Chapter 47 The Strongest Body Under the Melting God

The once-in-nine-years Shenwu Arena is approaching, and more than two thousand people from the four sects in the southern region have arrived. Shuangta Mountain is unusually lively. Even the Mingshen Sect of Yuzhou, its neighbor in the south, and the Poshan Sect of Quezhou, its neighbor in the north, have sent a team of several hundred people.

In order to maintain the reputation of the Mengshen Sect, the elders of each hall encouraged their disciples. If the top spots in the eight arenas were all won by other sects, the Mengshen Sect would have to find a fig leaf to cover up the entire Shuangta Mountain for at least the next hundred years.

As the days passed, this divine martial arts arena that brought together the seven major sects and three dynasties finally kicked off at the Nine Star Martial Arts Field on the south mountain of Shuangta Mountain.

Meng Laocai, who followed the elders of the sect to the Mengshen Sect, set up his small stall again. The last time he made a big profit, he gained a lot of insights.

"Junior Sister Jiang, would you like to play a little trick?" Seeing Jiang Miaomiao coming with a group of little girls, Meng Laocai hurriedly greeted them.

"You're a liar again. No one won last time." Seeing an acquaintance, Jiang Miaomiao walked up and joked with a smile.

"Surely, this is not my fault. It was your brother who packed up all the prizes and took them away."

"Besides, this is all about eyesight and luck. A little gambling is fun, and I never manipulate the results." Meng Laocai said righteously.

“Damn it, you still dare to say that you won’t manipulate the results? I really feel sorry for my fellow brothers from Ruyi Gate!” Pang Tianyun also walked over with a smile. As fellow survivors of the Jueshui catastrophe, he brought everyone closer together.

Many people around who knew about the Thousand Caves Martial Arts Tournament laughed. It was really that Meng Laocai was too cool to backstab his ally in the end!

"In the fifth-grade arena, I bet on my junior brother Lin to win the championship!" After saying that, Pang Tianyun threw a pill bottle over. As for the odds and so on, he didn't care.

They are not here to cause trouble, at least not the Four Sects in the Southern Region. The only one that is nervous is the Mengshen Sect!
"In the sixth-rank arena, I'm also going to bet on my junior brother Hong from Qingteng Palace." Fang Jingjing threw out 100,000 blood energy pills generously, and a group of girls followed suit.

This group of girls are all descendants of high-ranking members of the Mengshen Sect. They have no shortage of resources and their realms are all at the second or third level. However, none of them participated in this Shenwu Arena. Their treasures are definitely not weak among those at the same level, but they cannot be called strong either. After all, combat experience, courage, and bloodiness are also very important.

Meng Laocai registered them one by one with a smile. Everyone bet on their own people for the sake of face, so there was no chance of losing money on this kind of deal.

"You have a cunning look on your face. Remember to treat me later." Pang Tianyun looked at the money-grubber with contempt.

"It's not my turn to treat you. Wait until Junior Brother Jiang comes out of seclusion, and we'll eat from the South Mountain to the North Mountain, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain!" Meng Laocai's eyes were narrowed by smiling.

"You are so shameless. The host hasn't even arrived yet, but you've already booked the banquet for him."

"What are you afraid of? Aren't we just here to give him money?"

"Right!"

Not to mention the purpose of the sect's top leaders coming to Mengshen Sect, the few disciples who survived in Jueshui City all wanted to ask for a treasure that suits them. After all, Jiang Yi's performance in Jueshui City was too eye-catching, and Jiang Yi's identity as a natural warrior was no longer a secret.

The sect openly stated that the mission was to communicate, but the Mengshen Sect claimed that this was a weapon refining system that belonged only to Jiang Yi and could not be copied at present, so they could only wait.

In their eyes, Jiang Yi was not stronger than them. What was stronger was his treasures. However, the ninth-rank treasures refined by the sect could not do that. As for the top-grade treasures, not to mention that they were unable to control them with their strength, even if they were strong enough, it might not be their turn.

The Nine Star Martial Arts Arena was built according to the trajectory of the stars in the sky. There are a total of nine arenas, and every session of the Divine Martial Arts Arena is held here.

Jiang Miaomiao and a group of girls went all the way to the highest second-grade arena, to watch the fun and learn from the experience.

"Miaomiao, I think the auspicious cloud and the Tianmu mirror are very interesting. Didn't you ask Brother Jiang to make a set for you?"

The effects of the seven magic weapons and one treasure as prizes had been announced long ago, attracting countless warriors who were originally not interested in the Shenwu Arena to join in, ready to give it a try.

