Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

After the martial arts competition opening ceremony ended, Li Sheng, Zhu Qi, and Liao Minyi shamelessly went to Juxianlou to have dinner with Zheng Qian.

"Your Highnesses, has anyone heard of a master called Daoist Nanfeng?"

“Nanfeng Daoist? Never heard of him.” Dong Hao pondered for a long time, but still had no recollection of him.

Li Sheng and the others also said they had never heard of it. The world is too big, and there are countless talented people. It's normal not to have heard of it.

“My friend’s fiancée, Tian Jie, disappeared last night, leaving a note saying she was cultivating with Daoist Nanfeng. If you hear any news about this, please pass it on as soon as possible.”

Dong Hao patted his chest and said, "Zheng Qian, don't worry, I will immediately send people to search for Daoist Nanfeng. I will let you know as soon as I have any news."

Not to be outdone, Li Sheng also declared, "I will mobilize all my resources to find Daoist Nanfeng."

Zhu Qi and Liao Minyi were also willing to help find Daoist Nanfeng, but Guangxiang Kingdom and their forces were too weak to be able to find him.

Zheng Qian pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "We are worried that this Daoist Nanfeng is a master of the Void, so we need to ask the princes for help to mobilize your forces to search among the major powers. If Tian Jie has not left Guangxiang City, she should not have escaped everyone's notice."

All four princes agreed to help find Tian Jie, and Li Mubai toasted each of them to express his gratitude.

They are all elites submitted by various countries, mid-stage Dragon Shaping Realm, Void Spirit Realm experts, who can directly enter the top 200, and having a little wine won't hurt them.

Almost all the Dragon Shaping Realm experts from the fifty countries participated in the Heroes' Gathering Martial Arts Trial, totaling 372 people.

Zheng Qian was at the early stage of the Dragon Shaping Realm, specifically the Bone Shaping Realm, so his name wasn't on the published elite list. He had to start fighting from the very first match.

Fan Tielan, Li Mubai, and the others entered the Spirit Cleansing Pool for a day and successively broke through to the Void Spirit Realm.

"Zheng Qian, every battle in the martial arts competition has bookmakers offering bets. Are you confident you can win this afternoon's match?"

Dong Hao asked tentatively, not because he didn't trust Zheng Qian, but because everyone in the Dragon Shaping Realm was a cultivation prodigy and should not be underestimated.

Most importantly, Dong Hao wanted to place a bet, and Zheng Qian was confident, which is why he dared to place a large bet.

The biggest bookmaker this time is Crown Prince Lu Yan, and the competition between the crown princes also takes place in the casino.

Fan Tielan immediately became unhappy and shouted, "Dong Hao, you're looking down on people. Zheng Qian is going to be number one. It's just the group stage; he can take first place with one hand."

The list of elites submitted by various countries consists of 132 people, all of whom are in the mid-stage or late-stage of the Dragon Shaping Realm. Only those at or above the Void Spirit Realm can directly enter the top 200.

The list of players in the Void Realm only has 132 people, so there are actually 240 people participating in the group stage.

Fan Tielan and Mo Li are already in the top 132.

Two hundred and forty people were divided into six groups to compete, and the top three in each group were determined to compete with the top one hundred and thirty-two for sixty-fourth place.

Dong Hao chuckled and said, "Zheng Qian is a prodigy who has undergone nine tribulations of lightning, so I have no doubt about his combat strength."

Li Sheng and the others exchanged glances. Dong Hao's meaning was very clear: Zheng Qian was a formidable fighter.

Lu Yan is the dealer, and Zheng Qian is guaranteed to win.

This is the message Dong Hao gave them.

Lu Yan, Lu Yan, if we princes join forces, you're probably going to suffer a huge loss.

Wind City Square is the territory of Feng Wuhen's family, and it is also the venue for the third group competition of the Dragon Shaping Realm.

"Sisters, look! Zheng Qian is here!"

"I heard that Zheng Qian is the first to fight, so I came here just to see him fight."

"What a coincidence, me too. I wonder if he likes my type of beauty."

