"Hmph, you dominate the knife gate, aren't there many geniuses who have been damaged there? It's just each other." Mo Shan snorted coldly, and then said unceremoniously.

"Haha, what we have lost is just some small fishes and shrimps, which are like your Fengxue Mountain, even the first day of death!" The master of the swordsman laughed loudly.

After Mo Shan heard the words of the master of the tyrant sword gate, his face suddenly became difficult to look.

This guy really likes which pot to open and which one to pick up, it's too much to beat!

Mo Shan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned his head to look at the ring below.

A gray-haired old man leaped into the air from a distance and landed directly in the center of the ring.

The aura on his body was terrifying, covering the entire arena almost instantly, and everyone felt a strong sense of suffocation, almost unable to breathe.

"Why is this old guy so strong!" After seeing the scene in front of him, the master of the Tyrannical Dao Sect also exclaimed, feeling a little panic in his heart.

The strength of this white-haired old man has actually surpassed the scope of the four-tier sect. It is estimated that even among the third-tier sect, he is also one of the top masters.

"Thank you all for coming to Fengxue Mountain. It is a great honor for the old man." The white-haired old man smiled slightly, his hands behind his back, and his momentum went straight into the sky.

Suddenly, it seemed that the world had changed color, and everyone held their breath, looking at the white-haired old man in front of them.

"Next, I announce that the Hundred Doors Tournament is about to begin. Please prepare in advance for the participating disciples." The white-haired old man slowly opened his mouth and said, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Chen Xi turned to look at the three disciples behind him, and then signaled them to leave.

Other sects followed suit and took their disciples.

Tens of thousands of disciples gathered in densely packed, they formed a long line, ready to accept the inspection of Fengxueshan.

The disciples of Fengxueshan rushed out to check the identities of those participating players.

Fengxue Mountain has tens of thousands of disciples, and the inspection is actually not troublesome. After a while, all of them will be inspected.

"You are not a disciple of BMW, who are you?" A Fengxueshan disciple frowned slightly, then said to the young man in front of him.

"Boom!"

The disciple's identity was revealed, he didn't hesitate, and patted it directly.

"Grab him!" The Fengxueshan disciple shouted, and the many disciples behind him all shot together, quickly enclosing the group of people.

And the young man surrounded by him, after seeing the scene in front of him.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, then shouted, directly exploding his martial arts golden core.

"Boom!"

Countless disciples of Fengxue Mountain were directly shocked by the aftermath of the explosion so far, and several disciples even died there on the spot.

The white-haired old man frowned tightly. He didn't expect that someone would dare to come to Fengxue Mountain to make trouble, and even disguised as a disciple of another school, secretly sneaked into Fengxue Mountain.

In a short while, people were found to have forged identities one after another, and then they were arrested.

A few of them also chose to self-destruct martial arts gold core, but most of them chose to surrender.

This time, Fengxue Mountain actually detected nearly 50 spies, which is a very large number!

After Mo Shan saw this scene in front of him, he was also a little confused. Where did these guys come from?

Under the lead of the white-haired old man, he quickly swept away all the spies and was imprisoned in the dungeon of Fengxue Mountain.

"It really made all the masters laugh." The white-haired old man said a little embarrassingly, and his voice reached everyone's ears again.

The expressions of the masters of the various sects are different, and even some masters are still in a daze.

They never dreamed that the disciples of their own sect were actually faked by others.

"Now, the first game officially begins. Please draw the number cards." After handling everything, the white-haired old man turned and returned to the ring. He took a deep breath and said slowly.

The remaining disciples did not panic too much, but walked to a corner one after another and began to draw their own numbers.

Chu Yun got No. 647, Huang Quan got No. 2854, and Lin Qianxue got No. 7630.

A total of 10,000 monks participated in this competition, and the rules of the competition are very simple.

The huge arena is divided into ten small seats, and ten competition areas are established respectively.

There are 1,000 monks in each competition area, and the final winner will be the top 100.

In the end, the remaining 1,000 monks competed with each other, and finally the top ten were selected.

Speaking of which, the Tiandi faction was also very lucky, and the three disciples were drawn into three different arenas.

If they were in the same arena, they might meet in advance, and one of them would definitely be eliminated.

"Please prepare the contestants and enter the arena where they belong." The white-haired old man said in a deep voice again.

"Om!" A dazzling light burst out from the arena, and ten separate spaces were divided.

Then, ten masters of the Wuhuang realm flew from a distance and stationed in these ten arenas.

These ten Wuhuang emperors are all major elders or law protectors of Fengxue Mountain. They are responsible for the sub-judge this time, while the white-haired old man is the chief referee.

Generally speaking, in the middle three-door competition, the disciples of the Wuhuang realm are completely rare.

After all, even the big brother of Fengxue Mountain has only reached the half-step Wuhuang state.

So these ten martial emperors are more than enough to serve as the referee this time.

The three of Chu Yun flew up one after another, and then entered their respective arenas, preparing for the next battle.

In order to save time, this first game is not a one-on-one duel, but a melee of thousands.

When all the disciples were all prepared, the white-haired old man slowly lifted into the sky, and he solemnly said: "Now I announce that the Hundred-Study Competition has officially begun!"

As soon as the white-haired old man's voice fell, the melee completely started.

Some schools have more disciples, so many disciples are divided into the same ring. They gather together one after another, and then attack the others.

In an instant, countless spiritual powers erupted crazily in the arena, setting off waves of terror.

Those gathered together are mostly disciples of the fifth and sixth sects. As for the four sects, they don't bother to join them, but choose to fight separately.

"A group of mobs." A young disciple with a long knife stood at the center of the ring, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he said flatly.