Chapter 396: Kicked Away

He Pingsheng came to the Dragon Terrace again, and Elder Ling Zhiwang accompanied He Pingsheng.

On the Dragon Terrace, in the ten formations, basically all were competing.

He Pingsheng didn't watch the competition, but extended his spiritual sense slightly and looked at the Dragon Stele next to him.

Now the Dragon Stele no longer showed the top one hundred.

But only ten rankings!

Rank 1: Tian Jiashen!

Rank 2: Ascetic True Person!

Rank 3:...

He Pingsheng's brows furrowed.

Before, this first place was Liang Huaqiu's.

How come her name couldn't be seen now?

Fortunately, finally in the ninth place, he saw Liang Huaqiu.

Good fellow, the original first place, now became the ninth place?

"Princess actually ranked ninth, slipped down so much?" He Pingsheng was surprised.

"Yes..." Elder Ling Zhiwang said: "Princess Qinghe's pressure is not small, almost every day someone challenges her, and she was even squeezed out of the top ten three times in the middle!"

"I have to say, this competition is really fierce!"

"Why?" He Pingsheng said: "Isn't she the first place?"

"No!" Elder Ling Zhiwang said: "Before, the rankings on this Dragon Stele basically recorded disciples from the Imperial Capital, and cultivators from remote large commanderies outside basically rarely ran over to the Imperial Capital to specifically compete for this so-called Dragon Stele!"

"This time it's different!"

"Because regardless of winning or losing, the cultivators participating in the Nine Nations Grand Competition have the opportunity to go to the Xuan Sect holy land 【Asking Mountain】 to listen to the Dao, so geniuses from all major commanderies have come over!"

"Geniuses fighting each other is naturally extraordinary!"

"So... the Princess..."

He Pingsheng nodded: "I understand!"

In this way, the Princess's combat power was still extremely fierce.

Think about it, among the seventy-plus large commanderies of the Great Liang Kingdom, Princess Qinghe could still stand in the top ten, which was enough to prove her strength.

"Fellow Daoist He, which Dragon Terrace are you prepared to challenge?"

Elder Ling Zhiwang pointed forward.

He Pingsheng looked over.

Ten arenas, all fighting.

Just as he was watching, Liang Huaqiu, wearing a moon-white robe, suddenly came to He Pingsheng's side.

"Greetings, Princess!"

He Pingsheng and Elder Ling Zhiwang bowed respectfully.

Liang Huaqiu said: "Why are you being polite again? You... are your injuries healed?"

"Didn't leave any problems, right?"

While speaking, Liang Huaqiu's gaze also moved slightly downward.

He Pingsheng's face turned dark: "Princess, don't joke!" After speaking, he hurriedly changed the subject: "Have you fought?"

"Today's match has already been fought!" Princess Qinghe said: "I'm just looking at who will win in the ninth arena today, so I can prepare!"

Because the one who wins in the ninth arena today will compete with Princess Qinghe early tomorrow morning.

Princess Qinghe is the stele guardian.

After she fights one match every day, the rest of the people competing can compete in turn, and then after competing for the only one, the first match of the next day will fight the stele guardian.

Every Dragon Terrace is the same.

"Wish you victory tomorrow!" He Pingsheng smiled.

Liang Huaqiu asked: "Which number do you want to fight?"

"How about... you try number one... Tian Jiashen is really strong... when I competed with him for the first time in the arena, he only used four moves, and I had to surrender!"

"He is a Golden Core Channel, and the twelfth layer!"

He Pingsheng looked at the first arena and didn't see Tian Jiashen.

This fellow wasn't there either.

"No!" He Pingsheng shook his head: "I can't even beat you, how could I beat that first place?"

"I still... how about trying the tenth place!"

His gaze looked at the tenth arena.

The most lively one was the tenth arena.

Because in everyone's impression, the last arena must be the easiest, right?

"That's fine!" Princess Qinghe said: "Let's go, I'll take you over..."

"The rules of this competition are the same as when we were together, no external objects are allowed!"

"Otherwise, even if you achieve results, it will be invalid!"

"Good!" He Pingsheng said: "Thank you!"

In front of every Dragon Terrace, there was an official management staff.

He Pingsheng came to the management staff.

That person was just a Foundation Establishment disciple, and after seeing Princess Qinghe, he bowed respectfully.

"No need for courtesy!" Princess Qinghe pointed to He Pingsheng: "Give him a badge and let him go up to fight!"

"Yes!" That person gave He Pingsheng a badge.

With a badge, he could go up to the stage at any time.

He Pingsheng didn't go up to the stage for the first time, but took a look next to him.

There were really a lot of people.

Looking over, there were seventy or eighty people.

"*Peng... *"

Just at this time, on the tenth Dragon Terrace, the winner was decided.

A chubby male cultivator knocked a Daoist nun off the arena.

"Number seven wins..." the management staff under the stage raised his hand and said: "Number seven... are you resting or continuing to compete in the next match?"

Just finished competing, the spiritual power must be exhausted.

So according to the rules, you can rest for a while after finishing a match.

But some cultivators feel strong, so they can continue the next match without resting.

For example, this male cultivator.

The chubby male cultivator raised his hand and said: "Continue!"

"Good!" The management staff nodded, and then looked at He Pingsheng: "This Senior, you can go on stage!"

"Today's number ninety-four goes on stage to challenge!"

As soon as this was said, it immediately caused dissatisfaction around.

"Why?"

"I am number twenty-something and haven't waited yet, why does this number ninety-four go up?"

"Exactly, isn't it first come, first served?"

"How do you manage things?"

Many people shouted at the management staff.

The management staff was suddenly like an ant on a hot pot.

He looked at Princess Qinghe, hoping Princess Qinghe could help him.

As a result... Princess Qinghe hurriedly retreated a few steps.

She wished she could give this guy a few slaps: just wait, being so blatant to provoke public anger, really stupid.

As a result...

*Peng! *

Just when everyone was arguing, a muffled sound suddenly came from the stage.

Everyone looked back, only to see He Pingsheng standing on the arena, while the fat cultivator didn't know when he had already fallen under the stage.

This...

Including Princess Qinghe, everyone was dumbfounded!

It's over?

We haven't seen it yet!

Now everyone was quiet.

The management staff hurriedly wiped his sweat and said: "Number ninety-four, continue or rest?"

He Pingsheng said: "Continue!"

Then, another cultivator walked onto the arena.

This time everyone opened their eyes wide, wanting to see how He Pingsheng knocked people off the arena just now.

As a result...

Very fast!

He Pingsheng's figure flashed, the Three Thousand Rushing Thunder Method was activated, *whoosh*—he appeared in front of the opponent, and regardless of the opponent's attack, he kicked out directly.

*Peng... *

Spiritual power erupted on his foot, and a substantial energy fluctuation erupted with bright golden light.

Not only was the opponent's strike broken by He Pingsheng, but he was also kicked down.

*Peng*—he landed under the arena.

This time He Pingsheng didn't wait for the management staff to speak, directly saying: "Continue!" ===== CHAPTER 397 =====