Xiaoxiao.

Whether things will develop as they expect remains to be seen, but the Duan Dao Peak martial arts competition has been magically arranged.

No one can explain why there is a martial arts competition, how the results will be implemented, or who can guarantee that the winner will exclusively enjoy the Vermilion Fruit.

The martial arts competition is about to begin, but there isn't even a set of rules yet, making everything seem chaotic and ridiculous.

Strangely, no one questioned the authenticity of the martial arts competition.

The Five Factions Alliance was the first to move into the Broken Blade Sect, thus becoming the organizer of this martial arts competition.

Contrary to expectations, they did not disband but participated as a group.

Next up were Chunyang Temple and Qixing Tower. When everyone saw that Chunyang Temple and Tongtian Tower, the top sects in the world, had entered, they were not willing to be left behind.

Unexpectedly, the alliance between Yang Lin and Yun Mengze disbanded, and they will each participate in the martial arts competition. This made Liu Xuan, who was still hesitating at the last moment, breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I have even more faith in the person in the shadows.

The fact that the heads of the four hidden families became guest elders of the Tower of Babel surprised everyone. They couldn't understand why the heads of the four families, who clearly had the ability to compete, would become vassals of others, but they soon understood.

They're betting everything on the Tower of Babel, believing Abbot Wuse will be the ultimate victor.

As the saying goes, offering help in times of need is truly precious, while adding flowers to brocade is for ordinary people.

Join the Tower of Babel now and wait for the day when Abbot Wuse obtains the Vermilion Fruit.

The actions of the four major families today will bring them enormous benefits.

Of course, this is just the opinion of those spectators, but they don't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition.

Because the Tower of Babel has declared that only those who pass the test administered by the Grandmaster-level monk in front of Broken Blade Peak are qualified to participate in the martial arts competition.

This assessment restricted all those who came to join in the fun, and they were very dissatisfied.

But no one dared to say it, because the other party was a master at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, and moreover, because they were sent by the Tower of Babel.

As one of the most powerful structures in the world, the Tower of Babel has very few people who can challenge it.

Because of their individual abilities, they were deprived of their right to participate.

And this monk in front of them had even deprived them of their only right: to watch the spectacle.

There will be no discussion whatsoever, and certainly no compensation whatsoever.

They weren't even qualified to see what was on Broken Blade Peak.

Faced with absolute power, they will always be just a group of insignificant people.

They don't even have the right to be spectators, because those high and mighty people never need their applause.

At this moment, everything on the Broken Blade Peak was proceeding in an orderly manner, and none of this concerned them.

The only main characters are the ten major sects and a handful of other powerful forces in the world, but they will never be the main characters.

Those who were qualified were all disdainful of this competition, because none of them would be bound by the outcome of a contest.

Regardless of the outcome, when the Vermilion Fruit appears, we'll still snatch it as we always have.

The outcome of the contest has no effect whatsoever, and it certainly cannot deter those qualified to participate in the plunder.

But everyone was still seriously preparing for the upcoming competition, which seemed incredibly strange.

However, for some hidden reasons, everyone who was qualified was making serious preparations and calculations.

Kuang Zheng could naturally see through the conspiracy behind this martial arts competition, but he still decided to participate.

The reason is simple: they don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Because if you don't participate, you'll be targeted by everyone.

Although they don't care, there's no need for them to.

Since the Vermilion Fruit could ripen at any time, it would be unwise to make enemies of everyone at this time.

Even if you're not afraid, a large number of ants can still be a threat.

They can't do anything to you, but they can at least buy you time.

What they lack is time; the stability of the spiritual energy within their bodies cannot last forever.

Stability is only temporary; even with the Medicine Buddha, it's just an extra layer of protection.

However, the situation remains dire, as they have few spiritual objects left to absorb.

One point is to maintain a constant sense of caution towards the Medicine Buddha statue, as the most unsettling thing in the world is something of unknown origin.

For them, the Buddha statues are currently more beneficial than harmful, but the feeling of entrusting their fate to others is unpleasant.

Unless the issue of spiritual energy is resolved, they will never be able to completely escape their predicament.

The only hope for a complete solution lies in the Vermilion Fruit.

But recently, things have become increasingly bizarre.

The ten major sects of the majestic Penglai planet acted like puppets, without any rhyme or reason.

This inevitably raises questions about their independence, or perhaps they were merely puppets from the beginning? This speculation sent chills down Kuang Zheng's spine.

The Ten Great Schools are insurmountable mountains in the eyes of others, but they are nothing special in their eyes.

If the Ten Great Sects are merely puppets, then the powerful forces behind them that day will be the biggest obstacle for us to seize the Vermilion Fruit.

If things go wrong, it's not impossible for all our efforts to be in vain.

If time allowed, he would definitely investigate the Ten Great Sects thoroughly, but right now the most important thing is the Vermilion Fruit.

The struggle for the Vermilion Fruit is all about the core of everything; any delay would be disastrous.

Because their lives depended on it, he had already gambled everything.

Therefore, they must minimize trouble as much as possible, and at this moment, blending in with the crowd is a good approach.

