Feng Xuan and Xuan Shi looked at the huge battle platform in front of them in shock. Feng Xuan asked: "But Uncle Ling, some warriors are extremely destructive. Why is there no sign of damage to this battle platform?" He remembered the regretful blow from the blood energy body when Uncle Xuan Niu broke through. If it had been hit directly on this bloody battle platform, even this bloody battle platform would not have been able to hold on for a few times. "Haha, it is said that this is a battle platform built by the great priest of the Li Shang tribe. It is composed of magical abilities and has many formations carved into the battle platform. If you want to completely destroy this bloody battle platform, unless you have the strength of the Hidden Essence Realm, this bloody battle platform has the ability to slowly recover on its own," Xuan Ling said with a smile. Only then did Feng Xuan understand. No wonder this bloody battle platform had gone through so long, and countless warriors had fought on it, but most of it had not been damaged. As for Xuan Shi on the side, he didn't think so much, he just sighed that this battle platform was really a big deal. The three of them stood below and waited for about half an hour. Suddenly, they saw a burly warrior flying from a distance at low altitude until he was suspended in the air above the bloody battle platform. Feng Xuan's pupils shrank and he murmured: "The Hidden Essence Realm!" It is common sense that warriors can only fly in the air if they are in the Hidden Essence Realm. The human warrior looked slightly at the people below, and suddenly a loud shout rang in everyone's ears.
"Quiet!" Under the shout of the warrior, the noisy venue suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were focused on the warrior standing suspended in mid-air. The warrior then smiled with satisfaction. "I believe that many people here know me. I am Beili Xiongtian, the leader of the Li Shang tribe. I will personally preside over this competition between the geniuses of each tribe." Seeing that the people below had no reaction and continued to listen to his words, Beili Xiongtian paused before continuing: “Everyone must be confused as to why we were notified that geniuses from various tribes need to come in person. I won’t keep it secret. This time, the secret realm of the Baling Tribe, our giant human tribe in Qishan, is opened. We hereby invite geniuses from all human tribes below the Yunzang Realm to come. As long as the bone age has not reached 18, all can meet the requirements. But there is a limit on the number of people. Each medium-sized tribe of our human tribe can send five people, and these five people naturally need you to be as strong as possible. And the geniuses of our Lishang tribe are also competing in this competition. Among them, whoever defeats them can also take away the spot! " As he spoke, Beili Xiongtian glanced at everyone present. "There are a total of 47 small human tribes coming this time. Each tribe can send out two geniuses to challenge on the stage, while our Lishang tribe sends out 6 geniuses to fight. If we make up the number of hundreds, do you have any objections?" Everyone present was talking a lot, but no one had any doubts about the Li Shang tribe sending six geniuses to participate in the battle. Not to mention that the Li Shang tribe was the organizer. If they hadn't informed them, no one would have even known about the opening of this secret realm. There is no qualification to go to the Baling tribe. Moreover, as a medium-sized tribe, the Lishang tribe would not be ridiculed if they were treated the same as ordinary small tribes. Now that they only send 6 geniuses, it is quite fair for the Lishang tribe. Of course, on the other hand, the confidence of the Lishang tribe can also be seen. . Seeing that no one raised any questions, Beili Xiongtian smiled with satisfaction, and then said: "Anyone with a bone age of 18 or below can take the stage. If it is detected that the bone age does not meet the requirements, they will be directly disqualified for this time. You should be cautious and don't do anything to bring shame on yourself. Now I will draw lots in my hand. The tribe immediately sent people forward to fight on stage!" Feng Xuan and Xuan Shi looked at Xuan Ling, who nodded and said: "You two will come forward later. When you think of my Xuanying Tribe, you can come up and one of you can come forward. The Baling Tribe is a giant human tribe in our Qishan Mountains. As a large human tribe, the secret realm they have naturally contains huge opportunities, so they should not give up easily, but if you really can't do it, don't force it. Swords have no eyes, and a little carelessness will lead to death! " As a witch cultivator, Feng Xuan has naturally read many ancient books and is no stranger to secret realms. It is said that this is a kind of cave world, which is in a special space interlayer. It cannot be detected from the outside, but inside the secret realm is a different world. . Usually this kind of secret realm will have a rich output of resources, perhaps rare and rare exotic animals, perhaps various precious medicines and minerals, or special secret realms suitable for cultivation. Of course, there are also ordinary secret realms that are just a space, but do not have any special resources. They are just a huge, empty and desolate space without any function.
