Chapter 2201 It’s Hard to Lose Even if You Want To

Latest website: The agreement between Yi and Jiang Cheng soon spread to every corner through the mysterious world of heaven.

The entire Xuanjie was shocked.

For a time, everyone from the Ninth Level Xuan Sage to the Earth Xuan Tian Xuan were talking about the 'Three Passes of Wonderful Realm'.

Many people don't understand why Yi would do this.

"Why did Xuan Shen make a three-pass agreement with them?"

"Yes, with Xuan Shen's strength, you won't be in such trouble, right?"

"Don't you understand this? Xuan Shen is in charge of the way of heaven. It is inconvenient for him to take action against living beings. That would destroy the justice of the way of heaven."

"I understand, Xuan Shen has set up these three levels to give us a stage for a duel with the Abandoned Clan."

"Whether we can eliminate the Abandoned Clan depends on us."

And more people are curious about what those three levels are like.

"The first level is about attack power."

The person who said this was none other than Jing Hui, the patriarch of the Tiansheng Tribe.

Just a moment ago, he received Yi's 'oracle' and knew the content of the level.

"Attack power?"

"What's the meaning?"

There were more than a hundred other masters of the ninth level of Xuansheng gathered in the field.

Many people are a little confused about Monk Zhang Er.

"We are the gatekeepers, they are the gatekeepers."

Jing Hui uses his finger as a pen to paint in the void.

After a while, two weird buckets appeared on the field.

The two buckets are connected by a rope that is looped around a beam above.

Looking at the two buckets hanging on the beams, a group of elders in the palace who could destroy the world with just a wave of their hands said that this was really a blind spot in knowledge.

"What is this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you comparing attack power?"

"Is it to see who destroys those two barrels first?"

"No no no."

Yi Huai, the leader of the Tianxiao tribe, shook his finger.

"Look at the two buckets, they are both the same height now."

“But if one of the buckets gets heavier, what happens to the other bucket?”

Everyone's lips twitched, are you treating us like babies? At least give us some elementary school level questions.

Bai Zhe, the surviving member of the 13 elders of the Tianrong tribe, said gloomily: "Isn't that simple? Another one will rise up."

This is a very simple question.

The two buckets are connected by a rope and hung on the beam. If one side becomes heavier, it will fall, and the other side will naturally be pulled up.

"So what does this have to do with attack power?"

Yi Huai explained: "In the first level of competition, both sides stood in different buckets."

"Everyone has one chance to attack."

"Every time you attack, you can get a special weight."

"The more attack power, the more weight."

"Whoever's bucket hits the ground first is the winner."

Jing Hui nodded and said solemnly: "Our bucket landed first, which means they failed to pass the level. Then there is no need to compete in the next two levels."

"Their landing first means that we failed to hold the first level."

"So this is ah!"

Everyone couldn't help but marveled.

In actual combat, of course there would not be such a weird way of fighting.

This is obviously a special competition rule achieved by Yi using the way of heaven.

"Then this competition is about trying your best to hit your strongest blow and get as much weight as possible?"

"That's right, so I hope that all of you who are guarding the gates will not have any reservations."

"If you have any trump cards or tricks, use them all when the time comes."

The voice of Wen Hai, the clan leader of the Tiandong tribe, was like the collision of gold and stone, hitting everyone's heart.

"This time, it's not just to completely defeat the Abandoned Clan!"

"It is also to defend our Mysterious God, and it is a battle to rectify our name!"

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

"Absolutely!"

"Do not worry!"

"We will definitely win this level."

"That's right, there are so many of us at the ninth level of the Xuansheng, and there are only a few of them. How can they compare with us?"

"But……"

Suddenly someone in the crowd made a worried sound.

"Qiu Yuxuan has that sword. Even if we add all of us together, the attack power is far less than that sword, right?"

When he said this, the confident smiles of others immediately solidified on their faces.

Yes, that sword can kill ten ninth-level Xuansheng and hundreds of eighth-level Xuansheng in seconds.

There were more than a hundred people present who joined forces to attack, but they couldn't achieve that kind of effect!

"You don't have to worry about this."

Jing Hui touched his black beard and showed a confident smile.

"Xuan Shen has said it first. The power of debut cannot be used in the first level. Of course, we cannot use the power of Xuan Ling."

The smiles on everyone's faces immediately returned.

"Then there's really no need to worry."

"Qiu Yuxuan's sword must be a special Tao. As long as she can't use Tao, she won't be able to use that sword."

"That's right, this woman is nothing to worry about anymore."

"Crush them!"

Without the threat of that sword, the big stone in everyone's heart disappeared, and everyone felt relaxed.

Someone looked at the two wooden barrels in the void and asked with great joy: "Can that bucket hold so many people?"

"Our eight major tribes have more than hundreds of millions of people."

"Put it all in, how big does the bucket have to be?"

"Haha, that's Xuan Shen's method. Even if the entire Xuan Realm is contained, it's not a problem, right?"

"Ahem, you are wrong."

Yi Huai coughed lightly.

“It is still unknown how many people can be sent in the first round.”

"ah?"

"What's the meaning?"

Wen Hai explained: "The number of people in the first round is not fixed. It depends on how many people the other party sends."

"In other words, if they send one, we can only send one. If they send ten, we can send ten?"

"No."

Jing Hui shook his head seriously at first, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"As gatekeepers, we can outnumber them twice as many!"

Everyone in the venue was stunned at first, and then they all laughed.

"Hahahaha, there is such a good thing?"

"They can't use that sword, and our number can be doubled. Tell me how we can lose?"

"This, this, this, it's really hard to lose."

"Steady, steady!"

While they were gearing up, Jiang Cheng had already led his army to the border of Taiyi Wonderland.

What appeared before them was an endless green field.

In front of the wilderness, a huge arena rose from the ground.

The gray arena soars straight into the sky, exuding a mottled ancient atmosphere that seems incompatible with the surrounding fantasy.

There are two entrances to the arena.

One black and one white.

There was no need to explain at all. Everyone seemed to be blessed and immediately understood the meaning of these two entrances.

The black entrance represents participating in this challenge.

The white entrance is for spectators.

How many people choose to enter the arena to challenge this level depends entirely on Jiang Cheng’s decision.

But before he could make a decision, Qiu Yuxuan had already stood in front of the black door.

"Count me in for this one."