In the demon cultivator camp, Yun Zhao heard the words, smiled bitterly, and frowned: "So what if you don't comply? Don't forget where this place is. If there is a war, we will still be the ones who suffer."

"In my opinion, it's good to just follow it. You all have great skills, and you all rely on your own abilities in the arena. If you can defeat those smelly Taoist priests in an honest and fair manner, the sect will definitely be rewarded after you return to the sect!"

After saying these words, the hearts of all the demon cultivators were filled with fire and their fighting spirit was high.

Liefeng took a deep look at him. This kid was being careless. He only said what if he won, but didn't say whether he would be punished by the sect if he lost.

However, he would not tell the truth. Now he needed these monks to show up their fighting spirit and fight desperately.

Fortunately, the people from the Immortal Sect sent a message saying that this battle in the arena is focused on this and no one's life should be hurt.

He actually breathed a sigh of relief. If these disciples died here, even if he was favored, he would probably not be able to bear it.

Soon, after the two sects discussed it, they decided on the date for the start of the arena.

The arena battle between the two sects started soon. There was a mixed crowd in Lihuo Territory, with all eyes looking towards the camps of the two sects. Some of the bolder ones actually made a bet on which sect would win.

There is also that shrewd one who will open the betting market one after another in ten competitions. After ten games, he may not be able to make a lot of money.

After Yue Chen heard about this, he boldly ran to place a bet, betting one hundred thousand spirit stones that the Immortal Sect would win.

After the others heard about it, they also placed bets, betting that the Immortal Sect would win.

After the Demon Sect monk found out, it was okay, so he also ran to bet on the victory of the Demon Sect.

At this time, the two parties were as high-spirited as if they had eaten dragon meat, vowing to beat the opponent to a pulp and surrender without a fight!

This day was sunny and windy, and even the heat in the air was somewhat reduced.

A wide space in the center of the fire domain was surrounded by crowds.

There were no formations arranged in that place. It must be that the two sects of immortals and demons didn't trust the other, so they left it as it was. The place was huge and they could do whatever they wanted.

In the Xianzong camp, the pavilions and pavilions were already filled with people.

An observation platform was also set up in the Demon Cultivator Camp, and at this time, the platform was also dark and filled with people.

Yue Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side, only to see that the person leading the other side was a fair-faced boy in his twenties. He must have been the monk from the Heavenly Demon Sect who had a conflict with Liu Yi.

Liefeng's consciousness moved, and his eyes suddenly looked towards the Xianzong Pavilion. He saw a young boy about ten years old with a handsome face, squinting his eyes and looking at him.

His heart moved, and he immediately understood Yue Chen's identity. He thought that this was the monk from Shenleifeng who used the aperture to fight the golden elixir.

Liefeng saw him at the front of the pavilion and thought about Yuechen's identity. Unexpectedly, a Tiangang-level demon cultivator next to him suddenly burst into laughter: "Is there no one left in this Immortal Sect? This little Douding is also going to enter the ring. Really?"

Make people laugh out loud!" After saying that, he burst out laughing.

Liefeng's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly looked toward the pavilion, only to see that everyone on the opposite side was looking at him with angry expressions on his face.

He grinded his teeth, wishing to beat this incompetent thing to death. In the blink of an eye, he thought of several torture methods for him!

On the side of the Immortal Sect, the monks were comforting Yue Chen, saying that they would make the demonic cultivator look good later.

Yue Chen didn't care, he said calmly: "Brothers, you don't have to do this. You just need to show your true skills and go all out later. If you are defeated, just admit defeat. Always put your own life first!"

All the monks responded one after another, and soon the battle in the arena officially began.

Naturally, the first person to take the stage was the foundation-building competition. The first person from the Immortal Sect to take part was a disciple of Hidden Sword Peak, named Yang Hao. He was only thirteen years old and had already completed the foundation-building stage.

And he shouldn't be here, but he went out to visit friends with his master. He heard about this on the way, and begged his master to come over in order to have a fight with the demon cultivator.

As for his master, he was thrown into the camp but did not show up. Presumably he did not want to add to the gossip.

It's just that the two sects have set up a formation, and there must be seniors from the sects behind them to take charge, just in case, but they didn't show up.

At this time, Yang Hao had already flown to the competition venue with his sword. Seeing this, the demon cultivator on the opposite side also sent a monk of similar level.

When the foundation-building demon cultivator stood still, Yang Hao raised his sword, and a fierce sword intent shot up into the sky, blowing his sleeves and robes.

Everyone was amazed, this Yang Hao is not old, but his swordsmanship is very powerful. He must be a young genius. Are there so many geniuses these days? Everyone is full of curses!

Yang Hao does not use flying swords, he uses a spiritual sword to perfection, with sword energy flowing horizontally and thunder sounds coming in waves.

The foundation-building demon cultivator also used various means to fight, and the two of them fought back and forth for several rounds.

But Yang Hao was the winner in the end. The sharp sword energy forced the foundation-building demon cultivator to have nowhere to hide, and he was quickly defeated.

Yang Hao pursed his lips and felt that it was very boring. He didn't even use his full strength and the opponent was defeated.

Immortal Sect won the first battle, and all the disciples were overjoyed, and then sent another Feixian Peak disciple.

This foundation-building disciple's name is Luo Sheng, and he is a little younger than Yang Hao. He came here by chance and followed his senior brother out for training.

It's just that he is younger, and he is not as powerful as Yang Hao as a sword cultivator, and the opponent's demon cultivator is a bit cunning and has tricky attacks. Therefore, after the two sides fought for more than 20 rounds, Luo Sheng gradually lost.

He didn't want the sect to lose face, so he gritted his teeth and held on, but in the end he fell into a trap after the opponent made a feint and received a poisonous palm.

Immediately, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face immediately turned pale, and his lips turned black.

Upon seeing this, his senior brother hurriedly flew forward, took him away from the battlefield, and gave him an antidote pill.

Fortunately, this demon cultivator is not at a high level and his poison power is limited, otherwise ordinary detoxifying pills would not be able to save him.

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect looked angrily at the demonic cultivator. He was so vicious at such a young age and if he practices this poisonous technique, he will definitely die from the backlash in the future!

The foundation-building demonic cultivator didn't take it seriously and instead turned to the viewing platform of the demonic cultivators complacently, and was greeted by applause from all the demonic cultivators.

Now that the two sects were fighting to a draw, both sides then sent monks from the fusion realm to fight.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect deeply hate the vicious methods of the demon cultivators and are merciless in their attacks. The demon cultivators are inherently ruthless. As the leader of the demon sect, the disciples of the Tianmo Sect are naturally extraordinary.

These two games were tied again. Seeing that four of the ten games have gone by, both sides have their own wins and losses. There is no room for loss in the next battle.

It's just that there were four fights today, and it was getting late. The two sides proposed a truce and fight again tomorrow!

The people watching around did not leave, but just meditated and rested on the spot, waiting for the next day to arrive.

There was no talking all night, and when the sun rose slowly the next day, the competition officially began.
Chapter completed!