"Sister, your arms are thicker than a man's thigh, do you think he would like you?"

I think so?

……

Zheng Qian walked at the front, with the mischievous and adorable Fan Tielan on his left and the stunningly beautiful Mo Li on his right.

Behind him, four princes, including Dong Hao and Li Sheng, escorted him, forming a formidable entourage.

Clang...

The bronze bell rang, and the referee flew onto a circular arena with a diameter of ten meters.

"The first match in the Dragon Shaping Realm is between Yan Meng and Zheng Qian."

"Wow, it's Yan Meng! It's actually Yan Meng! Zheng Qian is in danger."

"It's a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy. It's unfair to put Zheng Qian against Yan Meng in the first match."

"Brother, who is Yan Meng? Why does everyone think he's a sure winner?"

"Yan Meng is a lone wolf, not affiliated with any country. He fights in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain all year round. Three years ago, he crossed the realm at the Bone Shaping Mirror level to kill a Void Spirit Realm expert, making a name for himself in one battle. He is very powerful."

"Crossing borders to kill enemies? Zheng Qian is in danger."

A burly man, as imposing as a mountain, with skin tanned bronze from years of fighting, exuding an indomitable resilience, leaped onto the ring.

Yan Meng is a renowned bone-shaping mirror expert whose fame resounds across fifty countries.

His eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast, yet they also occasionally flashed with wisdom and composure. A black cloth covered his forehead, and his powerful aura was palpable.

Yan Meng stared at Zheng Qian, who was approaching from the opposite direction, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

"Zheng Qian, come up here and die."

"Wow, that's so exciting! Yan Meng is so fierce!"

"Compared to Zheng Qian's handsome appearance, Yan Meng's bronze skin gives him a greater chance of winning."

"I'm not going to say anything more. I love Zheng Qian, but I'm going to beat Yan Meng to win."

The audience was ignited by Yan Meng's emotions, and they all chose to bet on Yan Meng to win.

There was no other way; Yan Meng had a great reputation, and his big build made him look even more formidable.

Zheng Qian didn't even glance at Yan Meng, walked past the arena, and came to the gambling stall.

The gambling stall, which was originally surrounded by a group of people, automatically made way for Zheng Qian when he arrived with beautiful women and four princes.

Zheng Qian took out a bag of gold and threw it onto the table with a thud.

"Go all in, bet on Zheng Qian to win."

"Holy crap, so confident. I bet on Yan Meng."

"Hehe, if Yan Meng wins, we'll pay him double; if Zheng Qian wins, we'll pay him 0.3 times. It's an old trick the casino uses. Zheng Qian is sure to lose, don't worry."

"Yes, yes, Zheng Qian is good at the written test, but not so good at the martial test. I will also bet on Yan Meng to win."

Looking at the 70/30 stakes, Zheng Qian smiled confidently, turned around and went onto the stage, casually signing a waiver of life and death.

Even though he only won 0.3 times the stake, the four princes placed heavy bets on him to win, so Lu Yan was destined to lose money at this gambling den.

"Go, Teacher Zheng Qian!"

An aged yet penetrating voice rang out. Zheng Qian looked over and saw that the people sitting in the private room were actually Wen Xianren and Yu Daoren, a group of scholars.

After waving to the scholars, Zheng Qian nodded to the referee, indicating that he was ready.

The referee looked at Yan Meng, who revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"I can't wait to tear him to pieces, let's get started."

Rude.

The referee, inwardly despising the situation, loudly announced the rules.

"In a contest, the fighter is responsible for their own life and death. If one side calls a halt and concedes defeat, the other side is not allowed to continue attacking; otherwise, they will be declared the loser. If one loses their fighting ability without conceding defeat, falls off the stage, or dies, they will be declared the loser."

After saying that, the referee struck the gong with his baton.

Clang...

"start."

Yan Meng twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, and sneered, "Admit defeat, and I'll spare your life; otherwise, no one will survive my giant axe."

Zheng Qian smiled disdainfully and beckoned to Yan Meng with his finger: "Bring it on, I'll give you three moves."