In every arena, the atmosphere was so intense that it was almost crazy. Almost all the players were like ignited powder keg, trembling with excitement.
Their cheeks were red, their eyes were shining with a fiery and greedy light, and the scenes after they obtained a large number of treasures were constantly replayed in their minds like a revolving lantern: majestic power surged in the body, their strength increased exponentially, and they were surrounded by an awe-inspiring and powerful aura!
Then, they imagine themselves acting recklessly in front of everyone, trampling their opponents under their feet one by one, listening to the begging for mercy of those who were once arrogant, enjoying the high and exclusive glory, as if the whole world is crawling at their feet.
However, in this wave of fanaticism, there are always some people who are like isolated rocks, unmoved.
When Vast Sea Sect's Gu Xinghui heard about the rules for distributing supplies, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a curve full of disdain. In that smile, there was innate arrogance and absolute confidence in his own strength.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the wind. The golden threads embroidered on the collar and cuffs shone with a subtle but dazzling luster in the sunlight, highlighting his extraordinary identity and status.
In his mind, his own strength is the indestructible barrier. Even if others use treasures to increase their strength, in his eyes, they are just ants shaking the tree.
He is fully confident that he can crush his opponent at any moment, leaving him unable to fight back.
For him, this so-called material investment is, at best, just adding some dispensable color to the game. Even if others make rapid progress, he will only cast a look of contempt and not take it to heart at all.
Those who have the same idea as Gu Xinghui include Xue Yuexin of the Blood Jade Palace, Yu Yang of the Spirit Refining Mountain Manor, and Wan Tianhua of the Ten Thousand Heroes Sect.
Xue Yuexin was wearing a long blood-red dress, the hem of which was like a burning flame. Every step he took seemed to be accompanied by a wave of heat, and there was a faint and strange fragrance as he walked.
She was lazily leaning against a thick tree, her white fingers gently playing with a strand of hair, a faint, somewhat playful smile on her lips, her eyes full of banter, watching with interest the people around her as crazy as ants on a hot pot, as if all this was just a funny farce.
Yu Yang has a tall and muscular figure, with bulging muscles that stretch the black outfit tight, as if it will burst in the next second.
He folded his arms in front of his chest and let out a hearty laugh. The laughter reverberated in the air like a bell, making the surrounding leaves rustle, and seemed to be mercilessly mocking those who lost their minds for the treasure.
Wan Tianhua is wearing a sapphire blue robe, embroidered with complex and exquisite silver patterns, like twinkling stars in the vast night sky, mysterious and noble.
He held an exquisite folding fan and shook it gently. The ink bamboo on the fan was lifelike and seemed to be swaying gently in the breeze, telling his elegance and calmness.
In his mind, the more lively the competition venue is, the more enjoyable and interesting the event will be.
On the other side, when Kunlun's disciples heard that Heart Refining Sect's sect leader openly accused Kunlun of not obeying the rules, they immediately laughed in anger.
Each of them raised their sword eyebrows, their eyes were burning with angry flames, and the muscles on their faces were slightly twitching with anger. They were obviously extremely irritated by this unwarranted slander.
These people, when they can't beat them, start throwing dirty water and resorting to such despicable methods. It's really ridiculous.
However, Kunlun disciples just snorted contemptuously and ignored it.
They know very well that all doubts and slanders at this moment will be crushed in the face of absolute strength. They will use thunderous actions to completely shut up these detractors and pay the price for their ignorance and arrogance.
At the top of a towering mountain peak, the clouds and mist are shrouded in a dreamlike place, as if it is a place isolated from the human world and the fairyland.
The jagged rocks on the mountain peaks have different shapes. Some are like sharp swords thrust into the sky, exuding a fierce momentum; some are like crouching tigers entrenched on the top of the mountain, ready to attack.
Su Jian sat cross-legged quietly on a huge and smooth stone. This stone had been polished for countless years, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror.
