"What arrogance? Don't think you are the Qincheng you were the one before. You are already a useless person!" The saint son of the Cao family sneered.

"Before Brother Dong, I, Feng Wuhen, will destroy you with my own hands."

The Holy Son of the Feng family also contained endless anger and hated Qin Cheng to the extreme.

"Everyone, if there are grudges, Tianjiao Sheng will have time to deal with it. Now please restrain yourself."

The elder walked over with a smile, and the two saints of Feng Cao's family also closed their mouths.

Ten people stood in a row and let everyone look up and worship.

But the one that the warriors discussed the most was Qin Cheng.

Almost everyone was curious whether Qin Cheng still had the strength to be in the top ten heroes at this time.

"Everyone, I asked the Dao Sect that is weak, and the list of heroes is only a reference list. It cannot cover all the strong people. Today, the top ten geniuses are just asking the Dao Sect grass ranking. But if anyone is not convinced, he can also challenge the event in the subsequent grand event. I believe that some of you will last stand in this position."

The old man from Asking the Dao Sect said with a smile.

Qin Cheng suddenly noticed that many warriors' eyes were on him and couldn't help but sneer.

It seems that I am regarded as a soft persimmon among ten people.

"In addition, in addition to letting ten young heroes appear today, the sect leader added a special link."

The old man clapped his hands, and suddenly the two disciples held a bronze bell hammer.

"In previous years, only the final winner was qualified to ring the Tianjiao Bell, but this year, we hope that the top ten Tianjiao will open the bell for the Tianjiao Festival."

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, but they didn't expect such changes to happen this year.

"There's a good show."

"I don't know how many geniuses can knock brightly this year."

Many warriors showed excitement.

The people on the stage had different expressions.

"Someone is going to be embarrassed." Cao Pokong sneered.

"I'm afraid that there will be no bell pattern when I fall, and it will be embarrassing." Feng Wuhen mocked.

Qin Cheng frowned, not understanding his intention.

At this time, Zhu Yao came over and whispered: "Qincheng, this genius bell needs to be ringed with breath, and there are nineteen bell patterns on it. The higher the cultivation level, the louder the bell, and the more patterns the bells are."

"Of course, the more you light it up, you can get more benefits from the bronze bell. I heard that those above the ten paths can even obtain the original energy of heaven and earth."

"But they think your meridians are broken, so they mock you."

"So they thought I had no spiritual energy and could not ring this bell?"

Qin Cheng suddenly realized after hearing this and couldn't help but sneer.

"Everyone, please follow the ranking of the heroes, please."

The old man made a call and the tenth-ranked Holy Son walked out.

His eyes showed curiosity, grabbed the clock hammer, then suddenly flew up and headed straight for the air.

The breath of his whole body rolled, and he put all his strength into the bell hammer in his hand shaking above the giant bell.

Buzz!

The bell trembled lightly, making a melodious sound, spreading all over the world.

Then the Holy Son landed on the ground and looked up at the outer periphery of the bronze bell. Bell patterns suddenly lit up.

Finally, seven bell patterns appeared. The man was slightly disappointed, but soon calmed down again.

"Seven bell patterns were also the top 20 final genius grand event in previous years. It seems that the level of this year's heroic list is not bad."

The crowd below was talking. At every grand event, many hidden geniuses would appear, and many heroes would have capsized. Therefore, the Holy Son could reach seven bell patterns, which exceeded many people's expectations.


Chapter completed!