The Beautiful CEO’s Magical Doctor and Crazy Son-in-law

Immediately afterwards, several more disciples from sects and aristocratic families came on stage.

As a result, without exception, Zhang Zhaoyuan was beaten down.

People were yelling at the shady people, but as more and more people were defeated, their voices gradually became quieter.

Instead, there was deep horror.

It would be reasonable to say that one or two sects had some shady dealings with the Hades Palace.

After a while, there are more than ten sects, is there something wrong with all of them?

Especially, when members of their own sect were beaten down, they were left speechless.

Involuntarily, people finally realized a terrible problem.

The people in Hades Palace may be really strong.

He is so powerful that he is not even a martial arts master, but he can defeat a martial arts master and even enter the subtle realm.

However, this is completely contrary to common sense!

When Mu Qingyang saw this scene on the stage, a chill flashed in his eyes.

Ling Tian, ​​unless you die, we will have no way to survive.

In this case, don't blame me for being cruel.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingyang stood up and left, reached the rostrum, and bent over behind Tang Qian and the heads of the five major families.

"what are you doing?"

"Is this where you can come?"

Tang Qian suddenly frowned and scolded in a low voice.

On the rostrum of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, only the heads of the five major families and the host are qualified to come up.

You, the head of a small aristocratic family, an ant-like figure, come here to fuck with chicken feathers?

"Master Tang, fellow clan heads, Mu has something important to report."

"The reason why these people from the Hades Palace can fight across levels is because they show terrifying strength that is inconsistent with their realm."

"I know why!"

"Oh?" Tang Qian and others frowned and looked at Mu Qingyang in surprise.

"what reason?"

"Tell me!"

Huang Zhongyuan lowered his voice and asked.

They had long seen that although Zhang Zhaoyuan was not very strong, he had a strong potential.

A person standing there is like an iron wall, impeccable.

Once you enter his attack range, it's like facing thousands of troops, leaving you with no way to retreat.

Not even they can understand this kind of magic.

In my heart, I was naturally very curious.

When Mu Qingyang saw Tang Qian and others showing great interest, he couldn't help but whisper.

"Seniors, you should have heard of the Ancient Mysterious Sutra Jue, right?"

As soon as Mu Qingyang said these words, Tang Qian, Huang Zhongyuan and others' expressions suddenly changed.

All of them became excited and their breathing became rapid.

These people are all human beings.

Mu Qingyang's next words didn't need to be said at all, they understood everything.

"You mean, the Ancient Mysterious Sutra is in the Palace of Hades?"

"The people in the Hades Palace are using the skills of the Ancient Mysterious Sutra?"

Huang Zhongyuan asked excitedly, his beard trembling.

Mu Qingyang looked solemn and said in a low voice.

"I don't know if it's the skill of the Ancient Mysterious Sutra."

"However, there was news before that the Ancient Mysterious Scripture Jue is in Ling Tian's hands."

"This is also the real reason why we have a grudge against Ling Tian."

As soon as Mu Qingyang said this, Tang Qian, Huang Zhongyuan and others believed it without any doubt.

After all, Zhang Zhaoyuan's performance was too weird.

It is incredible in itself that a person who is not a martial arts master can fight two levels higher.

And Mu Qingyang and other nine small aristocratic families are from the same Jianghu sect as Hades Palace, what kind of grudge can they have?

Why do all the small aristocratic families become enemies of the Hades Palace?

The only possibility is a battle of interests.

But they didn't expect that it would be because of the Ancient Mysterious Scripture Jue, an ancient book.

Huang Qian and others' eyes flashed, and they couldn't help but look at Ling Tian.

It's like a beast looking at a piece of fat meat.

Although no one spoke, everyone made a decision in their hearts.

Today, nothing can make Ling Tian leave.

The Taikoo Xuan Jing Jue is bound to be won!

When Mu Qingyang saw that his goal was achieved, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he turned and left.

Anyway, with their strength, it is impossible to obtain the Taikoo Xuan Jing Jue.

In that case, throw out the bait.