He was wearing a black robe, embroidered with silver threads, which shone with a faint and mysterious light under the sunlight. He was tall and tall, like a pine tree deeply rooted on the top of the mountain. No matter how violent the storm, I remained unmoved.
On his lap, there was a very simple sword. The sword was dull and dull, as if it had been covered in dust for countless years.
But if you look closely, you will see that there are some ancient and mysterious runes engraved on the sword. Those runes seem to be alive, exuding a faint chilling air, as if they are telling the story of the past.
Su Jian naturally also heard the slander against Kunlun from the outside world.
His closed eyes slowly opened, and in an instant, two sharp sword lights shot out from his eyes, like two bolts of lightning piercing the void, and a "sizzling" sound of electricity seemed to resound in the air.
A dozen towering trees in front exploded instantly under the impact of the sword light. The thick trunks were blown into countless fine powders, flying all over the sky. The leaves fell like snowflakes and were scattered by the wind. There was a faint smell of burning in the air, as if witnessing the catharsis of this terrifying power.
"Click!"
Su Jian grasped the sword suddenly and stood up.
His figure was slender and strong, and his robes rustled fiercely in the mountain wind. He looked like a god of war who had returned from an ancient battlefield, exuding a chilling aura.
His eyes were cold and sharp, as if there were really two peerless swords hidden in his pupils. Wherever his eyes swept, people felt like they were falling into an ice cellar.
"A bunch of ignorant idiots, you shouldn't make these slanderous comments about Kunlun!"
His voice was low and powerful, reverberating through the valley like a loud bell, making the surrounding rocks roll down, as if it was going to completely shatter all the noise in the world.
Su Jian is a domineering swordsman with a straightforward personality and decisive actions. Just like the sword in his hand, he can keep a low profile in the sheath and quietly accumulate strength, but he can also take it out of the sheath at critical moments, shocking the world with his thunderous power Wanjun.
When he participated in the competition this time, he didn't pay attention to other players. In his opinion, those people were like naive children and not worthy of his wasting any energy.
After entering this floating fairy island, he found this quiet place to meditate and wait for the final result of the competition.
He originally thought that as long as nothing too outrageous happened, he would not take action.
However, now, these people's slander against Kunlun completely angered him. He felt that he had to stand up and let these people see the true strength of Kunlun, and let them understand that Kunlun Holy Land was not something they could offend at will.
Su Jian Frost condensed in his eyes, like a glacier that has not melted for thousands of years. He grabbed the sword and disappeared instantly, leaving only an afterimage that gradually dissipated in the wind.
It was as if he had never appeared here before, yet he seemed to have left a faint hint of sword energy in the air, making people shudder.
Since the announcement of the rules for the delivery of supplies, all sects have acted quickly, like an army that has received an emergency military order.
They use special secret techniques to accurately locate their disciples, and then use the technique of air delivery.
For a moment, the sky was filled with precious lights, like stars falling into the world. The lights of various colors intertwined together, making the entire floating fairy island look as bright as day.
The appearance of each treasure light means the arrival of a precious material, and also heralds the beginning of fierce competitions.
The floating fairy island instantly became lively and lively, like a grand and crazy carnival. The shouts of killing and the collision of spells were intertwined, breaking the original tranquility of the fairy island and plunging the world into a commotion and chaos.
On a certain vast plain, three young people were looking forward to it.
Their necks were stretched out long and their eyes were staring at the sky without blinking. Their eyes were full of excitement and expectation, as if it was their light of hope leading to success and glory.
"Here it comes! Our supplies are finally here!"
One of the young men shouted excitedly, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice. In that tremor, there was both the desire for the treasure and the excitement of getting what he wanted.
His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, leaving white marks, but he was completely unaware of them.
"Being able to receive supplies shows that we still have a lot of weight in the hearts of the elders of the sect!"
Another young man echoed, with a proud smile on his face, and his cheeks turned red with excitement, like a ripe apple.
