As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence.
Immediately it erupted like a cauldron.
The tens of thousands of monks present cheered heartily.
They didn't care whether they were evil heretics or righteous cultivators. They just felt that the drama's reversal was exciting, and they were more inclined to have a few scenes with the dragon crossing the river and the local snake to settle down the path.
Even though they are local monks, they don't have so many scruples.
No matter who wins in the end, they all have something to brag about.
All in all, this trip to the East China Sea was worthwhile.
The twenty-four mysterious crystal rooms above and the Nascent Soul Lord who stand opposite the long corridor have different expressions.
Some of them have one Nascent Soul Lord, and some have at most two.
After all, you can't drag all the pillars of your family back to participate in the conference. There is no such reason. At most, you can send representatives with outstanding disciples.
If we say that the one with the most combat power is the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, this is being held on their territory. The Nascent Soul Lord in the Xuanjing Wing above was surprised and could not help but frown and angrily shouted: "Arrogant!"
"Could it be that with Yuanying's later cultivation level, he thinks he can challenge the entire Xingluo?"
The True Lord of the Qi Alliance said calmly: "It only takes three or two of the same level to make him come back without any return. It doesn't even need to be of the same level. Whenever one comrade holds the line, and several True Lords take action, he will be defeated."
Parrying ability.”
"Damn it, why are we worrying so blindly? If someone from the same sect is wronged, of course he wants to use it to establish his authority, why should he swallow his anger?" Nascent Soul Lord of the Yuandao League held his sleeves and robe, leaning against the railing of the Xuanjing Corridor.
The old Yuanying from the Dan Alliance rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Jin Ao, we have no grievances against others and have no interest in taking action. Don't you have any interest in it either? I heard that Peng Yuan is next door to you.
Fellow Taoist, are you so confident about this dragon crossing the river?"
Jin Ao Zhenjun looked unkind and snorted coldly: "Old man He, if you have the ability, come up and challenge me. Why do you challenge me? I have enough land to manage my business. I have a big appetite and I'm afraid I will strangle myself to death."
"Hahaha." Old Man He didn't feel that he was being stabbed and just laughed. Anyway, their Dan alliance was not afraid. What they should be afraid of were the neighbors around them, such as Zhenjun Jin'ao and the six regions of the East China Sea not far from the Ghost Sea.
However, the Jiaolong clan has a huge power, and there is also a secluded ancestor who is holding the battle, so they have nothing to fear.
Even if the Taiyi Sect was trying to steal food, it would be impossible for him to do so. Since there were few interests involved, there would of course be fewer opportunities for violence.
Now that Taiyi Sect is at its peak, there are also great monks from the late Nascent Soul stage who are taking action. Those who are in the early and middle Nascent Soul stage must let San San go. Even if they want to take action, they have to see how it goes.
Hunting a river dragon is risky, but beating a drowned dog is not.
"..."
"What a madman!"
True Lord Jinpeng was furious.
As soon as he came, he threatened to challenge his fellow disciples, but he didn't take him seriously at all. Such contempt made his anger soar, and he felt that the Taiyi Sect didn't know what to do and insisted on occupying Pengyuan.
The Fang Tianji was spinning fiercely in his hand, and he said sternly: "Why do we all need to take action? If you can defeat me, my Tianpeng Sect will not care about Taiyi Sect's choice anymore. I am afraid that in this arena, the sword has no eyes and will harm you."
After getting off the ring, True Lord Taiyi was afraid that Lord Tushan would act on his own initiative, so he used his soul flag to kill True Lord Jinpeng, and hurriedly sent a message: "Junior brother, don't hurt people's lives. There is still a way around this matter. We have to plan for eternity."
Tu Shanjun glanced at Taiyi Zhenjun helplessly. Why did everyone think that he was irritable and irritable and would kill people to refine their souls when they disagreed. Kill people when you should kill people, and don't kill people when you shouldn't. There is no benefit in offending everyone. He
Understand the appropriateness.
Perhaps the eradication of the problem left a deep impression on Taiyi Zhenjun, so that he mistakenly blamed him.
"Then come!" Tu Shanjun picked up the soul-honoring flag, and the evil spirit wrapped around the flag turned into a hammer. When the strong wind blew, it had already reached in front of Jinpeng Zhenjun and smashed it down on his head.
Jinpeng Zhenjun was astonished. This demon was so fast that it was scary. He was holding his halberd horizontally. He could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing in his ears. The Lingbao weapon was trembling, and he and he both felt...
Can't hold on tighter.
Since he was no longer afraid that his soul flag would be damaged in the collision, Tu Shanjun has regained his old skills. When fighting at the same level, the difference between the two sides is not big. Apart from magical powers and true intentions, there is also a level of martial arts that relies entirely on the physical body.
Of course, some people have the seeds of monasticism, and they have magic, magic and communication at their fingertips, but in the arena, the restricted space means that many long-winded magical powers and spells do not have time to be fully displayed.
The blessing of true meaning may be able to compete with one or two, but it can only ensure that oneself does not fall behind.
Later Tu Shanjun actually wanted to understand that martial arts are not just the skills of ordinary warriors.
It's just that everyone is used to fighting spells, used to collisions between magic areas, and they are very careful about life. They will run away if something goes wrong, and because they don't like this crude fighting method, most of the monks' martial arts are mediocre.
Just one is enough.
He can fly with a sword and possess magical powers. Who would study these things?
This shows the disadvantages.
