Today is the martial arts competition in the Earth Spirit Realm every five years. Each martial arts competition will give birth to many amazing genius young people who are attracted by the four top families.

From then on, many children of small and medium-sized families in this competition want to prove themselves through this competition. As long as they can join the four top families, the power behind them will also rise with the rise.

Last week, the youth gathering quickly became the hot topic of discussion among many warriors because of Jiang Cheng's appearance. It was revealed that on the day of the party, Wang Xiaohui threatened to kill Jiang Cheng at the martial arts competition.

Some people say that Jiang Cheng has a strong cultivation level comparable to the Nine Stars General, and some people say that he is just a clown, but no matter how he evaluates it, Jiang Cheng’s reputation in Wangjing City is already well known. Some people even set up a bet at Wangjing City Baolai Inn, which bets on the peak duel between Jiang Cheng and Wang Xiaohui.

This approach quickly became popular in Wangjing City, and many warriors came to bet. In the end, there were tens of thousands of warriors involved, while only 20% of the warriors who Ai Jiangcheng won, and most of them felt that Wang Xiaohui would win.

In the Bafang Inn, Jiang Cheng was not aware of everything that happened outside. During this week, he did not leave the room, but entered a deep level of cultivation.

Jiang Cheng calculated the time and knew that today was the day of a great competition. He slowly opened his star eyes. He found that the conditions for opening the fifth divine acupoint in the "Ten Plenary Techniques" were not satisfied at all in the Earth Spirit Realm, because the violent spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Earth Spirit Realm could at most support him to open the fourth divine acupoint. Jiang Cheng was helpless about this. He didn't know whether he could support him to open more divine acupoints in the Shenzhou World.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came. Jiang Cheng had an idea and said with a smile: "Brother Qing Cang, please come in!"

Liu Qingcang pushed the door and looked at Jiang Cheng strangely: "Brother Jiang, how did you know that it was me outside the door!"

"If one day you can comprehend the soul, you will find many wonderful uses!"

Seeing Jiang Cheng’s words so mysterious, Liu Qingcang smiled awkwardly and said, “You won’t forget today’s martial arts competition, right? Let’s go quickly!”

Jiang Cheng didn't say much, and stood up and walked towards the Wangjing competition venue with Liu Qingcang.

Walking on the spacious street, Jiang Cheng could always see the passing warrior looking at him with a strange look. Jiang Cheng frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Qing Cang, has something happened in the city these days?"

"Hmm? You don't know?" Liu Qingcang was stunned.

"What do I know?"

"Now you are a stolen person in Wangjing, and your fame is no worse than those nine-star sources! What happened on the day of the party last week has long been spread by people with some thoughts. I don't know who set up a bet on who will win the battle between you and Wang Xiaohui."

After hearing this, Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Unexpectedly, a fierce fight became a gambling game in the eyes of everyone.

Then, Jiang Cheng looked at Liu Qingcang strangely and said, "You won't participate in the gambling too, are you?"

"Hehe! I bet a little too." Liu Qingcang scratched his head awkwardly, then glared again, and said, "But don't worry, I bet you can

win!"

"How do you make sure I can win?"

"If you can take action, it proves that you must be sure. If you are not sure, you will definitely not do anything!" Liu Qingcang smiled sly.

"You know me quite well!"

"Brother Jiang, are you sure that if you lose, I will go bankrupt!"

"Hmph, what's my business?"

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the competition venue in the central area of ​​Wangjing City. At this moment, it was crowded, and the scene of tens of thousands of people made the place like a vegetable market at the intersection of the street, and was in chaos.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly to avoid the crowd. After signing up with Liu Qingcang, an obese old man handed the two of them a token. Jiang Cheng held it in his hand and saw the word "six" written on the back of the wooden token. Jiang Cheng knew that this should mean the No. 6 competition venue.

The token that Liu Qingcang obtained was the word "five", so after the two separated, they each came to the corresponding competition venue. Liu Qingcang will not mention it for the time being, Jiang Cheng here

When I arrived at the outside of the No. 6 competition venue, I found that there were already people. Standing in the distance, Jiang Cheng couldn't see the situation inside, and could only hear the messy shouts.

"Looking at the boy wearing a green long gown, I'm not happy!" A big stubborn man below looked disdainful.

"Then you shut up, my son is competing!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Jiang Cheng felt helpless and squeezed through the crowd. When he arrived at the front row, he saw a young man in a long blue gown standing in the huge competition venue, holding a long sword emitting a light in his hand, with a proud look on his face.

A young man in black robe kept rolling on the ground, screaming in his mouth, and one of his arms was not far from him.

At this time, an old man in red robe walked onto the stage and said loudly: "Sein Fei won this game!"

