Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

"Coming, coming, they're coming."

I don't know who was the first to discover the traces of Feng Wuhen and others. Immediately afterwards, the noisy crowd suddenly exploded.

Hundreds of gazes were directed towards him.

I saw Feng Wuhen, who was wearing a white robe and had a slender figure with a sword hanging from his waist, walking towards the ring.

Behind him, four young men and women dressed similarly followed closely.

The five of them are the disciples of Qinjian Villa who will participate in the arena competition today.

At this time, there was still half a stick of incense left before the arena competition, and the audience in the auditorium started talking about Feng Wuhen and the other five.

"I heard that this team teamed up to kill a tiger demon with a trace of white tiger blood at the peak of divine transformation a few days ago. It is so powerful that no one can match it except the talented disciples who are also disciples of the Holy Sect. "

"Yes, it is said that among the members of this team, the weakest one is at the middle stage of divine transformation, and there is even a master at the peak of divine transformation."

"I heard that the protons of the Netherworld Demon Sect are only in the early stage of divine transformation, and there is no way that they can be the opponent of these geniuses of the Holy Sect."

Listening to the chatter around him, Feng Wuhen frowned slightly.

These people's bragging about them now will turn into arrows to criticize Fu Wanli and others after they are defeated, hurting Fu Wanli and the other four.

But just as Feng Wuhen was thinking, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

A solemn and murderous atmosphere permeated the air, making the originally relaxed atmosphere tense and depressing.

Feng Wuhen looked up and saw a black shadow quietly appearing on the stage.

It was a young man wearing a black robe.

His face was stern and his eyes were like knives, revealing a heart-stopping sharpness.

He stood quietly in the center of the ring, with his hands behind his back, like a lonely and proud mountain standing between heaven and earth.

"Is this the proton of the Nether Demon Sect, Zhou Yiqiao?"

Feng Wuhen was secretly surprised.

Although this young man looks young, the aura exuding from his body is extremely powerful, not weaker than those of the Holy Sect disciples.

Moreover, Feng Wuhen also felt a special sense of oppression from that young man.

This feeling does not seem to come from the other party's cultivation, but from something more essential.

Divine soul.

"What a powerful soul. Judging from her condition, her physical training has not fallen behind."

"Could it be that he is also a fellow monk of the Three Paths?"

While Feng Wuhen was thinking wildly, Zhou Yiqiao, who was in the center of the ring, finally spoke.

He looked around and saw no trace of Liu Qingyun, then turned to look at Feng Wuhen and others, and asked knowingly.

"Although Palace Master Liu hasn't arrived yet, it's almost time for the competition to begin. I wonder if you would be willing to go on stage to give me some advice?"

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the air around the ring.

His eyes swept over Feng Wuhen and others one by one, and finally stopped at Feng Wuhen.

"Are you Feng Wuhen?"

Zhou Yiqiao asked.

Feng Wuhen nodded and cupped his fists.

"It's down."

"In that case, please."

Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand, motioning for him to go first.

Feng Wuhen was stunned when he heard this, then his eyes flickered for a moment before he stepped onto the ring.

After a few quiet breaths, the atmosphere between the two became tense.

"Hahaha, it looks like you two can't wait any longer."

At this moment, a hearty laugh came, breaking the tense atmosphere on the ring.

Everyone looked up and saw Liu Qingyun leading several Wenjian Palace monks out of the crowd and walking towards the ring.

"I've met Palace Master Liu!"

The master of Qinjian Villa symbolizes the villa's control over all parts of Central Continent, so after Liu Qingyun appeared, all the monks present bowed and saluted.

Liu Qingyun waved his hand to signal everyone to excuse themselves, then his eyes fell on Zhou Yiqiao and Feng Wuhen on the stage, and smiled.

"Both of you, since you are ready, let's get started."

"Ah."

Zhou Yiqiao responded, glanced at Feng Wuhen with his indifferent eyes, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Yiqiao is so arrogant this week. A monk in the early stage of becoming a god dares to despise the captain like this. He is simply looking for death!"

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's behavior, Fu Wanli and others naturally defended Feng Wuhen immediately.

"That's right, the captain is a strong man at the pinnacle of divine transformation. He is so strong that he ranks among the top ten in our Qinjian Villa. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch a single move from Yiqiao this week."

"Hmph, Zhou Yiqiao is so arrogant. The captain will teach him a lesson later and let him know what it means to be a man of high heaven and earth."

Feng Wuhen ignored the voices of Fu Wanli and the others, and stared at Zhou Yiqiao with his eyes, looking at the terrifying spiritual pressure surging on his body, his expression froze.

Zhou Yiqiao's aura displayed in that moment was so fierce that Feng Wuhen had to be more vigilant.

"Since Brother Zhou is ready, I would rather be respectful than obey."

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and turned into a white shadow, rushing towards Zhou Yiqiao.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned into a sharp sword light and struck Zhou Yiqiao headlong.

With this sword, Feng Wuhen did not hold back, but directly used his strongest sword move.

A blast of Dao Senhan's piercing sword energy burst out, enveloping Zhou Yiqiao.

"Senior Brother Feng is mighty!"

"Kill the enemy invaders!"

Seeing Feng Wuhen's sword moves, Fu Wanli and others suddenly became excited and shouted in unison.

However, before the shouts of several people could stop, they saw Zhou Yiqiao catching the sharp sword with his bare hands on the ring.

He didn't use any magic weapon, he just stretched out two fingers and lightly clamped Feng Wuhen's sword.

"this......"

Seeing this scene, Fu Wanli and others immediately opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhou Yiqiao on the stage with disbelief.

This guy actually blocked the captain's full blow with two fingers. How is this possible?

Feng Wuhen's face also showed shock.

In that blow just now, he used 70% of his strength, which was enough to cut off a large river.

However, Zhou Yiqiao actually offset it with two fingers.

"Very surprised?"

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at Feng Wuhen lightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a playful arc.

"You are no match for me. If you admit defeat now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

At this moment, he is still preparing for his trip to Qinjian Villa.

"Haha, it seems like I have to show my true ability, otherwise you will really underestimate me..."

Feng Wuhen's eyes seemed to have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and finally condensed into a firm and decisive force.