The Baling tribe will naturally not open an empty secret realm where no one produces anything to tease everyone. Li Xiongtian from Taipei has already started shaking a wooden barrel, which contains the signatures of all the tribes present. Beili Xiongtian randomly took out two of them, took a look at them and then read aloud: "The Dishan Tribe versus the Qingyang Tribe, go on stage immediately for bone examination!" There was a commotion in the crowd, and then people from the two tribes exchanged words with each other. Finally, two young people walked out one after another and climbed up the stone steps to the bloody battle platform. The Dishan tribe sent a burly young man, wearing a black animal skin vest that exposed his arms, carrying a huge bone stick, and having complex patterns painted on his face with red dye. The Qingyang Tribe is a relatively thin-looking young man with long messy hair tied randomly with unknown rattans. He is wearing a pair of coarse linen brown clothes and is carrying two animal horn scimitars in his hands. After the two came on stage, Beili Xiongtian first landed to feel their bones. After checking and finding that they were not over 18 years old, he nodded and took off. After signaling the two to get ready, he shouted: "Those who are seriously injured and unconscious or come on stage will be eliminated. Start!" The thin young man from the Qingyang tribe carefully took out two curved knives and began to move around the burly young man from the Dishan tribe, looking for an attack opportunity. The young man from the Dishan tribe also held the huge bone stick tightly in his hands, and responded carefully with a serious look. This guy from the Qingyang tribe is obviously a speed warrior. If he accidentally reveals a flaw, he will probably face a crazy attack. At this moment, the thin young man from the Qingyang tribe narrowed his eyes slightly, and in an instant, he took a few steps forward, waving the two knives in his hands into two afterimages, strangling the burly young man. Seeing this, the burly young man was not panicked, but smiled. If the thin young man had been deadlocked and he attacked first, it would really be easy to reveal a flaw. The burly young man shouted loudly, and held the huge bone stick horizontally by his side, and suddenly hit the thin young man horizontally with force. If the thin young man was hit head-on by this heavy blow, he would probably end up with a fracture and serious injury. Who knew that the thin young man had expected it, and the corners of his mouth curled up, his legs suddenly knelt down, and the whole person slid forward with the force of the forward rush, while the thin young man leaned back and barely avoided the powerful sweep. When he passed by the burly young man, he suddenly stood up, and the double knives in his hands turned into scissors, and directly placed them on the neck of the burly young man. As long as he exerted force, a good head would fly up, and blood would be spilled on this bloody battle stage. "I... I admit defeat!" The burly young man looked at the double knives in front of him with a pale face. The sharp blades of these two curved knives made of animal horns looked so dazzling in the sun. "Qingyang tribe, win!" With Beili Xiongtian's verdict, the thin young man also immediately retracted his double knives, nodded to the burly young man, and walked off the stage. The burly young man returned to the Dishan tribe with a depressed look on his face. He didn't expect that he would be defeated with just one move. When he was in the tribe, he always thought that he was a genius, and even the uncles thought that he was the hope of Dishan. Unexpectedly, he was subdued by a thin young man from a small tribe just after arriving in Lishang before fighting with the genius of the Lishang tribe. If the two were not fighting for life and death, I am afraid he would have been a headless corpse. The chief of the Dishan tribe patted the burly young man on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, that is the first genius of the Qingyang tribe, Gongyang Xing. It is said that he broke through to the boiling blood level a year ago, and his sheep horn scimitar is even more amazing. The Qingyang tribe is a top small tribe with a blood level master sitting in the center. Various resources are far superior to our Dishan tribe, and you are only at the peak of the bone forging level. It is not shameful for you to lose to him." The burly young man felt relieved when he heard that the other party was already at the boiling blood level. His face eased a little, and he was no longer as depressed as before. At this time, the next battle was about to begin.