When the middle-aged man heard the words of the old man in red robe, he was immediately overjoyed: "Fei'er did a good job, my Song family generation depends on you! Keep working hard!"

"Hmph, just with the cultivation level of your son Seven Star Source General, you will be eliminated sooner or later. How can you be happy here?" The slut man was insulted by him just now and said sneeringly.

"If you don't accept it, you can also appear. With your six-star source general's cultivation, Fei'er can kill you with one hand! My son is the best heir of my Song family in history. With these rotten garlic, he is not a match for my son!"

Soon, the young man with broken arms and black robe was carried off the competition venue. Song Fei glanced at the many warriors in the audience and said with a smile: "Who else wants to challenge me? You can go on stage. Let's wait."

Many contestants in the audience stared at each other.

"Cao, this kid is too crazy. Let me go up and teach him a lesson!" A young man drank and immediately stepped onto the ring.

However, Song Fei was knocked off the ring by three moves and two moves. The young man fell to the ground and looked at Song Fei in fear.

Then someone took the stage to compete with Seung Fei, but not long after, he was either knocked off the ring or was cut off like the young man in black robe.

"Mr. Song is so powerful. He fought alone with eight people, but he was not defeated!"

"Yes, I think his cultivation is a seven-star source general, but his actual combat power is probably going to reach the eight-star source general, right?"

When the middle-aged man saw everyone praising his son, he said proudly: "Although he has not reached the Eight Star Source General, it is not far away!"

There was a lot of discussion below, and Song Fei could hear it clearly, and there was a hint of ejaculation in his heart. He knew that there were only ten contestants in each ring. Now that he challenged eight people, he was still the last one. As long as he won, he could enter the promotion competition smoothly. If he was lucky and could be favored by the four top families, his future would be bright. Thinking of this, Song Fei showed a smile on his lips.

During this period, Jiang Cheng stood aside and watched the game, neither making a sound nor taking the stage. He didn't care about everyone's shouts and the boasting of middle-aged people.

At this time, Song Fei glanced at the audience and said loudly: "I wonder if the last brother has arrived?"

Song Fei had already spoken, and the entire No. 6 competition venue suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, no one knew who the last person was. "Damn, where did the last person go?"

"Hmph, maybe I'm scared away when I see Mr. Song's greatness."

As soon as these words were spoken, the warriors around burst into laughter.

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Song Fei thought that the last man had been scared away, and was very satisfied with the result, because he was already exhausted at this moment. Then he turned around and looked at the old man in red and said respectfully: "Senior, if the last man is not here, can the final result of the competition be announced?"

The old man in red glanced at the stage and shouted loudly: "If no one appears on stage, then I will announce that Mr. Song is the best..."

"Let's wait!"

A voice instantly interrupted the old man in red.

Many warriors present looked at each other, and soon everyone and Song Fei set their eyes on Jiang Cheng at the same time.

"Damn, why did this kid speak out? What did you do long ago?"

"I don't dare to run away on stage, either?"

"Tsk! This kid only has the cultivation level of a five-star source general. Even if he competes, he will definitely not be a match for Mr. Song!"

Listening to the support of many warriors in the audience for him, Song Fei's originally unhappy mood instantly improved. After discovering that Jiang Cheng only had the cultivation level of a five-star general, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, brother, Song promises not to hurt you!"

Jiang Cheng ignored the contempt around him and said with a smile: "You are average in strength, but you are lucky, but when you meet me, you may have to give up the promotion position!"

"This kid is just a five-star general, what big-tailed wolf is pretending to be!"

"Damn, boy, if you have the ability, you will beat Mr. Song!"

When the middle-aged man heard Jiang Cheng's words, he felt unhappy, but he did not speak out. He believed that his son would win in the end.

When Song Fei saw that Jiang Cheng looked down on him, he was angry, but his face was still as if it were spring breeze. He smiled and said, "Then please come on stage to compete one or two!"

Jiang Cheng didn't answer either. He had nothing to say about such a person. He flashed his body and instantly came to Song Fei's three feet away.

With Song Fei's eyes, how could he see Jiang Cheng's body movements? Although he still had a smile on his face, he felt a little bad premonition in his heart. However, he didn't believe that Jiang Cheng's five-star source general could beat him, so he said confidently: "I'll let you take action first, otherwise, with the cultivation of your five-star source general, there would be no chance at all."

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and nodded, "Then I'm not polite!" Jiang Cheng disappeared from the spot in an instant, appeared again and had already arrived in front of Song Fei.

He punched casually. Although Jiang Cheng did not use all his strength at all, his speed was still terrible.

Song Fei felt a flash in front of him, and a fist shadow attacked, and he was shocked. His whole body retreated quickly and bent his arms to resist.

"Touch!" A dull sound rang throughout the competition venue.
Chapter completed!