Therefore, they decided to participate in this bizarre martial arts competition, just like everyone else.

He knew that countless eyes were watching him in the shadows, and Penglou was at least one of them.

They've been hiding for so many years, and their strength is so formidable, there's no way they would give up the Vermilion Fruit.

All Kuang Zheng and the others can do now is wait, wait for all the forces to surface, and wait for everyone to personally get involved.

This is very difficult, almost impossible.

But if we can force out another hidden force, we'll have a better chance of winning.

They cannot afford to lose this time, because losing means death!

Today is the start of the martial arts tournament. The morning sun is still faintly visible in the thick fog, but Broken Blade Peak is already bustling with activity.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and the carpet stretched all the way to the Broken Blade Sect's training ground.

The five factions alliance put in a lot of effort for this competition, and all the flag bearers were Longyuan warriors.

Because of the body-refining technique, the people of Longyuan are tall and strong.

The huge flags fluttered in their hands, looking very imposing.

The disciples from Longhua Mountain and Xiaoyao Valley led the way, while the girls from Baihua Pavilion were all graceful and charming.

They moved about carrying fruits and wine, creating a beautiful scene no matter how you looked at them.

There were generally acquaintances among the ten major sects, so they weren't too unfamiliar with each other.

This martial arts tournament is different from previous ones, as the leaders of each sect are basically taking to the stage themselves.

Therefore, despite being rivals, it does not affect the friendship between disciples of different sects.

Kuang Zheng did not live on Broken Blade Peak like them, so when he arrived at the foot of the mountain in the morning, he only saw one monk.

Ying Yue pointed at the monk and said, "Look, that's the one sent by the Tower of Babel to take the test. It's said that no one has passed, and there haven't even been any challengers these past two days."

Wu Ren looked at him and said, "His appearance is alright, but his martial arts skills are lacking."

The monk was resting with his eyes closed, and Ying Yue and Wu Ren didn't deliberately keep their voices down, so he heard everything.

He was already angry when he was sent here for the assessment, and now someone is saying that his martial arts skills are not good enough.

The monk immediately flew into a rage: "You ignorant brat, you ill-mannered thing! How dare you lecture me? Take this!"

As he spoke, he spread his wings like a roc and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The monk spread his hands, transforming them into a giant, hard palm, and slapped it towards Ying Yue and Wu Ren's foreheads.

The monk had a fierce look on his face and his jaw was clenched; it was clear he was putting in all his strength.

How could he stand it when two immature brats dared to mock him?

So from the beginning, he decided to kill them both.

"Whoosh..." The giant palm slashed down with a whooshing sound, but the two people did not make any move.

The crowd outside gasped in shock at the sight, and some even closed their eyes, unable to watch any longer.

Because in the next second, these two innocent teenagers will be killed on the spot.

But then something surprising happened...

In the blink of an eye, just as the palm was about to reach the top of the head...

The boy pointed his right finger upwards, and the monk immediately clutched his right hand, crying out in pain as he retreated.

Immediately afterward, the boy lightly tapped the monk's chest with his right foot. The monk, who had been screaming in agony, suddenly stood up as if struck by lightning, and then fell straight down.

"You ignorant fool," Ying Yue said with a disdainful look, without even glancing at the monk who was clearly dead.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the other boy didn't even glance in that direction; time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Only after the three people disappeared from sight did a huge murmur of discussion erupt from the crowd.

"My God! What am I seeing?"

"Oh my God! Is this true?"

Are those three monsters?

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Quiet down, quiet down! Do you want to get everyone killed?"

"Yes, yes. Quiet!"

"Phew... thank goodness! They haven't come back!"

"Are they here to participate in the martial arts competition as well?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

But the monk didn't test them!

"Can you keep talking nonsense?"

"Exactly, what's the point of an assessment if the person's dead!"

That's right. That's right, "

They paid no attention to the discussions and corrections of the crowd. At this moment, they seemed to be there to climb mountains and enjoy the scenery, rather than to compete in martial arts.

They walked and stopped frequently, leaving those lurking in the shadows completely confused.

In fact, Kuang Zheng and his group had noticed their presence from the very beginning.

Among them was a monk from the Tower of Babel, but strangely, none of the people from the Tower of Babel who were hiding in the shadows showed up until that monk was killed.

It was as if the monk wasn't a disciple of the Tower of Babel at all, giving Kuang Zheng and his companions a bizarre start right from the beginning.

However, they didn't delve into it further and immediately went to the top of the mountain, where the answer would naturally come.

We can't miss out on this beautiful scenery, because we won't be able to relax like this for a long time to come.

The struggle for the Vermilion Fruit will inevitably be extremely fierce, and they are determined to obtain it!

Even the highest mountain can be reached eventually. The group walked and looked around along the way, and soon arrived at Broken Blade Peak.

The expected confrontation did not occur, it seems that the monk was a pawn abandoned by the Tower of Babel.

He can't blame anyone else for being so blind. I just hope he won't be so arrogant in his next life!

"It is truly a joyous occasion to welcome the Captain to this grand event," Feng Yaorao greeted with a beaming smile, adorned with colorful decorations.