Let the Tang Clan and the five major aristocratic families kill Ling Tian, ​​and their little aristocratic family can take revenge.

Zhang Zhaoyuan was quite satisfied this time.

After a few hours, almost hundreds of players were defeated.

However, I was so tired that my head was covered with sweat, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.

In particular, some real masters of the sects began to appear.

After all, Zhang Zhaoyuan's strength was low and he couldn't hold on any longer.

In the end, he was defeated by a disciple of the Shaolin Sect.

However, despite the defenses of the Ten Destruction God Formations, they were unscathed.

After jumping off the ring, he returned to his seat and said to Ling Tian with a look of shame.

"Young Master, I'm embarrassing you."

Ling Tian smiled and said.

"Very good."

"Stronger than I thought!"

"Young Master, I want to come too!" Ye Wan suddenly spoke from the side.

Just now, Zhang Zhaoyuan played more than 100 games, which made her hungry.

Now, finally, I have a chance to take the stage.

"Okay, let's go."

"Experience and practice. If you can't beat it, come down."

Ling Tian readily agreed.

Mo Weihao, who was watching from the side, felt extremely itchy.

He wants to go too!

However, he is now the head of the Shuzhong main hall and can be regarded as a prince.

If you continue to participate in such a fight, you will appear unstable.

This made him so depressed that he wanted to resign on the spot.

Ye Wan was not as relaxed as Zhang Zhaoyuan when he came on stage.

Almost all opponents were eliminated by Zhang Zhaoyuan.

The people coming up next are already elites and even seeded players from various sects.

However, even so, Ye Wan persisted for more than twenty games before losing.

Moreover, the person who defeated Ye Wan was the most popular seed player to win the championship, Monk Yi Kong from the Shaolin School.

"Young Master, I have failed."

Ye Wan came back, with a hint of shame on her pretty face, and whispered.

"No shame."

"This monk is not simple."

Ling Tian looked at the monk Yi Kong on the stage and said in a deep voice.

Even someone as strong as Ling Tian showed admiration for Monk Yi Kong.

Although this empty monk has entered the subtle realm, he has not yet reached the Tao.

However, there was a terrifying aura about him.

It is much stronger than Hua Min back then.

Ye Wan's defeat was not unjust at all.

He is indeed a seeded player and the favorite to win the championship!

As soon as Monk Yikong came on stage, everyone in the other sects immediately became honest.

Apart from the other four seeded players, who dares to go up?

The arena suddenly became quiet.

The remaining three seed players don’t dare to enter easily.

If you go up now, if you lose, you will be No. 4, and you will have no chance of qualifying for Tianqi.

Even if you win, it will definitely not be easy, and it will definitely consume a lot of money.

When the time comes, how will you play the next game?

With the current competition system, it is obvious that the later you come on stage, the more advantageous it will be!

"Is no one on board?"

"Then we can only draw lots."

Tang Qian seemed to have expected that this would be the case.

Involuntarily, he stood up and prepared to let people draw lots.

The game is like this. To put it bluntly, in addition to strength, it also depends on a part of luck.

After all, when one's strength reaches such an extent, people have to admit it.

Luck is also part of strength.

If you are the last one to come on stage, even if you lose, you will still be No. 2.

Of course, this kind of treatment is only limited to the few seeded players who are the favorites to win the championship.

For other walk-ons, if they don't succeed, they will give up, which is not a good thing.

Seeing that the lottery was about to be drawn, Ling Tian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and stood up.

He put his hands behind his back and said lazily.

"What's going on with the drawing of lots?"

"Are you still playing metaphysics?"

Tang Qian raised his brows, looked at Ling Tian, ​​narrowed his eyes, and said coldly.

"Young Master of Hades Palace, do you not understand the rules?"

"If no one comes up to challenge, then we have to draw lots to determine the order of the stage."

"Several top seeded players will compete in order to determine the top three."

When Ling Tian heard this, he couldn't help but curl his lips, playing with the taste.

"Who said no one would challenge us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tian jumped off the stand.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the ring step by step.