Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

The golden-scaled lion had no idea how to get back.

It is said that Wuchen Sect is the first sect in Tianwu Continent, so it is good to try your luck.

……

Wuchen Sect.

This mountain gate is surrounded by mountains, like a sharp sword thrust into the sky.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, with lush trees and exotic flowers and plants everywhere, giving it a feeling of being in a fairyland.

In front of the mountain gate stands a stone tablet dozens of feet high, with the word Wuchen written on it, which is majestic.

Bluestone steps wind down to the top of the mountain.

Heroes from all walks of life came to the mountain gate for the championship competition one after another, gathering together in small groups, whispering, competing with each other, or making friends with each other.

Qi Ping'an stood in the crowd, wearing coarse clothes and looking nothing special.

However, his eyes were bright and he was always looking around.

"This is the Wuchen Sect that is number one in the world? It really lives up to its name. Even the spiritual energy is so pure." He kept praising in admiration.

Seeing his inexperienced look, the golden-scaled lion rolled his eyes silently, and then quickly rolled his eyes back.

The wild boar has never eaten fine chaff, so that’s not surprising, that’s not surprising.

Disciples of the Wuchen Sect shuttled back and forth in front of the mountain gate.

Feeling the tyrannical aura exuding from those disciples, everyone present looked at them with a little more awe and envy.

Mind swaying.

"It's really enviable."

"Being able to join the Wuchen Sect is a great blessing!"

"I want to squeeze my brains out and get in here, but the threshold of Wuchen Sect is too high."

"..."

Amid everyone's discussion, Qi Ping'an looked into the distance, where a group of people were walking slowly.

Those people wore simple gray robes, but the expressions on everyone's faces were extremely serious.

This group of people walked straight to the high platform and sat down in order.

A tall and tall middle-aged man sat in the main seat.

He waved the whisk lightly in his hand and announced with a faint smile: "This competition is about to begin. All interested participants can take the stage on their own."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience suddenly burst into cheers like a storm.

Everyone was eager to try and rushed towards the broad stone platform in the center of the field.

There were many people participating, but there were also many people who came to watch just to join in the fun.

There were crowds of people around the stone platform.

Qi Ping'an and the Golden-Scaleed Lion found a big tree, sat down against it, and watched the battle quietly.

Not long after, hundreds of people gathered at the venue.

The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd and said loudly: "In this competition, those who are out of the circle will be considered eliminated. Whoever can stand at the end will be the winner of this competition!"

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.

Hearing the rules of the competition announced by the middle-aged man, he was immediately dumbfounded.

"What? A melee?!"

"There are hundreds of people here, and there are enemies on all sides. How can we fight?"

"This not only tests one's own strength, but also extremely tests one's own luck."

"During the fight, you must always be on guard against sneak attacks from others, tsk tsk tsk..."

"What's the difference between this rule and Gu refining? It's really cruel!"

"..."

The middle-aged man raised his arm, and a surging spiritual pressure surged out of his body and enveloped the entire audience, causing everyone's voices to suddenly stop.

"The discussion time is over, this competition begins now!"

As his voice settled down, the mountains, which had been silent for a moment, suddenly became noisy again.

On the competition stage, some people took advantage of those who had not yet reacted and were still in a daze to quietly attack.

The fight is imminent.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Boom..."

Several figures were knocked out of the field. When they landed, their bodies trembled suddenly and their eyes widened.

They staggered up and stood up, their eyes filled with confusion.

Was he eliminated like this? ? !

Their faces were full of disbelief, annoyance, unwillingness, dissatisfaction, and resentment.

"Once you leave the ring, you will be eliminated. The remaining people will continue!" The middle-aged man's voice came out again.

The bodies of those eliminated were severely shaken again.

Although there was anger in his heart, he did not dare to refute out loud.

He turned back to the surrounding stands and watched the battle.

Qi Ping'an leaned against the big tree, his eyes flickering.

"I couldn't stand up there for even a minute. It's really unlucky for these people to be eliminated." He muttered in a low voice.

Over there, the golden-scaled lion sneered coldly, "You knew it was a competition but you were still distracted. You deserved to be eliminated!"

Qi Ping'an choked: "..."

Rough words are not rough.

He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly but said nothing.

The golden-scaled lion turned to ask: "How do you participate?"

"Why should I participate?" Qi Pingan asked, spreading his hands.

"You gave me the skills. I have your guidance and I don't need to join the sect. Participating in this competition is of no use to me."

"Furthermore—"

Having said this, he paused, raised his chin, and straightened his back, "I am now a serious monk, and I am no longer on the same level as those below!"

"Such a person is so weak. If I end up, then they won't be able to play, they won't be able to play at all!!!"

"So, it's for their own good that I don't participate."

Golden-scaled lion: "..."

After hearing his reasons, the golden-scaled lion was speechless and could not utter a word.

The truth is indeed this truth.

As the two chatted, the French fight in the field had entered a fierce stage.

Only a stick of incense time passed, and only [-]% of the people in the field were still in the ring.

Qi Ping'an's eyes wandered among the crowd on the ring, and suddenly his eyes froze.

"Isn't that brother Qi Jiang? Brother Qi Jiang is here too!!"

The golden-scaled lion followed his gaze.

In the northwest corner of the arena, there was a young man in black robe standing quietly, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

The young man has a slender figure, long black and thick hair fluttering in the wind, and an extraordinary handsome face.

He had no major injuries, but many minor ones.

The left arm was stabbed and there was a bloody wound.

He simply sprinkled some medicinal powder on it to stop the bleeding, but with his big movements, traces of blood still oozed out, with a faint red color.

Oh yo yo yo.

Isn't this the person who knelt down to worship him as his teacher and then treated him as his dove?

We haven’t seen each other for a few years, are we so busy? !

The golden-scaled lion curled his lips disdainfully.

Qi Ping'an didn't pay attention to the expression of the golden-scaled lion. He looked at the man in the field without blinking, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

Before Qi Jiang and Qi Wan left, he had a hunch that they would meet again.

I didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

"Master Jin, do you think brother Qi Jiang will win?"

Before the golden-scaled lion could reply, Qi Pingan asked and answered his own question.

"It is visually estimated that his realm is between the sixth level of the physical body. It is not easy to persist until now."

"There are nearly a hundred people in the field, including many masters of the True Spirit Realm. It may not be easy to win."