There was a buzz of people in this spacious and bustling event preparation venue.
The contestants were either in groups of three or two exchanging their spiritual practice experiences, or they were alone with their eyes closed, concentrating and gathering strength for the upcoming competition.
However, a piece of news about Kunlun Holy Land is like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves in an instant.
"Is Kunlun Holy Land so generous? He actually gave it to his disciple Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon?!"
A contestant with a short stature and a thin face had round eyes, full of panic and disbelief.
The sharp voice instantly penetrated the noisy crowd, attracting the attention of everyone around him.
His face was full of shock, as if he had heard a fantasy from the Arabian Nights, and the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly in his hand was trembling slightly with excitement.
"Huh, that doesn't necessarily mean being generous!"
The burly man with a sinewy face on the side snorted coldly, with a mocking arc on his lips, "I guess it will be recycled after the disciples use it! It's just a superficial effort to show off in front of everyone."
The big man crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulged high, and his tone was full of disdain, as if he was extremely disdainful of Kunlun Holy Land's move.
"Although Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon is just the weapon of Immortal Emperor, not everyone can use it."
An ordinary-looking young man in gray robes had deep eyes and said slowly, "Kunlun Holy Land No matter how stupid he is, he will not let his disciples rely too much on the power of weapons."
"Excessive reliance on external objects is actually harmful to the disciples' practice and experience. If things go on like this, it will be difficult for the disciples to truly improve their own strength. When faced with a battle without the help of divine weapons, they will be like a broken-winged bird, vulnerable."
This young man's voice was steady and powerful, and every word seemed to have been carefully thought out, echoing in everyone's ears.
"These are just evil ways!"
A young and energetic young man dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with his hands behind his back, his nostrils slightly flared, and his face full of arrogance.
"The rules in the first round were not very strict, so they were able to take advantage of this loophole. In the second round, when they really competed for their own strength, as soon as various strict rules were introduced, their true colors were revealed!"
As the young master spoke, he lightly dusted his sleeves with his hands, as if to drive away something disgusting, his eyes full of contempt for Kunlun disciples.
"Yes, they can be majestic for a while, and one day, they will show their true colors!"
Everyone's words became more and more agitated, and their dissatisfaction with Kunlun disciples burned like a raging fire due to mutual infection.
At this moment, as if pulled by an invisible force, many contestants gathered together, formed a small circle, and pointed their fingers at disciple Kunlun.
Their eyes were full of jealousy and resentment, and they were determined that when the second round of competition begins, the so-called strength of Kunlun disciples will burst like a bubble and be completely exposed.
In another part of the venue, the light seems to be attracted and concentrated here.
Gu Xinghui is like a bright star, exuding innate nobility and pride. Every move he makes attracts everyone's attention.
He is undoubtedly the most glamorous and high-profile top talent at the moment.
Wearing a white robe fluttering in the wind, she looked like an immortal coming to the world, with a stern face and undoubted confidence in her eyes.
At this moment, he stood upright, staring quietly in the direction of Kunlun, like a majestic mountain peak, calm and firm.
Various rumors about Kunlun's disciples have already drifted into his ears like flying snowflakes.
However, in his mind, these rumors were just passing clouds and could not stir up any waves.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. His expression seemed to say that these so-called "great achievements" were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"What? You want to go over and try their depth?"
At some point, an elder from the Vast Sea Sect quietly appeared beside him.
This elder was dressed in a black robe, with a stern face, and his eyes showed the depth and vicissitudes of life.
He looked at Gu Xinghui and asked softly, his voice low and calm, as if he could understand every thought in Gu Xinghui's heart.
Gu Xinghui shook his head slowly, his movements were elegant and calm, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "It's just heresy, after all, it is not my own power. They can't get into my eyes."
His voice was low and firm, with an innate sense of strong confidence and arrogance, as if everything in the world was under his control.
In his mind, if there are rules and restrictions, he can only rely on his own strength to fight. Without a hundred moves, Kunlun disciples will definitely be defeated at his feet.
This is his unquestionable belief, as hard as steel.
At the same time, in the other direction of the field.
Blood Jade Palace The saint Xue Yuexin is like a coquettish rose blooming in the dark night, exuding fatal temptation.
She has a graceful figure, and her long blood-red dress flutters in the wind, like a burning flame, which attracts attention.
At this moment, she was watching the Kunlun disciples with great interest, with an evil smile hanging on her face as pretty as a peach blossom, and a curious light shining in her eyes, as if she was sizing up a group of interesting prey.
"Interesting group of people."
Xue Yuexin opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was crisp but also full of charm, "I'm really looking forward to meeting one of them in the ring. I hope they are really as powerful as the rumors!"
Her tone contained expectations for the unknown, as well as a hint of scrutiny and challenge.
In her opinion, if everyone at Kunlun is really capable, then this game will be even more exciting.
If it was just a false name, she would only pay attention to it for a short time, then put it behind her and ignore it.
In the direction where Spirit Refining Mountain Manor is, Yu Yang, the young master of the Spirit Refining Mountain Manor, is slightly taller, with a bit of arrogance and unruliness on his face.
He glanced casually in the direction of Kunlun, his eyes full of contempt, and then turned his head and ignored it, as if it was an existence not worthy of his time and attention.
"Senior, you see people give Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon to their disciples, why don't you give me a Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon to play with?"
Yu Yang curled his lips, with a face full of dissatisfaction, and said to a white-haired and kind-faced elder of the villa next to him.
In his mind, Kunlun's ability to achieve their current achievements and become famous must be due to the power of Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.
Without the help of this magical soldier, they would never be able to be so successful.
The senior Spirit Refining Mountain Manor smiled helplessly, his eyes full of doting, and patiently advised, "Young Master, please stop joking. Having Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon is not conducive to your practice."
"Furthermore, when you reach that level of cultivation and forge your own Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, wouldn't it be more fulfilling?"
The senior's voice was gentle and kind, like the spring breeze, trying to soothe Yu Yang's restless heart.