Two months later, under a peak with mountains, people were already gathered.

This is the Hundred Martial Saint Mountain, which will hold the Hundred Martial Arts Conference for the First-class Aristocratic Family.

Usually, there is barrier protection here, which is impossible for ordinary people to find.

But now, the barrier is revoked, the holy mountain appears, and cultivators from all over the spiritual world are notified that those who think they are gifted want to try their own opportunities. If they are lucky and are attracted by any of the best-in-class families, it will be that the carp leaps on the dragon gate and is well developed.

As a result, the entire foot of the mountain was suddenly filled with people, and there were endless people of all kinds, with different strengths gathered together, all with hope.

Yang Feng was also among them, pretending to be an ordinary cultivator to find out what his attitude was when the top-notch family got their notification.

Should we continue to go all the way to the dark, or should we reform and reform according to our own words, cultivate saints, and strive for a way to survive for the upcoming Great Trial of the World Destruction.

"All participants start to register and queue according to their location. Do not jump into the line and make noise, otherwise they will be killed!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded like a morning bell. The intense sound made everyone present feel pain in their eardrums.

People looked up and saw that at some point, there was an arrogant old man in green robe standing in the clouds, looking down at everything below.

Moreover, many masters have already guessed that the level of cultivation is definitely a strong man above the third level of the Martial King.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts were terrified and they didn't dare to make noise anymore. They bowed respectfully and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Only Yang Feng glanced at him, shook his head indifferently, and smiled.

It's no big deal to be a thunder martial king in the middle stage of the third level.

The reason why his voice was loud just now was obviously because he used the thunder-type shock.

But unfortunately, there is no heaven-level thunder element bonus in his thunder power, and even the components of heaven-level thunder are not even in his bloodline.

This only shows that he is just a minion in the top-notch family, not a core member.

A deep splendor flashed in his eyes, and Yang Fengyi happily lined up with the crowd. At the head of the line, some staff had already moved a chair and a table and registered everyone.

At the same time, on the top of the Holy Mountain, four or five old figures looked at the contestants below, with indescribable solemn expressions.

After a little, an old man murmured: "Old Zhai, isn't that old guy from Luo's family already coming from news? The demon god Di Abro Demon Lord has arrived and issued instructions. What's the use of us still doing the Hundred Martial Arts Congress here?"

"That's right, that old guy said that Yang Feng is the spiritual child of Demon Lord Di'abro, and the demon god has arrived, but... must be true?"

Old Zhai smacked his lips twice and murmured.

The old man around was startled and said in surprise: "Do you suspect that Luo Tiancheng is lying?

No way?

I heard that the evil god worshipped by the Jiang family was burned to ashes by Yang Feng in one move. If Yang Feng was not a demon god coming to the world, how could he have such divine power?”

"Did you see the evil god being killed with your own eyes?

Can't it be fake?"

“How could this…be fake?

At that time, the three fathers and daughters of the Luo family and the boy of the Jiang family saw them with their own eyes!"

"If this matter was lying to the Luo family, then the Luo family would not believe it.

As for the boy from the Jiang family, hehe, he wants to be a son-in-law of the Luo family, he can be considered half of the Luo family."

Mr. Zhai smiled and murmured.

The faces of the people around him were all condensed, and they were inexplicably: "Old Zhai, what do you mean?

Do you suspect that the Luo family created a fake demon god and there is a fake news?

What good is this for them?”

"Dear friends, Luo Tiancheng, this old boy, usually has a lot of complaints about the world we govern now. It is hard to guarantee that he did not use the mouth of the demon god to achieve his own unspeakable purpose. If you want to change our stable system that has been built for 100,000 years, everyone must not forget their original intentions and be cautious."

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and Old Zhai stared at everyone and said, "Everyone must clearly recognize it, that is, those indigenous people died in war, and the reason why the demons punished them was also caused by war.

If we want to live with this world, we must be stable and never be confused.

Anyone who wants to reform and mess up our stable system is a rebel and must not tolerate it!"

Um... Silence, everyone looked at each other, and all frowned deeply.

After a while, someone said, "Old Zhai, if the demon god really judged the indigenous people because of the war, then why are we now being judged?

Maybe we've been wrong all these years..." "Shut up!"

With a loud shout, Mr. Zhai interrupted him directly, and then said earnestly: "Dear friends, don't start to doubt the judgment of our ancestors back then just because the great judgment is approaching.

What we did is definitely correct. If there is any mistake, it is only because we did not do it thoroughly enough.

There are still some small wars in this world that aroused the dissatisfaction of the gods.

We should strengthen this four-hierarchy system more firmly, so that people can stay in their own class willingly, so that the world can be more stable and the demon god will be more satisfied."

Is this really the case?

Without saying anything, everyone began to think quietly.

Old Zhai looked at them deeply, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Alas, in the face of great difficulties, people's minds change, and the team is getting harder and harder to lead.

After breathing out a long breath of turbid air, Mr. Zhai said again: "Forget it, I won't discuss these for now.

The key is that we have issued a notice from the Hundred Martial Arts Conference. If it is suddenly cancelled, it is equivalent to breaking the trust of the world. Where is the prestige of our top-notch family?

So let's do it first, what if the real spirit boy is here?"

"I hope so."

The other old men nodded slightly and turned away with a lonely expression.

Looking at their backs, Old Zhai's eyes shook and became more and more solemn.

Whoosh! Suddenly, a blue figure flashed past, bowed to Lao Zhai and said, "Grandpa, grandson asks for advice if you have something to do."

"explain!"

"Do I need to attend this Hundred Martial Arts Conference?"

"Assess, all young talents must participate, and no one is the exception."

His fist suddenly tightened, and Old Zhai looked at the noisy crowd at the foot of the mountain and said firmly: "No matter what, the demon god's spiritual child must be found from this competition."

Uh! His body stagnated, and the young man was puzzled: "Why is grandpa so persistent?"

"You don't understand, this is related to our Zhai family's status among the top-notch families."

Taking a deep breath, Old Zhai murmured: "The top-level design of the four-level spiritual world was originally proposed by our Zhai family and implemented it to the end.

If this system is designed incorrectly, we will be sinners throughout the ages and will definitely be abandoned by these families.

Now, the demon god in the Luo family wants to change is our design.

Therefore, the demon god of the Luo family must not be real. We must find the real demon god child in this Hundred Martial Arts Conference."

"But..." Hearing his words, the young man pondered for a moment, "What if the demon god of the Luo family is real?"
Chapter completed!