The owner of the village frowned, his face full of incredible expressions, and he smiled coldly, "This Murong Chen is more powerful than Lu Yihan?"

"Only above, not below!"

The monk glanced at Murong Chen on the ring and said.

The monk suggested: "Let Murong Chen fight with other masters to the decisive battle, and Young Master Liu Fei will finally kill him with one blow!"

"Fei'er's Sword of Wind Can't Kill Murong Chen?"

The owner of the Shifang Villa asked in confusion.

The monk said: "Master Liu, there is no need to take that risk. Our goal is to let Young Master Liu Fei get the first place in this Dragon Falling Competition and go to the Temple of Martial God!"

"Um!"

The owner of Manor Liu nodded and said.

The results were quickly split on the other two arenas.

Wei Yue'er's first battle was very easy. She only used one sword and ended up a casual cultivator at the fifth level of the spiritual realm opposite.

Chen Feng won too.

Li Yuanba wasted a little effort and it was a bit difficult to win. Without the middle-grade magic weapon, the mountain axe, Li Yuanba was a bit difficult to win.

Wang Yu of Tianwu Palace won three games in a row with the giant sword of Holy Light.

Wang Yu is a strange face and has never released his cultivation aura. He has won three consecutive games and has a high voice to win the first place.

After Lu Yihan took the initiative to admit defeat against Murong Chen, his popularity dropped drastically.

Wang Yu from Tianwu Palace is now the most popular one.

The mid-grade divine weapon and the giant sword of the Holy Light in Wang Yu's hand have supported him a lot of aura.

Liu Fei from Shifang Villa had a bye in the first round of competition and did not take action.

"Murong Chen, it's not bad, let you live a few more days!"

Liu Fei looked at the natal divine weapon with the awakening talent of martial arts in his hand and the Qifeng Sword, and said contemptuously.

Murong Chen is very difficult to deal with, but it is his weakness without weapons and magical weapons in his hands.

Liu Fei thought to myself that Murong Chen will definitely beat you with the Storm of Wind in my hand, and I, Liu Fei, will use the Storm of Wind to cut off your head with my own hands.

Anyone who hinders me, Liu Fei, has only one ending and death.

After the first round of the Dragon City Competition, many warriors also withdraw from the Dragon City Competition.

Although the rewards for the Dragon Falling Competition are generous, it is worthy of being obtained by a powerful warrior.

The martial arts skills are not good, so when I get on the ring, I lose my life in minutes, and I lose my life. What else can I talk about?

A large number of warriors who participated in the Dragon Falling Competition quit one after another.

This also made the next day's game more interesting.

Those who stayed and continued to participate in the Dragon Falling Competition were all warriors with high martial arts cultivation.

Murong Chen, Wei Yue'er, Chen Feng, Li Yuanba, and Wang Yu all succeeded in defending the game.

The first day of the Dragon Falling Competition is over.

The three-pronged Heavenly Fox shook his fox's tail and walked over, "Master, that big monk, why didn't you kill him?"

Murong Chen said, "That monk is here to test me!"

"Hmph! I saw that the monk was from Shifang Villa. He got off the arena and kept muttering with the old guy from Shifang Villa."

The three-pupil Tianhu said angrily.

"fine!"

Murong Chen said confidently.

"Brother Chen!"

Wei Yue'er also came to Murong Chen's side.

Murong Chen said, "Yue'er! Let's go back to Murong Mansion!"

"Dad doesn't want me to participate in the second day's competition anymore. The warriors who will participate tomorrow are all very strong in overall strength!"

Wei Yue'er pouted, and was very unhappy because she couldn't participate in tomorrow's competition.

"Then don't go! The master will still be on the verge of the ring tomorrow. Let's cheer for the master together!"

The three-pupil Tianhu glanced at Wei Yue'er, who was in a depressed mood, and said.

Wei Yue'er naturally knew that Murong Bo was protecting himself and doing his own good.

In the last competition in the Dragon Falling Competition, Wei Yue'er only participated in the second round of competition.

The situation this year is different. The number of warriors participating in the competition and their overall strength are much stronger than the last time.

In addition to the improvement of the cultivation of many warriors after three years, another reason is that this year is the year when the Martial God Temple openly selects disciples.

According to the rules of the Dragon Falling Competition, Murong Chen was the first to defend the game in the first round and had to keep defending the game until the end.

On a full moon night, there is nothing to do all night.

The next day, the competition for Falling Dragon City began.

Murong Chen stood on the ring, graceful and elegant, dancing in white, "Li Yuanba, you're dead!"

"Let's fight for life and death!"

Li Yuanba was well prepared. Li Yuanba suffered too much shame on Murong Chen. Li Yuanba would rather die in battle than live alone.

"The competition begins!"
Chapter completed!