Yi Beichen stayed in the hotel for two days and has been practicing hard.

However, the breakthrough he was looking forward to had not arrived for a long time, and the opportunities he needed might not be enough... Now that the martial arts conference is imminent, Yi Beichen had to stop and take Xiaoyu to the arena built by the Yan family.

In the northern suburbs of Luocheng, in a valley with birds singing and flowers fragrance.

Hundreds of strong cultivators have gathered here, either from various major families and forces, or from the famous casual cultivators.

Anyway, no one is a fictional person. After all, there must be strong people coming out in this arena of fighting for the remnants of the treasure map.

Without enough strength, I can't receive an invitation letter at all.

Yi Beichen and Xiaoyu sat in the corner in a low-key manner, watching the famous bigwigs greet each other, like old friends who had met again after a long time.

Yi Beichen understood that these people were eager to die quickly.

Not only because they are about to be competitors on the ring, but also because their family is constantly in conflict.

"Uncle Yi, why do others call friends in groups, but you don't have friends?"

Xiaoyu raised her cute little head and asked in confusion.

This... I have to say, this sentence really made Yi Beichen a little bit of a question.

That's true. Yi Beichen has many powerful enemies, and basically someone wants his life at all times.

But in martial arts, he really has few friends.

Mou Laosan may be half... But I don’t know what happened to him now. Anyway, Yi Beichen did not find Mou Laosan in the organizer on such a big arena.

Could it be that he is now... just as Yi Beichen was worried, a voice sounded behind him, making his nerves tense up instantly.

"Yi Beichen, the Buddha told me to say hello to you."

Buddha Lord?

These two words are like taboos in Yi Beichen's heart. Whenever he hears them, they will make Yi Beichen's hostility arise.

"Who are you?"

Yi Beichen turned his head, but found a man with a strong figure and a heroic dress was walking towards him, and his eyebrows also revealed a arrogant and unruly look.

"In the battle madman, he is ranked seventh in the eight Buddhist generals."

Zhan Kuang raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Yi Beichen with a provocative look.

"Eight Buddhist generals?

All of them are new faces until now."

Yi Beichen said calmly.

Although he is incompatible with Buddhism, he is not suitable for using martial arts in this occasion.

"What the leader of Longmen said is that the seats of our eight Buddhist generals are always changing, and those with strength are concerned about the place.

So the eight generals of Longmen are far from comparable to yesterday.”

Although Zhan Kuang's expression was humble, his tone was full of sharpness.

"Oh, so, do you think you have enough strength?"

Yi Beichen asked in a plain tone.

"So that's it!"

Zhan Kuang smiled knowingly, stared at Yi Beichen and said, "I hope you can go further in the martial arts conference. When the final circle is in the finals, I will let you see my power in a crushing defeat."

"It will also make you clearly realize that the first chair in the dark world is time to give it to our Buddhists."

After saying that, Zhan Kuang took a step and passed Yi Beichen.

And at this moment, the two people suddenly released the breath in their bodies.

Two majestic auras like the sea collided fiercely at the moment when they passed by.

The next second, the momentum of the two people shattered at the same time.

Yi Beichen's body shook and his expression became extremely serious.

He hasn't seen many people who can smash his momentum into pieces in the world.

Zhan Kuang didn't move at all, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the temptation just now, he has indeed gained a small advantage.

It was just this little bit that made him feel that he could defeat Yi Beichen head-on.

However, he didn't know that Yi Beichen had just deliberately shown weakness. After all, in such an occasion where experts gather, the wood is in the forest and the wind will destroy it.

For example, now, many experts from the top martial arts families have already set their sights on the war maniac... This is the experience of the martial arts world.

Zhan Kuang was obviously too young! At this moment, Yan Dongxu, the chief director of the organizer, walked onto the arena.

Today, Yan Dongxu was wearing strong clothes, showing his heroic and extraordinary eyebrows.

He first bowed to everyone with standard Chinese etiquette, and then announced loudly.

"Everyone, I am honored to invite you to Luocheng to attend the martial arts conference I held."

"I have prepared the treasure map for the rest.

After the winner is decided, I will present it with both hands.”

"Of course, there are rules in this ring. Please listen to me patiently..." Yi Beichen sat quietly in the corner, automatically filtered out all the nonsense of Yan Dongxu, and finally came to only three conclusions.

First, the biggest rule at this martial arts conference is that there are no rules.

Any means, any weapon, or any skill can be used.

The so-called Eight Immortals cross the sea and each show their magical powers.

As long as you can defeat the enemy, it will be within the scope of the rules.

Second, this Martial Arts Conference adopts a lottery system.

As long as you lose one game, you will be disqualified forever and there is no resurrection match to play.

Third, all those participating in the martial arts conference must sign a life-and-death certificate.

On the ring, life and death are not irrelevant, and the organizer does not bear any responsibility.

This is not much different from fighting a black boxing.

However, it is this kind of unpretentious and unpredictable stage competition that can better demonstrate the cruelty and bloodiness of martial arts.

This is the most real martial arts! After Yan Dongxu finished speaking, he immediately entered the lottery.

All participants walked towards the center of the ring and then drew a card from a secret box one by one.

On this card, all competitors will face next and the time to get on board.

Yi Beichen walked at the end of the team, so he had no choice but to take out the only remaining card from it.

"The seventh game of the Tianzi Arena!"

Xiaoyu, who was sitting on Yi Beichen's shoulder, stared at the card and said in a gentle tone: "Uncle Yi, who would be the person who drew the same card as you?"

"He is really unfortunate. He actually faces a strong man like you in the first ring game. Wouldn't he be going home soon?"

However, at this moment, an extremely rough voice sounded, mixed with a strong Northeast accent.

"Little girl movie, how do you talk?"

"Who will win to death? I can't take care of this!"
Chapter completed!