Chapter 97 The Challenge Begins

Flying Star Ancestor rolled up the three and flew to the capital. When he arrived in the capital, it was almost dawn. Mu Zifeng first returned to the 15th Master's mansion and changed into a martial arts suit. He was the leader of Jin Yuwei's prison camp. Naturally, he would appear in this capacity on such an occasion.

Compared with the marquis's martial arts suit, the seven-claw golden dragon pattern is less, and the rest are the same. Mu Zifeng wore such a gorgeous and noble suit for the first time. Suddenly, he was heroic, and a momentum of the superior naturally emanated.

"Your Excellency, this is an embroidered gold cloak robe." Phantom Hou said respectfully with a big robe in his hand. Although Mu Zifeng didn't say anything along the way, that calmness was not what ordinary people could do. Mu Zifeng was about to put it on. When he thought of something, he turned around and entered the inner room. After a while, he came out to put on the embroidered gold cloak.

"These days, everyone stays in the inner palace. When can we go in?"

"You can go in in about an hour. Originally, you can only go in and out, but the commander of the guard is a disciple of the Desperate King, so it can be accommodated."

"That's good." Mu Zifeng looked at the Flying Star ancestor and said, "Are you going in with us?"

Flying Star Ancestor waved his hand, "It's good here."

Mu Zifeng knew that she was afraid of those ancestors. She ran out of the sleeping world and was not familiar with the world at all. She was hit by the guardian beast, which probably left a shadow in her heart. Whether she went or not, Mu Zifeng didn't say much, but ordered the servants in the house to serve her well.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard is a rough man in his forties. He is powerful, one head taller than Mu Zifeng, and a first-class master.

"Are you the commander of the prison camp? He is the warrior of Pannirvana. Hey, go in." The general of the Guard said with some disappointment. Mu Zifeng had no expression. He judged that he already had resistance and was too lazy to prove anything to them.

The competition venue of the inner palace is very large. A huge dark platform is 200 meters in diameter and surrounded by stepped seats, divided into different areas, which can accommodate thousands of people.

As soon as Mu Zifeng walked in, his ears were full of noise and loud noise. He followed Shi Tianqi to an area and saw many acquaintances. All the martial arts masters of Jin Yuwei sat in a relatively loose area.

Sitting in the gradient below them are the rest of the slightly talented warriors, a full of 100 people. And above them sat in the gradient, other civil and martial arts ministers under the command of the fifteenth master. The seats above are completely different. They are all golden thrones, covered with white and rare animal skins. Those are all places for imperial and noble disciples to stay, all of which are graceful and elegant.

"See the leader." Everyone looked at Mu Zifeng and got up to salute. They all looked gloomy and seemed to have been tortured.

"Zifeng, you are finally here." Zhao Xiaotian was relieved when she saw Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng smiled and gave her a reassuring look.

"Well, I thought that the fifteenth master had high hopes and dared not show up. It seems that you are still a little bold." Among this group of people, only Lie Wulei did not get up, but sat there and said disdainfully.

The martial arts masters who had a good relationship with Mu Zifeng were slightly angry and showed disgust on their faces.

"What Lord Wulei said is that today, Lord, you will take care of the storm, and we will wait and see." Mu Zifeng replied without saltiness, and then pulled Xiaotian to sit on the seat.

Lie Wulei's mouth was stiff, and he turned his head and stopped talking.

Mu Zifeng's appearance also attracted the attention of many people, and all of them condensed together, making him very uncomfortable.

"Sweetie, let's talk about the situation here."

"Hm, look at the suspended platform opposite, which is the place where the special envoys of the martial arts holy land and all the ancestors of practicing Qi stay, and the high platform below is the place where the royal princes stay. The area on the left is the people of the Tuo family, and next to them are the people in the Juexin Palace, and then the people of the Poetry Mansion, the people of Zhao Mansion, the people of the Xiaoyao King, the people of the Overlord, and the people of Murong Mansion..."

Zhao Xiaotian explained slowly, and finally pointed to an area and said in a low voice, "That's the tenth master."

Mu Zifeng stared and saw several sworn ends in that place. Murong's prodigal son, Tuo Xiaogong, Ning Dong and others, and seven or eight others he is not familiar with, but he can feel that their strength is very strong.

The people opposite are also looking over from afar, all full of provocative smell, especially the Ningdong and Ba Tuo Xiaogong, whose eyes can't wait to swallow him alive. On the contrary, Murong's prodigal son's eyes were fierce and a little more disdainful. Behind him stood a handsome maid of Pannijing, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

"Zifeng, those people haven't taken action yet. I'm afraid there will be a big move today." Zhao Xiaotian whispered.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and they can't escape what should happen." Mu Zifeng withdrew his eyes and looked elsewhere. He was looking for two faces.

"Sweetie, haven't the two people I asked you to ask secretly have appeared?"

Zhao Xiaotian hesitated and said, "Zifeng, I'm afraid this matter is not easy to solve. In the first eight days of the match, the two were very talented and have been selected as peripheral disciples of Lingshan, just like Sister Shirong. Moreover, their master is the roaring king of the ancestor of the heavenly realm, and the roaring king also has a brother who is the ancestor of the heavenly realm.

