forces.

These forces were kept in the dark. When they received the invitation letter from Xinglan Temple, they were overjoyed.

For the sake of honor, they fought at the venue and fought one thrilling and exciting duel after another.

But the last Martial Gods, without exception, were all assassinated by the powerful men of Wanchao Pavilion after leaving Xinglan Temple!

Up to now, the champions of the Shenwu Conference in the past are still monopolized by the forces from the Eastern Region, but the quality of the conference is no longer what it used to be.

If Feng Shen Shen can be courteous enough to Qi Quan and Qi Que, Qi Quan will also tell them about this. In order to avoid colliding with the mainland's mysterious force Wanchao Pavilion, Feng Shen Shen will never come to compete. When the time comes, representatives The three teams participating in the Southern Region are probably at the same level as Feixing Villa.

However, a conspiracy is quietly spreading.

Although the Southern Territory has sent out the three strongest forces, as Qi Que said, even so, their chances of winning the championship in the conference are still slim.

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Two months later.

Sixteen people from the Chenyao Sword Sect, headed by the sect leader Bai Chen, finally came out of seclusion. Under the envious eyes of countless disciples, they walked up the huge red Luan, singing and saluting all the way.

Qingluan, Hongluan, and Bailuan are the three major mounts left over from the ancient times of the Phoenix Temple. These three divine beasts have little combat ability, but their flying speed is superb.

Above the calm sky.

Mr. Xuan, who was wearing a white robe, stood with his head bowed among the clouds. He stared at the three flying birds in the distance, which disappeared into the sky in a flash. A trace of water appeared in Gu Jing Wubo's old eyes.

Those talented juniors are finally leaving here and heading to a wider field.

This kind of fighting spirit of never looking back and moving forward courageously is so good...

Above Qingluan, Chu Junran was leading about twenty people. The red robes of the Phoenix Temple they wore shone like flames under the direct sunlight in winter.

Above Hongluan, the sixteen members of the Chenyao Sword Sect, led by Bai Chen, all wore the clothes they liked. They did not order uniform clothes. In Bai Chen's words, this is called freedom.

Above Bai Luan, there was only Shu Kexin, sitting calmly on Luan's back, with his eyes closed in a leisurely manner, which made people look as solemn as if they were in trance.

Bai Chen and Chu Junran looked at each other dozens of meters apart. They both looked into the wind towards the golden setting sun in the west. They raised the corners of their mouths and muttered softly almost at the same time.

"God of War, it must be me!"