Chapter 297: How Can One Compete

Inside the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm.

Seeing Chen Hang move, the others who had hidden thoughts and were about to take action were startled.

After hesitating for a moment and looking at each other,

they finally gave up the idea of competing with Chen Hang and quietly extinguished their thoughts.

Twenty-four "Chongzheng Golden Plates."

Forty-eight "Yuji Silver Plates"—

Although the number of golden plates is far less than the number of silver plates, there are still twenty-four.

It's only the third one right now.

Since Chen Hang wants to compete for this object, the cultivators in the arena naturally won't be stupid enough to fight this tough nut first; they just temporarily avoid the edge.

Just now, the means displayed by Zhang Yuxuan, ranked twenty-sixth in the Purple Palace, were quite fierce.

And Chen Hang's ranking is even ahead of Zhang Yuxuan's; it is destined that his means should surpass Zhang Yuxuan's.

Although in the next round of the Dharma Assembly, if the cultivators in the arena want to compete for the first place, they will inevitably have to fight Chen Hang for real, and there is no escape.

But if they clash head-on now, whether they can win is another matter, but it will inevitably benefit others. Instead of that, it is better to watch coldly and see how others act.

And just as the atmosphere in the arena was subtle and undercurrents were surging,

except for a few outer-realm cultivators who had a trace of dissatisfaction in their eyes,

everyone else was holding their breath and concentrating.

Chen Hang's figure had already transformed into a sword rainbow, blocking the path of the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" in an instant.

And the golden disk seemed to possess intelligence as well; at the most critical moment, the divine light in the eyes of the nine Ying dragons roaming on the disk flared, and they flapped their wings in unison, instantly shifting ten zhang away and disappearing from where they were.

But Chen Hang had already seen the scene of competing for the previous two "Chongzheng Golden Plates" and had long expected this.

He didn't panic, raised his hand, and pointed out a red sword qi, swift as a meteor, light like lightning, with sharp edges appearing.

It happened to arrive first after starting late, and clashed fiercely with the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" that had moved away!

The sword qi was sharp, hitting the golden plate until it swayed, light overflowing, and it turned several times in the air uncontrollably.

Before it could catch its breath,

Chen Hang had already seized the opportunity, launched his sword to get close, and grabbed the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" in his hand!

In an instant, he felt a vast force transmitted from his palm and fingers, as if what he was holding was not a golden plate, but a flood whale jumping and leaping, riding the waves.

It was powerful and heavy, majestic!

Hit by this force, Chen Hang's true qi couldn't help but vibrate, and he inevitably had to divert his mind to suppress the golden plate and start refining it.

And at the moment he diverted his mind to suppress the golden plate,

Suddenly, several people in the arena simultaneously pinched their magic seals, each displaying their own methods, and attacked Chen Hang in the sky!

Golden wind was desolate, raging mountains erupted, dark clouds covered the earth, and green qi swirled!

Only hearing a "boom," as if a thunderbolt had suddenly exploded on the flat ground, the atmosphere was fiercely pushed away, the wind howled, and the surrounding peaks seemed to shake, big stones swayed, and leaves fell like rain!

Looking up, the area of several miles was covered by gorgeous light!

Blurred and mottled, extremely dazzling, it was difficult to see the scene in the sky for a while.

This change startled many people in the arena, and their eyes flickered.

And Qi Bin, who was watching the fun on the side, saw this, his pupils shrank, and then he was furious, looking at those who took action, gripping the object in his sleeve.

But before he could take action and scold,

there was another thunderous sound, shaking the world!

Looking up, he saw gale winds rising in the sky, fanning out in all directions, like invisible hands reaching out, pressing out all the strange light and fog,

easily suppressing all abnormalities without any effort.

And in the vortex of the gale, a handsome, purple-robed, golden-crowned Daoist was calmly collecting the "Chongzheng Golden Plate," which was still struggling and trembling, into his sleeve.

His body was surrounded by purple light, spiritual clouds floating, his demeanor noble and high, making people unable to look directly at him.

Chen Hang lowered his eyelids, looked down at the peak below, shook his head, and laughed lightly:

"You people of the great families are really not dead yet, but with your meager means, do you deserve to stop me?"

The wind whistled in his ears, and the clouds invaded his skin.

On the peak below, those who took action were all wearing magnificent clothes, with gold and jade at their waists, all members of the Twelve Great Families.

And right now,

those who had the ability to connect these great family members together and make them willing to obey orders,

except for Xiao Xiujing or the elders of the great families,

it was hard to find anyone else.

At this time, seeing Chen Hang's robes fluttering, dancing lightly in the wind, looking calm and composed,

the family members who took action felt a jump in their hearts, and couldn't help but shiver.

In just a short moment, and with premeditation,

Chen Hang had dodged their combined attack, unscathed, and hadn't even consumed much true qi, his breath steady.

Such ability to change in battle,

the cultivators were truly ashamed and didn't dare to be proud.

However, these great families had naturally prepared for this today and were not without measures.

At this time, a young man wearing a blue seven-star Dharma robe, with a white jade rhinoceros horn belt at his waist, and holding a mud-gold folding fan in his hand, laughed, bowed to the four sides, and said:

"Everyone, this person is fierce; we are probably not his match! If he gets a golden plate and enters the next round, with Chen Hang's ability, he will be a great enemy for everyone.

Before he refines the 'Chongzheng Golden Plate,' driving him out of the game early is the right thing to do!"

As soon as this sentence was finished,

there was little response.

The man frowned slightly, swept his gaze to several places, and then said loudly:

"Senior Brother Xiao has already established a Dharma agreement with several fellow Daoists; I hope you will help out for the sake of that agreement!"

As soon as this was said, someone finally nodded and stood out from the crowd.

Chen Hang looked over and saw that those who stood out were almost all outer-realm cultivators and a few Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong disciples.

As for the local cultivators of Xudu Heaven, almost all of them were looking at their noses and hearts,

although they were vaguely moved, they didn't move an inch.

The reason for this is not hard to guess.

Dragon Palace opportunities are hard to come by.

Ordinary fighting and clashing is fine.

Winning or losing depends entirely on one's own ability, and it is hard to form a big grudge.

But the situation now is different; it is clearly bullying the few with the many. If they take action here to hinder, it is not an exaggeration to call it a grudge of blocking the Dao, and they will inevitably form an unpleasantness with Chen Hang.

Offending someone with a high ranking in the Year-End Evaluation is not a wise move.

And even if they drive away a Chen Hang,

there are still Zhou Shiyuan, Yin Quan, and other high-skilled people, so they can't rest easy.

Therefore, those who took action were all outer-realm people and a few Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong disciples, and the others didn't want to get involved in this grudge.

At this moment, a martial arts cultivator who was nine feet tall and burly looked at Chen Hang, hugged his fists perfunctorily, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

He was just about to speak, but was interrupted by a clear sword sound.

In an instant, sharp qi surged, like clouds and rain rising, echoing to the sky.

Then, sharp light shot out, making the cultivators in the arena feel like they were soaked in cold water, their necks feeling cold!

Chen Hang flicked his sword with his finger, looked coldly at the people below, raised his eyebrows, and sneered:

"A crowd of insects and rats, they are still insects and rats. Do you clowns really think that by joining forces, you can steal the sky and change the sun, and reverse the universe?"

When he finished speaking, Chen Hang's figure suddenly disappeared.

Then a sharp sword qi tore through the sky, like a thunderbolt flying, arriving in an instant!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 298 =====