Two kings in one vein? Mu Zifeng was a little stunned. An ancestor who practiced qi could establish a famous family, and there were actually two ancestors in their lineage.

"And the roaring king is very vicious and vicious. If you are in trouble now, I'm afraid you can't escape his magic hand. Fortunately, your potential is huge. It's not too late to kill the roaring king when you advance to practice. Anyway, the Roaring King can't make any progress in his life. He was an unforgivable demon in those years, and he was also a nine-death death to impact his spirit. Although he was lucky enough to achieve the innate realm, his potential has been consumed, so he has been training several talented disciples over the years, so that he wants them to have a chance to enter Lingshan to practice. Maybe he can find a way for him to advance.

"Oh, how is his strength?"

Zhao Xiaotian thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "The gossip said that when the king of Duanjiang had just advanced to the innate realm, he had competed with the roaring king, and the strength gap between the two was not very big."

Mu Zifeng hummed and nodded.

“Dang...Dang...Dang..."

A long and loud bell sounded in the palace, and I suddenly saw figures coming in from the outside, and the seats that were still empty were full one after another. Because Mu Zifeng is a new rich man of the fifteenth master, it is said that he is also a candidate for the championship this time, but he has never appeared. Now in the last two days of the challenge, those latecomers will naturally look at the area of the fifteenth master.

"Pan Nirvana, I didn't expect that he still failed to break through to the master's realm. It was almost impossible to compete with several perverts under the tenth master." A tough man standing in the beheading area said with some pity.

"Brother Liu, is he not sure at all?"

"Brother Ningfu, your Ning family has a deep hatred with him. Why do you expect a lot from him?"

"What I have pursued in my life is martial arts, and secular power has nothing to do with me. Brother Liu, you should know this better than anyone else. It's just a pity that you don't want to enter Lingshan to practice. With your talent, Liu Feng's name can quickly shock the peripheral disciples and become an inner disciple easily.

"Ha ha, people have their own aspirations." Liu Feng just smiled and didn't explain.

On the other side of the poetry mansion, Shirong was staring at Mu Zifeng with a sad face, and the elders around her also looked bad. After all, they all supported the fifteenth master. Once the battle for the throne failed, the tenth master ascended the throne. With his violent means, I'm afraid everyone's life will have a hard time.

Shi Tianqi stretched out his hand and pulled Shi Rong and whispered, "Little sister, are you worried about him? I don't think he has an ordinary relationship with Xiaotian now, so don't think too much about it.

Shirong's eyes were gloomy and silently withdrew her eyes.

In the Tuo family, Murong family and other areas, those later people are whispering. Mu Zifeng sat down in danger, closed his eyes and silently adjusted his spirit. Suddenly, he felt two murderous eyes gathered on him. He couldn't help turning his head, and his calm face immediately turned pale, and an indescribable anger rose from his heart.

That person is Mu Gang, a subordinate of Mu's family that Mu Zifeng has been killing quickly. It was because of him that the whole Mu family almost became a wronged soul. He was like a piercing in his heart. If he didn't kill him for a day, his heart would not be happy.

"In the martial arts master's realm, I didn't expect that the boy's talent would be so high. No wonder he would be favored by the Roaring King and accepted as an inheritance disciple." Mu Zifeng suppressed his anger, and his eyes swept again. Ling Ge, another man with deep hatred, was sitting not far away from Mu Gang, and he also successfully achieved the martial arts master's realm.

"Very good, today we will solve all the grievances together." Mu Zifeng's expression calmed down. He turned his head and looked at the high platform. At this moment, noble figures fell from the sky, and everyone wore eight-claw robes and dominated the world.

There were 15 practicing ancestors. As soon as they appeared, the whole stadium calmed down, and everyone got up and knelt down to salute.

After more than ten breaths, there were nine long bells, and then I saw a powerful man in purple and gold armor stepping on the auspicious clouds and flying over. Standing beside him are the tenth master and fifteenth master, and standing behind him are five foreign masters, three men and two women, who have a refined temperament and do not seem to eat fireworks on earth.

"Fightsee the emperor and the special envoy." When the fifteen practitioners who came first saw the six people, they also quickly saluted with their fists to show their respect.

"Don't be polite. You princes have been waiting for a long time. Let's get ready to start the game." The man in purple gold armor sat on the highest dragon throne, five Lingshan envoys sat on both sides, and then 15 emperors sat at the table. The tenth master and fifteenth master are not qualified to sit with them and can only stand aside to serve.

When they all sat down, those who knelt down and worshipped got up one after another. They all looked serious and dared not do anything excessive.

Mu Zifeng looked at it, and what attracted his attention most was the emperor of the Holy Yuan Empire. The purple and gold armor on him should be the sacred weapon of the empire. Then he looked at the king of Zhanjue, the king of Duanjiang, the king of Fengyu and others, all of whom looked serious and did not laugh.

"The challenge begins."

It was the tenth master who announced the start of the game. He was in high spirits and had a lot of imperial momentum between his hands and feet, and a loud voice spread all over the audience.