"Hey, if I can break through to Immortal King Fifth Layer with the help of these treasures, I will have the confidence to compete with Wan Tianhua and the others!"
The third young man was gearing up, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit, and his muscles tense, as if he was ready to engage in a fierce battle at any time to prove his strength.
As the Baoguang landed quickly, they rushed over impatiently, their steps quick and panicked, causing a cloud of dust to fly.
When the light fell to the ground and revealed a square wooden box, their heartbeats suddenly accelerated, as if they were about to jump out of their throats, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.
The surface of the wooden box is carved with exquisite patterns. Those patterns are like ancient totems, exuding a mysterious and alluring atmosphere, as if telling the extraordinary treasures in the box.
They opened the wooden box carefully, as gently as if they were handling an extremely precious and fragile item, fearing that if they were not careful, they would destroy this hard-won surprise.
The first thing that caught his eye was a bottle of elixir. The bottle was crystal clear, as if it was made of the finest crystal.
The bottle is engraved with "True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill", a few simple and vigorous small characters, which shine faintly under the sunlight.
Seeing that it turned out to be a bottle of True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill, the three of them were even more excited. The expressions on their faces froze instantly, and then burst into ecstasy.
"One True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill can increase the chance of a strong Immortal King Fourth Stage player to break through to Immortal King Fifth Layer by 10%!"
The first disciple shouted excitedly, his voice became sharp and shrill due to excessive excitement, and his face turned red as if he was about to bleed.
He has been stuck at the peak of Immortal King Fourth Stage for a long time. After countless days and nights of practice and struggle, he just missed this last step. And this True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill is undoubtedly the light of hope for his breakthrough and the key key for him to move to a higher realm.
"Although it only increases the chance by 10%, it is already extremely valuable!"
The second disciple was also very eager for True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill. His eyes were fixed on the elixir, with greed and desire in his eyes, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.
Fortunately, there are two True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill in this bottle, so they won't turn against each other over the competition.
The third disciple immediately turned his attention to other things.
The first thing he saw was a small fiery red tree!
This small fiery red tree is only as high as an adult's knees. Its shape is exquisite and unique, as if it is a work of art carefully carved by nature.
However, this small red tree was completely red, as if it were condensed from pure flames, exuding a fiery and powerful aura.
Just by getting a little closer, he could feel the heat rushing towards his face, and the heat wave seemed to ignite his whole body.
This fiery power penetrated into his body, causing the Immortal Power in his body to move significantly faster, like a raging river rushing through his meridians, making a low roar.
Even the indescribable realm barrier showed signs of being broken, as if waving to him, calling him to move to a higher level.
"It's Crimson Sky Jade Tree!"
He screamed in surprise, his voice full of disbelief and surprise.
Because he himself practices fire-attribute skills, and his entire cultivation is closely related to flames.
And Crimson Sky Jade Tree is a fire-attributed treasure of heaven and earth. For his practice, it is tailor-made and a coveted treasure.
In the sect, if you want to obtain such a precious treasure, you have to pay a lot of merit points and go through countless difficulties and obstacles. For him, it is not something that can be obtained easily.
He never expected that in the first round of Void Kun Genius Battle, the sect would give him such precious items. This was simply an unexpected blessing from God and a blessing from fate.
"You can take True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill. Crimson Sky Jade Tree is mine. Do you have any objection to this?"
This disciple carefully held Crimson Sky Jade Tree in his hands, his movements were as gentle as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and his eyes were filled with the light of love that he couldn't put down.
This small tree seemed to be made of the finest jade. It was crystal clear, and there seemed to be magma flowing slowly inside, emitting a charming luster. It was so gratifying that he could no longer look away.
"No problem! I'll take the elixir, but I'm not interested in Crimson Sky Jade Tree!"
A disciple poured out a True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill with a smile and put it into his arms, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had seen the glory after breaking through the realm.
Another disciple also took another True Yang Hundred Revolutions Pill and carefully put it away as if it was his most precious treasure.