Seeing Feng Yaorao personally greeting them, some people began to gossip.

I wonder who these three incredibly young children are, that they deserve to be personally greeted by the Master of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

Who are these three people?

"I don't know."

"I do not know either."

"I guess he's someone's nephew or something?"

"Who has such influence? Even the son of Guan Xinghe, the manager of the Seven Star Tower, was ignored by the Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master the other day."

"Then this is..."

. . . . .

Ignoring the whispers of those people, Feng Yaorao was indeed being a bit too enthusiastic.

To put it simply, their relationship was limited to receiving intelligence from her; that didn't seem to warrant her personally greeting them.

Although the outsider next to him was unreliable, he was right about one thing.

That means the relationship has to reach a certain point, or there has to be a significant mutual benefit.

However, none of these conditions seem to be met at present, but the other party's enthusiasm is genuine.

As the saying goes, if something seems out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on. Since we can't figure it out, let's be frank and speak our minds.

So Ying Yue said, "Pavilion Master Feng, you're too kind. What brings you here to greet me?"

Seeing that the other party was straightforward, Feng Yaorao stopped being coy.

He smiled charmingly and said, "Your Highness is indeed very straightforward! In that case, I will not mince words. It was Master Wuse and Master Chunyangzi who arranged for me to wait here for the three of you. The two masters have something to discuss."

Wu Ren didn't waste any words and said playfully, "In that case, I'll trouble Sister Feng to lead the way."

Hearing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy call her "sister," Feng Yaorao felt as sweet as if she had been coated in honey.

Indeed, no matter what age a woman is, she is always eighteen.

Feng Yaorao chuckled and said, "Hehehe... What a good little brother! Come with your big sister then!"

Kuang Zheng and the other two were taken to the main hall of the Broken Blade Sect, where all ten major sects had arrived.

Seeing the patriarchs of the four major families standing together among the crowd in the Tower of Babel, a hint of curiosity flashed in the eyes of the three.

Logically speaking, at this critical juncture, no one would easily rely on anyone else.

After all, if he were to obtain the Vermilion Fruit, what power in the world would be worthy of his attention?

But the way the four people stood said it all, which is why the other three were curious.

This was the first time the patriarchs of the four major families had met Kuang Zheng and his two companions; they had only heard of them before.

I was surprised to find that the other person was so young, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When Wu Se saw the three of them enter, he took the initiative to greet them.

The death of the monk at the foot of the mountain was not mentioned at all; it seems his death was in vain. The Tower of Babel had no intention of pursuing the matter, and naturally, there would be no apology. Everything vanished in this feigned ignorance.

He then chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, three benefactors. It has been more than four years since I last saw your splendid faces. Time truly flies like an arrow, and cannot be retrieved in an instant!"

Kuang Zheng stepped forward to pay his respects and said, "Fortunately, Master's demeanor is even more impressive than before, which is truly a cause for celebration."

"Hehe... Benefactor Kuang is as humorous as ever. This old monk is already a man with his neck buried in the yellow earth, what charm does he have left? Hehe..." Master Wuse laughed.

Seeing the two reminiscing, Chunyangzi said in a low voice, "Master Wuse, it is certainly a joy to be reunited after so long, but it would be better to finish our business first."

Upon hearing this, Wu Se laughed and said, "Hehe... Chunyangzi is right. Getting old! Getting old! Seeing an old friend makes me so happy that I forget all my business. Hehehe..."

Ying Yue listened to Dao Wuse keep saying "old," and she felt quite disdainful.

This old bald monk is extremely cunning, acts eccentrically, and is ruthless.

Ying Yue didn't believe a single word he said.

Wu Ren shared the same sentiment, but unlike Wu Ren, he also had a negative impression of Chunyangzi.

In fact, once they reach their position, good or bad is no longer important.

In their own words: everything is for the benefit of the sect, and personal honor and disgrace are not worth mentioning.

But is good and evil really unimportant? Wu Ren doesn't think so.

If there are no standards for good and evil, will people still have any bottom line?

This is also the biggest difference between Kuang Zheng and his group and these so-called江湖 figures.

Wu Se smiled and finally got to the point: "The purpose of this competition is to avoid harming the foundations of each sect. I hope everyone can decide the final ownership of the Vermilion Fruit with minimal losses. I wonder what Master Kuang thinks?"

Kuang Zheng didn't believe a single word he said. If he were truly as selfless as he claimed, wouldn't it have been simpler for the Tower of Babel to withdraw voluntarily? Why participate in the tournament at all? Wasn't that just superfluous?

Despite his inward disdain, he still smiled and said, "Oh? That's a good thing. Master, you truly are a highly accomplished monk, always concerned for the well-being of all people. I admire you, I admire you!"

After offering his compliments, Kuang Zheng continued, "I naturally agree with your wish, Master. But I wonder what the rest of you all think?"

Hearing the answer that satisfied him, Wu Se's smile widened. He laughed and said, "This is exactly what everyone thinks, Chunyangzi, what do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Chunyangzi didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply said, "Good!"

Now that we've reached this point, the method of the martial arts competition is settled.