Ultimate Devouring Evolution

At exactly nine o'clock, the martial arts conference started on time.

Naturally, another leadership speech.

Leaders who were rarely seen on weekdays all popped up and said a bunch of things that had nothing to do with the competition.

It was already 10:30 in the morning when the real competition started.

The first thing to do is the competition of the junior group.

The junior group has the largest number of people, reaching more than 3,000 people.

This is because the junior group has already conducted preliminaries in various divisions before, and eliminated most of them.

Otherwise, the number of people would be at least 100,000 or more.

These quasi-warriors from level 1 to level 5 fought fiercely on the dozens of arenas.

Below the arena, the audience kept shouting and boiling.

But most of these people are ordinary people.

These competitions in the junior group are only attractive to ordinary people.

For those quasi warriors and warriors with a higher level, there is no attraction.

Zhang Fan was in the rest area of ​​the contestants, yawning out of boredom.

Almost didn't fall asleep.

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder heavily.

Then, a rough voice sounded behind him: "Brother Zhang Fan, you are here too!"

When Zhang Fan heard this voice, he knew it was Mo Xi.

Looking back, he saw Mo Xi, who was tall and burly, carrying a two-meter-long giant sword, standing behind him with a smile.

Beside him is his younger sister Mochou.

Mo Chou also carried a two-meter-long giant sword.

Compared with her petite figure, there is really too much contrast.

Coupled with her pretty face and slim figure, she quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Mo Chou obviously enjoyed it.

Since she was a child, she has been the focus of people's attention. After becoming a warrior at the age of thirty, she has been regarded as a genius goddess by many men.

Of course, this also made her develop a proud character.

Without even looking at Zhang Fan, she said to Mo Xi, "Brother, I said, don't waste time on this kind of person."

Mo Xi waved his hand and said, "I've said it all, Brother Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person. An eighteen-year-old warrior is already a super genius."

Mo Chou gave Mo Xi a blank look, and said, "With the potion, even a beggar on the street can become a warrior. What's the use of such a warrior? Even a quasi-martial artist of level 10 can easily kill him. "

It is unbelievable to be able to become a martial artist at the age of eighteen.

The only explanation, I'm afraid it's because he drank potions all day to become a martial artist.

And such warriors only reached the level of warriors.

Its true strength is probably not even as good as a level 10 quasi-warrior.

Mo Chou, relying on her own cultivation like this, was a genius who broke through to being a martial artist at the age of thirty, so she naturally looked down on this kind of person.

Zhang Fan smiled lightly and did not explain.

Mo Xi patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder: "Don't mind, my little sister is like this."

Mo Xi originally wanted to sit and watch the game with Zhang Fan, but he always felt that Zhang Fan was not like an ordinary person.

But Mo Chou didn't want to sit with a potion warrior like Zhang Fan, so Mo Xi could only smile awkwardly at Zhang Fan, and then left with Mo Chou.

Zhang Fan didn't care about an arrogant woman like Mo Chou.

Anyway, all he wants is the championship, and anything else is just a cloud to him.

...

Due to the large number of rings, the competition progressed faster.

By six o'clock in the afternoon, the competition for the junior group was over.

After an hour's rest, at seven o'clock in the afternoon, the competition of the intermediate group continued.

By eleven o'clock at night, the competition of the intermediate group had also finished.

The competition organizing committee announced that today's competition is here.

Tomorrow we will continue with the senior group competition.

...

At noon the next day, twelve o'clock.

The competition for the senior group was finally overdue.

At this time, people's emotions have reached their peak.

senior group,

It was a duel between warriors and warriors.

A duel between the real strong.

Most of them rarely see warriors on weekdays, let alone see duels between warriors.

This martial arts conference provided such an opportunity for everyone to see the battle between warriors.

Ordinary people are purely watching the fun;

And those cultivators, it is to learn something from the battle between warriors.

After the competition officially started, some warriors came to the stage to compete one after another, each winning or losing.

Soon after, it was Sima Yu's turn to take the stage.

As soon as he stepped onto the ring, there was a burst of cheers from under the ring.

"Sima is a good man!"

"Sima is a good man!"

"Sima is a good man!"

Around the entire playing field, it was like boiling water.

Obviously, this is by far the most popular player.

After all, Sima Dashan has a good reputation.

Who would not support such a powerful, talented and caring person?

There was even a woman who yelled at the top of her voice: "Sima Dashan, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

The other women were suddenly unhappy: "Just you? Are you worthy of Sima Dashan? You look like pigs, even if you give birth, you can only give birth to a litter of piglets."

The woman before said with her plump breasts upright: "As long as I can give birth to Sima Dashan, let alone a litter of piglets, even a litter of maggots, I am willing. How?!"

When Sima Yu on the ring heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Can Nima be normal?

You can be my mother, what will happen?

And a nest of maggots is born, why don't you die?

Hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing.

But it can also be seen from this how popular Sima Yu is.

Definitely the well-deserved popularity king of this conference.

On the rostrum, the leaders of the Martial Artists Association, as well as leaders from all walks of life, felt the change in Sima Yu's breath one by one. They were all secretly surprised.

Among those leaders, there were warriors, and they said in surprise:

"When he signed up, he was a junior warrior, right? Why is he an intermediate warrior now?"

"Obviously, a breakthrough."

"But you're only 30 years old, and you've reached an intermediate martial artist? This...is definitely the youngest intermediate martial artist in history!"

"Yeah, so Sima Yu is a genius."

"It's no wonder that he will become the key training target of the Warrior Association."

"President Wen, President Liu, it is really gratifying to have such a genius in your Warrior Association."

Wen Yangming nodded, and replied with a smile: "Yes, this Sima Yu is definitely a genius among geniuses. The youngest intermediate warrior in history will have limitless achievements in the future."

Vice President James Liu just nodded politely.

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Fan all the time.

Only he knew that compared with Zhang Fan, Sima Yu was not even Mao.