All nine empresses betrayed me, why am I crying after being reborn as a saint?

A sneer appeared on Chen Yuan's lips. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that the first enemy he encountered was from the ghost tribe. If this was the case, it would be bad luck for these guys!

After the drawing of lots lasted for a period of time, the meeting of the martial arts competition finally came to an end.

Under the king's special arrangement, all sects were able to enter the inn specially prepared in advance to rest.

If you have sufficient resources, you can also look for a better inn nearby, but if you really do this, it would be somewhat disrespectful to the host.

Therefore, most people don’t care much about this kind of thing and just find a place to live.

After all, most of the people participating in the competition are practitioners. Sometimes when they encounter harsh environments, they don’t even care about accommodation conditions and just lie on the ground to sleep, so they will not be picky about the dishes.

However, there were some people who were really short-sighted. They disliked the inn arranged by the host because it was too shabby, so they relied on themselves to add a lot of resources and used their own powerful strength to threaten others. They directly chose the most luxurious inn in the city and led all their people to live there.

The person who caused this kind of thing was naturally the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan, who had an extremely high-profile style of doing things.

"I've heard in advance that you will be fighting against Chen Yuan tomorrow!"

When it was time to rest at night, the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan specially called all the people who had drawn the lucky number during the day, and then gave them some careful instructions.

After the disciple walked away, the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan revealed a twisted smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Just wait for me, Chen Yuan. I will make you pay a very painful price!"

His heart was already beginning to get very excited, as if he had already seen that in the upcoming game, Chen Yuan would fail in front of everyone because of some reason.

After what happened before, Chen Yuan can be said to have completely become a ghost or even a demon in his heart. If he doesn't eliminate this guy one day, his heart will never be at peace.

Then in the following period of time, the martial arts competition has begun.

The number Chen Yuan drew was for tomorrow's batch, so during this time he was very bored and wandering around.

Because the arena was protected by a very solid formation, he didn't need to worry about the power inside affecting him. Every time he passed an arena, he would observe carefully for a while, and then record all the areas where these people were good at, and then enter the next arena.

Since today can be said to be the same day that the martial arts competition begins, the enthusiasm of everyone watching this game is extremely high, and passionate cheers can be heard from time to time.

However, although there were very enthusiastic audiences, there were also many people who had been silently preparing on the side. When Chen Yuan had observed half of the arena, he actually found an acquaintance in front of him.

"I didn't expect what a coincidence!" Chen Yuan looked at the saint of the Phoenix clan who was walking towards him. After thinking for a while, he decided to take the initiative to greet the other party.

The Holy Maiden of the Phoenix clan nodded slightly, without any change in her expression, as if she had not seen Chen Yuan, and left the area directly.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like this guy is deliberately pretending not to know me?"

Chen Yuan seemed to have noticed the other party's change and shook his head helplessly, but he quickly put the matter behind him.

Then at this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the side, which scared him.

Seeing everyone cheering so hard, Chen Yuan suddenly became interested and began to walk towards the arena where the most onlookers were.

Even though there are so many layers of formations protecting the arena, you can still see how big the noise is on the arena.

At this moment, the person on the ring is a disciple of the ghost clan, who is now competing with a person from an unknown sect.

However, what was unexpected was that the man from some unknown sect actually had the upper hand and forced the ghost clan disciples into a corner in an instant, leaving them with no way to retreat.

After all, the contestants for each competition have already been decided, so most people will guess which match will win. Usually, the more popular arena in each day's competition will become the place where everyone watches.

Judging from the current situation, it is expected that the majority of people will choose a person from an unknown sect to win.

"What on earth is going on? After all, this is a disciple of the ghost clan. Under such circumstances, why did they not bet on the ghost clan, but on a disciple of a well-known sect? This is really too weird."

"According to common sense, the winning rate should be higher if we bet on the ghost clan!" Chen Yuan felt a little confused and couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

After hearing this, the person next to him began to explain very enthusiastically.

"I feel like you don't seem to understand the situation. This is mainly because the Ghost Tribe Saint almost brought disaster to the entire city after what happened yesterday."

"So now basically everyone has already discussed it. No matter how high the chance of winning is for the ghost tribe, no one will bet on this group of people. The main reason is that this group of people is too selfish!"

After hearing this, Chen Yuan nodded in sudden realization, then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It turned out that these guys' style of doing things was too high-profile, which aroused the disgust of many people. However, this can be said to be their own fault and they cannot blame others.

Throughout the whole day, the surrounding arenas remained very lively, and the spectators watching the matches nearby seemed to never get tired and kept cheering outside.

After the day's competition was over, people from each sect returned to the inn where their sect lived.