My space becomes the world

"Why aren't you excited at all? You look like a little old man."

Chu Xinghe was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He didn't expect Su Ho to ask him, so he replied calmly: "There's nothing to be excited about."

Su Ho wrinkled his nose and said, "You are really a weirdo."

Du Liang, who was sitting next to Su Ho, interjected: "Miss, ignore him. He is a country bumpkin who has never seen much of the world. He must be shocked now." The first sentence was flattering, and the latter sentence was contemptuous.

Chu Xinghe frowned slightly, it was very annoying that Du Liang was always causing trouble for him. The reason why he was so calm, apart from being confident in his own strength, was mainly to observe the environment. Qin Jian's methods opened his eyes. At first, he thought it was a fantasy town, but later he rejected his idea. This formation is more like space movement. Qin Jian's strength is unfathomable as he moves nearly five hundred people at once.

Chu Xinghe just secretly sent a message to Emperor Wantong, and Wantong gave a reasonable explanation: "Because Qin Jian's attainments in space are difficult to judge, he probably relied on the formation flag in his hand. The master does not dare to release his mental power now." After investigation, the formation flag must be of high quality. It is likely to belong to the royal family."

Chu Xinghe agrees with this answer. He knows how difficult it is to practice spatial spiritual patterns. It is not surprising that the royal family masters the space spirit pattern. After all, as the ruler of Qinglong Kingdom, his accumulation over the years must be extremely rich.

He carefully recalled Qin Jian's magic spell. Stones from other mountains could attack jade, and he might be able to gain some insights from it.

At this time, Zhou Li said: "The ring adopts the reincarnation system. Each major family will come to the stage in order of seating to challenge. The winner will continue to defend the ring, and the loser will not be eligible to continue the game. Those who win three games in a row can step down and rest. There is no one in the family. Those who challenge will be deemed to have given up. If there is no one in the audience to challenge, the champion of the Tianjiao Competition will be his."

"The casual cultivators will set up a separate battlefield for a melee, with a maximum of four people left in the ring. They can enter the final championship competition."

Compared with the orderliness of the major forces, the battle among casual cultivators can be described as quite unfair. This is reality. If you want fairness, you must have strength. This is also intentional by the royal family. Even if these capable casual cultivators are eliminated, they will be won over by the military. If they are unwilling to join the army, there will be family forces to win them over.

This is undoubtedly an opportunity for San Cultivators to show themselves, so even if it is unfair, San Cultivators are eager to compete in the Imperial City Talent Competition.

"Come on stage!" Zhou Li yelled at the casual cultivators. The casual cultivators rushed to the middle of the arena without hesitation. During the sprint, several people had already attacked the people around them. Their game had begun. .

The scene is very chaotic, everyone is attacking each other, everyone is the enemy. Fire fists and ice palms flew everywhere, piercing the ground, and strong winds raged.

In less than ten minutes, half of them were dead or injured. Some were lucky enough to rush back to the steps after being injured, shouting to give up. Those who were unlucky would have their heads chopped off by weapons that came from nowhere.

Many young people from big families changed their expressions slightly when they saw this bloody scene, and some of them started to retreat. Most people looked indifferent. These people with normal expressions were obviously ruthless characters who had experienced fighting.

Every young life of about twenty years old was ruined in this short period of time. Chu Xinghe looked at the arena quietly and sighed slightly. He is not afraid, but feels sorry for these young people. This is the end of not having strength.

Su Ho's little face turned pale slightly. She had been well protected since she was a child. She had never experienced such a scene. Every scene under the stands impacted her soul. She watched helplessly as a head flew up and was trampled under someone's feet. In the end, even her body was used as a shield to resist other people's attacks.

The world of cultivation is cruel. If you want to live, you have to fight.

"Okay, kill him, kill him!" A shout suddenly came from the stands, attracting everyone's attention. Chu Xinghe looked around and saw a young man with blood-red hair, clenching his fists and shouting excitedly to the bottom of the stands.

Su Ho said with a disgusted tone: "His name is Xue Wuyi. He is the young master of the Xue family. He is cruel. Not only a thousand but also eight hundred people died at his hands. I heard that he needs to rely on people to practice. Human blood, but there is no evidence. He claims to use animal blood. There are many masters in the family, and no one dares to offend him."

Xue Wuyi's cry aroused dissatisfaction among many people, but due to the strength of his family, no one stopped him.

The slaughter continued, and as the numbers dwindled, the chaos slowly subsided. Those who were powerful were spontaneously divided and surrounded by others to beat them.

Among them, three people attracted the most attention: a lithe girl in black clothes, walking quickly through the crowd. She held two mandarin duck swords in her hands, just to parry, not to kill. The people around him could not trap her no matter what, and she could easily break through the encirclement and suppression every time. Finally, everyone gave up, and now she was standing aside, holding her two swords upside down. He looked at the fighting in the field with a smile.

The second one was a burly man, who was obviously a body-refining monk. He was unarmed and relied only on his fists to beat everyone so hard that they couldn't move forward. His fists would collide with weapons from time to time, making the sound of gold and stone hitting each other. He faced behind him He did not dodge the attacks launched by the Qi Refining Cultivators and resisted them entirely with his physical body. A long knife with flames slashed violently at his back. The strong man stood still and allowed the long knife to enter his body. With a clang, the attacker will be blown away. Before the man who fell to the ground could get up, he was slapped on the head by a red palm print that flew from nowhere, and he suddenly died.

The last person was a young man with a Chinese character face, his sword eyebrows were raised upright, and he was slashing with a long knife. He was holding an ancestral sword, which had already cut off many people's weapons. Most of the people attacking him were Qi Refining monks. They did not rely on weapons and only used spells to attack the young man.

The young man showed no fear and waved the long sword in an airtight manner. The attacking spells would disappear with a single slash from the long sword. He advanced against the attack and chased a group of Qi Refining monks.

"Breaking the Law Sword! I never thought that after forty years of silence, I could still see the style of the Law-Breaking Sword." An old general among the generals murmured with a nostalgic look on his face. He had a guess about the young man's identity, but he was not sure.

Not only the people in the audience were talking about it, but even the emperor sitting in a high position showed a look of reminiscence. He waved his hand and called the chief eunuch who was waiting beside him. He didn't know what he had ordered. Soon a young eunuch walked quickly to the old eunuch and took a black token. Disappear into the arena….