Jinpeng Zhenjun wanted to perform the magic trick, but the 'mourning stick' was already in front of his eyes, so he had to disperse the magic. The painted halberd in his hand could no longer be maintained, and it broke into small feather-shaped sword rain to protect his side.
"It's painful!" Jinpeng Zhenjun only felt that he had no strength to use it. Just like that time when he was fighting with Zhenjun Taiyi, no matter what magical power Taiyi used, he was defeated by him with a draw of his halberd. It was joyful at that time, but now he only feels torture.
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Especially for this person, he was only good at fighting, but his true intention was actually more powerful than his divine bell. The shadow of the golden roc behind him gradually became darker, as if even his energy and spirit were withered.
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The battle between the great monks in the later period was dazzling, with clouds and mist flying into the sky, and the two sides clashing with each other in ripples. The pressure and breath were isolated by the large formation, but they could not withstand the overwhelming momentum, which caused everyone to scream in surprise, or hold their breath and concentrate, not daring to speak louder.
speech.
Those with low cultivation levels simply couldn't see clearly what was going on, and could only feel shocked.
The Nascent Soul Lords in the Xuanjing Corridor above looked at each other in confusion.
"Are you going to lose?"
The Nascent Soul Lord of the Qi Alliance pondered while his eyes flickered: "That soul flag is not like an ordinary spiritual treasure, at least it must be of the highest quality. The aura protects that person, and the moving god bell of fellow Taoist Jin Peng cannot be shaken at all.
And after all, it is a arena, and the venue is too small to display all your strength."
"I'm afraid even monks of the same level can't break through the body-protecting aura."
"Is Duan so powerful?"
"If we open up our stance and fight, use magic, magical power and true intention, or unfold the spiritual treasures to raise the realm, Taoist Jinpeng will not show fatigue so early, and he may still win the battle, but in the ring
ah."
"..."
Many of the comrades present were still talking, but they saw the monks in black robes holding the Soul Flag sweeping Jinpeng Jinpeng off the ring. Standing on the ring, Tu Shanjun slightly cupped his hands and said: "I accept."
Jinpeng Zhenjun's complexion alternated between green and white, but he still returned the favor in a sect-like manner. He gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! There are talented people in the country. If I lose, the Tianpeng Sect will no longer care about the Taiyi Sect's choice."
After saying that, he rolled his sleeves and returned to the Xuanjing Corridor above.
"We win! Uncle Master wins!" Qian Fei shouted loudly.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who had taken the elixir, was also smiling. Tushanjun still had a sense of proportion. If they wanted to gain a foothold in Xingluo, they must not make themselves public enemies. Even if the two of them were not afraid, it would be difficult for their disciples to do so in the future.
Yuan Gun Xiu Yuanying of the Beast Control Sect looked at the high-spirited black-robed Taoist in the field with his mouth wide open, and couldn't help but said: "No wonder Taiyi Sect is so confident, there is such a strong man."
True Lord Jin Peng, who had returned after being defeated, slammed the table, picked up the spiritual tea and drank it: "It's strange that Kunyun didn't dare to take it. He agreed to move the Taiyi Sect and insisted on sending a monk of the same realm to fight.
, let someone win the second game, how can you do it again in the future?"
"Now we have lost the third game as well."
"Senior brother, calm down, it's better to let them stay in Pengyuan, just like True Lord Jin Ao." True Lord Jin Yu quickly persuaded: "When the ruins are opened in the future, at most I will give them one or two percent of the profit."
"We didn't take over the Ghost Sea, and the Kunyun Sect didn't eat it either. It's no different from before."
"The Kunyun Sect has mistaken me for this important matter. Are we waiting for others to open the ruins, practice all my magical powers, and break all their magic before they are willing to take action without being as timid as they are now?" The angry Jinpeng Zhenjun snorted coldly,
Realizing that he had made a mistake, he quickly pinched the magic formula to see if there were any mistakes in the isolation formation.
Jin Yu Zhenjun regretted a little, and asked them to choose another place if they were not on good terms that day. It was only 500,000 miles away, so there was no harm in arranging it farther away. Now that Taiyi Sect has been established, we will have to discuss it again.
Take action.
The Tianpeng Sect was angry here, and the Kunyun Sect wasn't feeling any better either.
Zhenjun, the head of Kunyun Sect, said in a deep voice: "Oh no, things are difficult to handle now. I originally thought Tianshui could win, but I didn't expect that person's background was true. Instead, I lost an opportunity. Now I can only let the rest
Several companies took action."
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Tu Shanjun was thinking about the magic power he could still use. It wasn't because he was getting stronger and he was so arrogant that he wanted to challenge so many Yuanying monks, but because he couldn't withstand the battle.
If he fights round after round, even if he uses few spells and magical powers, he will consume a huge amount of mana. When the time comes, he will be too exhausted to fight, and will be seen as a heel, so he plans to cut through the mess quickly and try to fight.
Dingding.
No matter what, he couldn't continue the war, he had to force them again to make this war a legitimate one.
Even if he fights with a group of Nascent Soul Lords and loses and walks off the stage, it is better than having someone see through his heel.
Anyway, given their strength, they will recognize Taiyi Sect.
"Comrades, if you have any ideas, please come together. I don't have so much time to waste here." Tu Shanjun stood the soul flag in the center of the ring and calmly looked at the many Nascent Soul Taoist fellows on the Xuanjing Corridor.
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If there are still people who want to step on him to gain fame and let him show his heel for the purpose of fighting, then don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless.
This chapter has been completed!