Chapter 1451: War Soul Semifinals

He had never heard of this power. Since he couldn't figure it out, Feng Chen didn't bother to worry about it anyway. For now, this power is not harmful to him.
Early in the morning, this guy from Chuan Chuan went to Feng Feng's room, and this guy from Chuan Chu did not know what he had stepped on to win the semi-final place in the War Soul Department.
Early in the morning, he hurried to the sealed room.
"You ..." Wan Chuan looked at Feng Chen. He always felt that Feng Chen at this moment was suddenly different from before, and he couldn't help but wonder.
"How?" Feng Chen frowned, seeing Chuan's confused look.
Wanchuan shook his head and groaned: "How do I feel like your kid has become a person, and your kid's cultivation seems to have improved a lot."
"Then your boy hasn't rushed to work harder to redouble his cultivation. It's not so easy to catch up with me. Go, go to the square!"
Feng Chen gave the guy a white look, and whispered.
"Oh ..." The melodious drum sounds again. At the moment the drum sounds, the excitement of the students came from all over the Daoyuan. At the same time, all the students of the Daoyuan were gradually moving towards Go to the center of Taoyuan Square.
Feng Chen and Wu Chuan also accelerated their pace and came to Daoyuan Square, which was already crowded with people.
Uh ...
In the middle of the square, a strong breath fluctuated suddenly, with countless figures flashing. The next moment, on the high platform of the academy, the dean and others appeared.
"The disciples have met the dean and the elders!"
Below the Daoyuan, all the students of the Daoyuan bowed and saluted.
At the same time, beside the dean, there was a middle-aged man in a black suit. This man was sharp-edged, with good facial features, and exuded an irresistible momentum throughout his body.
Even this person's momentum overwhelmed the dean's head. Obviously, this person's cultivation is above the dean, and he is also an immortal. This person is a general sitting by the night wind fairy emperor. Called Zhou Wei.
This person came to say it plainly, that is, on behalf of the Nightwind Fairy Emperor, on behalf of Fengyue City, another purpose is to throw some olive branches to some relatively strong students, to recruit them to Her Majesty the Nightwind Fairy Emperor to serve them.
"Brother Zhou, please sit down!" The dean made a gesture to the fairy Jun Zhou Wei.
"Brother Du, please!" Zhou Wei said with a smile.
Although the dean and Zhou Wei are both Xianjun Xiuwei, in terms of status, Zhou Wei is not as good as the dean. Zhou Wei represents Fengyue City, while the dean represents the Northern Hanxianyu, which is north. Hanxianyu cultivated and selected talents, and even Yefeng Xianhuang had to give the dean a three-pointed face.
"Brother Zhou, it is an honor for the Daoyuan to come today. If a student is favored by Brother Zhou, it is the blessing of the student, then the competition will begin!"
After a brief chat with Zhou Weihan, the dean made a wink at Zhang Lao of the War Soul Department.
A total of one hundred students were selected for the War Soul Department this time. The rules of the competition were to grab ten platforms and set up ten platforms on the platform. That is to say, only ten of the semi-finals were promoted. Only qualified places can be promoted.
The elders of the War Soul Department stepped onto the platform, said the rules of the game again, and then retreated.
"The game started!" With the whisper of the elders of the War Soul Department, the participating students took action.
And the students who were watching the crowd started the discussion among the crowd below. The topic around them was nothing more than who would win and who had the chance to win the last ten promotion places.
Soon after, on the ten platforms, students were already occupied and guarded.
Occupying the first battlefield was Wu Liang of the War Soul Department. He was a mid-day god, and was strong enough to rank among the top three in the War Soul Department.
After Liu Tiancheng hung up, Wu Liang deservedly became a master of the War Soul Department.
For this platform, there are not many students to fight for, because these people are not unscrupulous opponents at all, and they will not be stupid to compete with this unscrupulous master.
The student who occupied the second ring is also a student of the War Soul Department. His overall strength ranks in the top three of the War Soul Department. This person is called Wan Yan and is a monk playing with fire.
No one dares to fight for the Yantai occupied by Wan Yan.
In other words, at this moment, the ten defenders on the ring are all students of the War Soul Department, and their overall strength is all in the top ten.
However, the students who have not occupied Yantai are not stupid. The top five masters are afraid to compete, but the next few masters do not intend to let go. They are smart, waiting for opportunities, and ninety students are not. If you grab the platform, it will cost them a few people. As long as someone challenges one of the masters, there will be many students to challenge this person and consume his cents.
"Dust wind, I'll see you in a while!" Wan Chuan walked to Feng Chen's side, tearing Feng Chen's sleeves and laughing.
Just last night, Wan Chuan found Feng Chen. Wan Chuan knew very well that if the monk in his mid-earth land wanted to be promoted, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
With Feng Chen's strength, he knew very well that one of the ten promotion places would surely belong to Feng Chen. As long as all these people failed the challenge, Feng Chen gave up his position to snatch. Others' lords, and if they directly go to power to occupy the dusty dais, they will become lords and get a brother seat.
"Can you be a little bit better?" Feng Chen despised.
"You think I'm the pervert of you, really stand up and talk without back pain!" Wan Chuan gave Feng Chen a white look and let his lips go.
In just such a short time, students who had occupied the ninth and tenth platforms had already launched attacks, but they were quickly defeated.
Half an hour later, after fighting for the challenge of more than 20 students, the students of the War Soul Department who occupied the tenth ring platform defeated the celestial forces in the body, and they were defeated. The master was also occupied by other students. .
More than half an hour has passed since the competition, and the owner of the ninth Yantai also changed his surname and was occupied by a nun.
At this time, Feng Chen moved and slowly walked towards the first ring platform.
"Look, you see, what is the purpose of forcing Brother? He ... shouldn't he be challenging Wu Liang?"
The onlookers watched Feng Chen walk towards the first platform. These people immediately fry the pan. Each one stood up and stared at Feng Chen.
Wu Liang's strength is also one of the best in the entire Taoist Academy. As long as he is not a fool, he will not challenge Wu Liang stupidly. This is completely a self-death.
"Is that ... forcing brother to be afraid of death?" A monk muttered, surprised.
Wu Liang, the first host of the stage, watched Feng Chen come, disdainful in eyes, and hummed coldly, "In the beginning of Tianxian!"