In order to make Jiang Yi famous and to shut up those sects that came to exchange equipment refining techniques, the Mengshen Sect directly used the name of magic weapon, separated magic weapons from treasures, and collectively called the ones refined by Jiang Yi magic weapons.

Don't always use the greater good to pressure me, what about the unity of the world, resisting foreign enemies, and advancing and retreating together? If you have the ability, solve the system problems of the God-given warriors yourselves!

"Boss Jiang said to wait a little longer." Jiang Miaomiao shook her head. Having come down the mountain once and experienced life and death, her ideas were completely different from those of these young sisters. When choosing a treasure, she no longer only focused on novelty and fun, but paid more attention to practicality.

Now that I think about it, I couldn’t wait to set up a ring in the Canghe Martial Arts Arena after receiving the Five-Colored Stone from Boss Jiang. It was so childish and stupid!
"I really envy you. The magic weapons that Brother Jiang refines are very interesting. They are unlike those in the Bailian Palace, which only have the same few tricks over and over again."

"Yes, it would be more perfect if the auspicious clouds were colorful!" A group of people chattered one after another, and soon the topic turned to some recent gossip on the mountain.

At this moment, a figure had landed on the second-grade arena. With a height of over two and a half meters and a body as strong as an iron tower, he stood on the arena like a small mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Everyone, there's no need to wait for the draw. If you want to go up, just come directly. If no one can beat me down, then this first place will belong to me!"

Arrogant! Arrogant! Domineering!

The warriors below the ring were immediately enraged, and many of their fellow disciples were also furious.

"Hey, is this Master Wei Chengming from the South Tower?"

“He’s so tall!”

"Does he want to defend the title?"

"No way. It is said that there are more than 5,000 second-level contestants. Even if they have powerful treasures, they can't withstand such a war of attrition!"

Several female disciples cried out in surprise. This disciple from the Nanta Sect's main lineage rarely showed up on the mountain, and many of them even saw him for the first time.

Regardless of the surprise and anger of the people around him, someone couldn't help but jump onto the stage. It was a disciple of the Dark God Sect. The martial arts inherited by the Dark God Sect were very strange, but below the first rank, there was no difference between them and ordinary warriors.

He jumped onto the stage and started to attack, but unfortunately the next moment he was slapped away along with his treasure.

The failure of one person cannot scare the thousands of contestants below. Many of them do have the idea of ​​a round-robin battle. If one person wants to challenge thousands of them alone, he must be dreaming!
Well, this is the Mengshen Sect, it’s hard to say.

Wei Chengming was not given any chance to rest. When one person was knocked down, someone else would take his place. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of people were defeated, and all of them were taken down with one move.

Everyone who came on stage hoped that he would be the last straw that broke Wei Chengming's back, but after a quick attack, the opponent remained motionless as a mountain, and did not even use his treasure. His aura did not drop at all, and his blood rushed into the sky, looking more like a wild beast than a wild beast.

Is he really a second-grade?

The remaining contestants backed off. They wanted to fight in a round-robin format, but no one wanted to be cannon fodder in the process!
"Can a second-grade being be so strong?"

"It is said that Senior Brother Wei, like Brother Jiang, is a gifted warrior. But for some reason, Senior Brother Wei is almost fifty years old and still has not yet entered the first-grade realm." Fang Jingjing is well-informed.

"Isn't it said that a God-given warrior can comprehend the meaning of martial arts more easily than an ordinary warrior?"

"Who knows."

Wei Chengming stood on the stage and looked around. Many people didn't even dare to look at him. "No one else? I'll take the prize!"

"Brother Wei has only just defeated 10% of his competitors. It's too early to claim victory!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but kill the ring again, but he couldn't change the outcome of being defeated by one move. At this point, many people's thoughts have changed. They want to try if they can resist Wei Chengming's move on the stage. As for winning, the gap is too big!
Some people were also curious whether Wei Chengming could really defeat five thousand opponents of the same level in a round-robin battle on his own.

"He also failed to comprehend the spirit of martial arts. How could he be so strong?"

"Too strong, can a first-grade body reach this level?"

"If a first-rank warrior doesn't use his martial spirit, he won't be his opponent if he fights with his physical body alone!"

"So Senior Brother Wei, this is the strongest body below the Melting God?"

"Maybe!"

　I went home for the Chinese New Year and had a lot of things to do. I could only type on my phone. It took me almost four hours to type this much. It’s hard to understand how those big guys can make 7,000 or 8,000 yuan with their phones. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)