And above the ring, there was a young man wearing a blue gown and a hero scarf, waiting here.

"Buzz!"

A layer of white light mask rose up, like an eggshell, covering the arena.

"Well...."

Chen Qingyu's expression changed, his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the blue-shirted youth opposite.

He has already activated the [Geyuan Insight] technique:

In an instant, the young man's whole body, including the strength of his body, the realm of cultivation, the movement of his true essence... and so on, were all seen clearly by him.

"Although this person is only at the third level of the Spiritual Origin Realm, his cultivation technique is good, second only to the level of the Mysterious Techniques."

"It's no wonder that these ordinary Venerables are blocked outside, and it is difficult to enter..."

Chen Qingyu understood in his heart.

The strength of this young man is not bad, and the ordinary Spirit Origin Realm Venerable, even if he is the fifth and sixth heaven, may not be able to beat him.

This is the advantage of a powerful technique and a deep foundation.

"Participate with the Zhang family, Zhang Tianchu."

The blue-shirted youth on the opposite side bowed his hands and said:

"This brother is polite."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly and said:

"Chen Qingyu, you're polite."

The young man under the ring shouted:

"The battle begins!"

Next moment:

Chen Qingyu's eyes flashed, and the mighty real energy surged in his body, and he gently raised his hand and pressed it.

He stood on the spot without moving a step, just such a movement, in fact, has activated the wind power of [Calling Wind and Calling Rain] supernatural power, and cast the prison of qi.

And across from him:

The blue-shirted youth Zhang Tianchu, at the moment when the battle started, subconsciously wanted to explode his true essence, protect himself as soon as possible, and then cast his spiritual skills to wait for the opportunity to defeat his opponent.

However....

He was shocked to find that he couldn't move, and his body was frozen in place.

His face flushed red, and he roared in his heart, desperately bursting out his true essence, but it was useless like a mighty cockroach shaking a tree.

Every inch of the surrounding air seemed to condense and turned into an iron wall, suppressing him in it, making him like a mosquito sealed in amber.

"How is this going?"

The young man under the stage, because of the angle of view, could not see Zhang Tianchu's face clearly, and his brows were wrinkled:

"Cousin Tianchu, what are you doing?!"

"Why don't you do it?"

"..."

Zhang Tianchu couldn't answer him, his face turned into a pig's liver.

"All right!"

A low voice sounded, and the light curtain on the arena instantly dissipated.

A middle-aged man with a long beard flew into the ring in an instant, turned to look at Chen Qingyu, and said lightly:

"Master Chen."

"My nephew has already lost, please raise your hand."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly:

"Good to say, good to say."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and the magical power of [Calling Wind and Calling Rain] was released.

"Huh...huh..."

On the opposite side, Zhang Tianchu suddenly released his restraint and fell to the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath, with a hint of fear in his expression.

"What exactly did this man use?"

The young man under the ring only reacted at this time, and his expression changed.

Not only him:

The members of the eighteen alliances behind the gate, and even more peripheral ones, who witnessed this battle, couldn't help but gather together, whispering in twos and threes, and discussing:

"What on earth is this man from?"

"That's right! The magic that he uses is so weird that it can make people lose without a fight!"

"Such a weird magic trick... I've never seen it in my life."

"His surname is Chen, isn't he from the Chang Luo Chen family?"

"What do you think, Changluo Chen is famous for the way of the stars, how can there be such a strange method?"

This battle was a bit weird from beginning to end.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man who calls himself Chen Qingyu's strength is obviously unfathomable, surpassing the first battle for the first time. I don't know how many times.

Chapter 165 That's it?

The long-bearded middle-aged man in the ring, ignoring the noisy crowd around him, said lightly to Chen Qingyu:

"Master Chen."

"Are you going to continue to challenge Battlefield?"

"Of course."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly and said leisurely:

"The opponent is rare, and I also want to see the arrogant talents of the 18 alliances, how well they are."

"..."

The long-bearded middle-aged man gave him a deep look, and reached out his hand expressionlessly:

"Please."

The voice fell:

With a wave of his sleeves, he left with Zhang Tianchu, leaving the formation gate passage, revealing the second battle stage in the depths.

"It's a good show again!"

Many venerables around the periphery suddenly appeared interested.

Previously, there were also many powerful Venerable Lingyuan who had been on the Battlefield.

But the one with the best results was only in the fourth place.

Among them, there are even several Venerables who came from the Holy Land.

Of course, those Holy Land Venerables would not be members of the direct line or true disciples, otherwise, as long as they showed their identities, they would have been invited up the mountain by the Eighteen Alliance.

Therefore, they all want to see, how many battles can this young master Chen, with a mysterious origin and strange methods, get through?

"boom!"

Chen Qingyu jumped and flew to the second battle stage.

His opponent, a young woman from the Eighteen Alliance, was looking at him with a solemn expression as she was facing a great enemy.

Many venerables in the periphery, and even the members of the 18 alliances in the formation gate, are staring intently at this battle, with different thoughts and whispers.

However:

What happened next was beyond the expectations of everyone present.

After the battle begins:

Chen Qingyu just raised his hand and pressed it down, the young woman couldn't move immediately, and it was useless even if she struggled desperately.

She is the fifth layer of Lingyuan realm, and she is a lot stronger than Zhang Tianchu.

But the ending for both of them is exactly the same.

"This...."

Many venerables present felt a little surprised.

soon:

The people from the 18 alliances came to announce Chen Qingyu's victory in a hurry, and invited him to the third battle stage to replace him with a stronger opponent.

As a result, the battle begins:

On the third battle stage, the young man from the seventh level of the Spiritual Origin Realm was also restrained by Chen Qingyu's move and could not move.

He desperately burst into true essence, all kinds of spiritual lights flickered on his body, secret techniques emerged one after another, and his profound tools were activated. Obviously, he was fully prepared before he came to power.

But at the moment, it still doesn't help.

This time:

Hundreds of thousands of Venerables in the periphery were all sensational.

"What is the origin of this surnamed Chen?"

"Yes, his strength is simply unfathomable. Could it be that he is a true disciple of the Holy Land?"

"He won't think, just rely on such a move to directly get through the fifth battle stage?"

"If you really want to do this, that's too exaggerated. I'm afraid the Eighteen Alliance will lose all face..."

Numerous venerables talked a lot, and some laughed maliciously, and looked at the Eighteen Alliances with schadenfreude, preparing to deal with it.

Behind the formation gate, many members of the 18 alliances seemed to be in a commotion.

"enough!"

Only after hearing the formation door, there was a low voice.

A white-haired old man suddenly waved his sleeves, the mask dissipated, and he flew onto the ring.

The aura on his body is strong and hidden, and he is obviously an extremely high-level supernatural power realm Great Venerable, one of the true principals of the 18 alliances present.

"Young Master Chen, stop it!"

The old man gave Chen Qingyu a cold look and said expressionlessly:

"You've won."

"Next, if you still want to play, you can go to the fourth battle stage."

Chen Qingyu shrugged and said casually:

"OK."

As soon as he thought about it, he put away the art of riding the wind.

"Bang!"

The young man on the opposite side suddenly slumped to the ground, panting violently.

Then, he stood up without saying a word, lowered his head, his eyes were lonely, full of frustration.

"Disgraceful thing!"

The old man reprimanded and left the ring with the decadent youth.

Chen Qingyu jumped, turned into a ray of light, and fell deeper into the formation gate, above the fourth battle stage.

"Wow!"

A cloud of mist drifted past, and a young man appeared on the stage.