Global Survival: 100 Times Cultivation Speed From The Start

Global Survival: 100 Times Cultivation Speed From The Start Chapter 394

Chapter 394 Demon Spirit Race, the weird black robed youth!

Chu Feng couldn't wait.

If the Demon Slaying Blade can be recast once and reach its true peak, then the chance of success in Transcending Tribulation can be increased by at least another 30%!

It's just that the timing is not right now.

Chu Feng still understands the truth of guilt.

The Demon Slaying Knife is not an ordinary treasure, it is worth hundreds of thousands of Star Domain essence!

Normally, Guanghua is introverted and can't see anything even in battle.

When it can be recast, it will inevitably lead to Divine Item Thunder Tribulation, which is the only way for Divine Item to be born.

At that time, I don't have the strength to determine the world, and a greedy peak S-rank emerges casually. Wouldn't I be finished?

There must be such a strong person in the rebel army.

Chu Feng never doubted this.

Thinking of this, I can only temporarily suppress the thoughts in my heart.

I just silently paid attention to these dwarves, and if I have a chance, I can make a good relationship first.

Just as Chu Feng was thinking.

In the center of the city, above the ring, there is an old silhouette slowly falling, and the body is full of breath.

Someone in the audience recognized the visitor and shouted excitedly.

"It's the Sir City Lord, and he's the one hosting this time."

"Sir City Lord seems like a real Venerable powerhouse, right?"

Chu Feng Beside him, Anderson explained in a low voice.

"Frederick City Lord, he is also a veteran of the rebel army. He used to be the commander of the conventional combat unit, but he has also stepped back to the second line over the years. He came to the headquarters to be idle. City Lord."

Chu Feng just nodded.

Looking at the old man, he whispered to himself.

"The peak of the primary S-rank...or the powerhouse of the high-rank S-rank."

Inside the rebel army, it is also Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

It's an organization that's been at the hands of Demon Race for so many years.

Then, with the old man's light cough.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Obviously the prestige of the old man is not low.

Immediately, the old man simply said a few words and immediately announced the start of the grand competition.

Threw away a golden scroll in the hand, which lists the names of all the contestants, corresponding to a number.

Under the golden scroll is an opaque wide-mouthed jade pot.

The old man said solemnly.

"There are 38 contestants in this grand competition. They will draw lots according to the order on the reels to decide their opponents. The winner will go to the next round and the loser will be eliminated."

Off the field, Anderson couldn't help but muttered.

"This rule is too sloppy. If it's bad luck and encounters the perverts like Yue Lingran and Mei Changqing, wouldn't they be eliminated immediately?"

Under this rule, even if you have the strength to compete for the top ten, it is useless!

Not only Anderson felt inappropriate, but most of the players on the scene who were not very confident in their own strength couldn't help but start complaining.

The only ones who can keep calm are Yue Lingran, Mei Changqing, and black robed youth.

Of course, also Chu Feng.

In his eyes, this is just a group of little children playing house.

Now Chu Feng just wants to hurry up and go to the ancient pagoda.

This simple and straightforward rule is exactly what he wants.

"Silence!"

Above the ring, the old man coldly snorted.

"hmph! The rules are like this. Anyone who has an opinion can withdraw from the competition!"

"Luck is also a part of Martial Artist's strength! Are you fighting against Demon Race? , can you also choose an opponent?"

"Now, Yue Lingran, get out of the queue and draw lots!"

Seeing that the old man seemed angry, no one dared to say anything.

next moment.

I saw Yue Lingran said nothing, walked out indifferently, floated up, and easily came to the wide-mouthed jade pot, reached out and took out a golden note.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the golden note in Yue Lingran's hand.

I am afraid that the person who will be drawn is me.

“Booker.”

Yue Lingran read the above name indifferently.

Suddenly, there was a breath of relief from the crowd.

Only in the Orc Alliance, a werewolf looked desperate.

"It's over! The top ten is hopeless!"

This is the only thought in the werewolf's mind.

The surrounding ethnic groups cast one after another gloating eyes.

The second lottery was Mei Changqing. I saw that this person came to the jade pot in an instant.

I grabbed it casually and said the name indifferently.

"Frank."

Another scream rang out.

Then, one by one, the contestants came forward to draw lots.

Some people are happy and some are worried.

All are members of the rebel army, and some are even playmates from childhood to adulthood, and they know both sides very well.

Basically, the moment the lottery is drawn, you know whether you have a chance of winning.

Andersen and Darren were lucky.

Both of them drew a primary super A.

Anderson is confident.

At this point, there are no draws yet, only black robed youth and Chu Feng are left. The two played as foreign aid, so they were naturally ranked last.

Chu Feng subconsciously glanced at black robed youth.

black robed youth just smiled faintly, then looked away, and stepped forward to draw lots.

But Chu Feng frowned slightly.

I didn't notice it just now.

Being close to this black robed youth made Chu Feng feel uncomfortable.

I seem to instinctively hate the person in front of me.

Chu Feng was a little puzzled.

Why?

Is this the first time I see this guy?

Chu Feng sensed it again, but still found nothing.

Looking at the race, this guy should be a demon spirit.

A race that has been passed down from ancient times to the present, but is not very well-known.

But it was also a member of the rebellion against Demon Race at the time, but later disappeared.

I didn't expect to see it here today.

It's just that Chu Feng still has doubts in his heart.

It stands to reason that even if this guy is a demon spirit race, he shouldn't instinctively feel disgusted.

It seems that even the bloodline in the body is rejecting this guy.

"Interesting..."

Chu Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Soon, black robed youth also drew lots.

Finally, it was Chu Feng's turn.

In fact, he simply didn't need to smoke.

The opponent has long been determined.

But Chu Feng still came out.

It's like black robed youth has gone too.

Originally, no one noticed Chu Feng.

Everyone is paying attention to their next opponents

Can wait until Chu Feng takes the first step.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Someone couldn't help pointing at Chu Feng, surprised.

"I... I read that right, this guy... doesn't seem to be a Transcendent A Grade, right?"

"Damn it! He seems to be just a mortal Martial Artist?"

p>

"Accurately speaking, it's just a C-level Martial Artist!"

"Hey...is this guy crazy? Even a mere C-level Martial Artist dares to mix with Transcendent A-level. The battle between them?"

"It's really big in the world, there are no wonders!"

"Yi! Look, this guy seems to be the foreign aid invited by the An family!"< /p>

"Hahaha! Isn't this a joke! An Jia is also in a hurry to go to the doctor, so it's not ashamed to get a C-level Martial Artist!"

"Yes, it seems like this C-level Martial Artist, who also killed the Little Princess of the Mei Family before. I heard that Mei Hong went to the Anfu to make a lot of trouble yesterday, just to kill him. It was only blocked by the An family, which saved a small life. ."

"Ai, then why did this guy take the initiative to court death? He is not afraid to run into Mei Hong and be killed directly? Fortunately, Mei Hong's opponent has been determined."

< p> "Don't rush to a conclusion, let's see who that guy's opponent is first?"

"Hey...Mei Family's Transcendent A Grade? Isn't this young man dead?? ”

(End of this chapter)