Zhang Heng knew about the two on the stage.

Of course, Li Hong is in the same sect as Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng took away the storage bag of this son, but left the other party's life.

As for Wang Yuan of Xianyun Sect, it is said that this guy is extremely low-key. Because he mistakenly accepted some kind of pill, he was extremely obese at this moment. His cultivation level at this time only looks like he is in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Zhang Heng was a little puzzled. With the strength of these two people, it is not very hopeful to enter the top ten of Fang Yun's gatherings.

Although Li Hong has the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining, the two spiritual weapons on his body have long been refined by Zhang Heng. Although Wang Yuan has a low-grade spiritual weapon, his cultivation level is mediocre and it is also difficult to enter the top ten.

Before, Zhang Heng rarely saw the battle between these two people. After all, before advancing to the top ten, there were a total of ten battle stations on Tianling Peak, and Zhang Heng could not see every competition.

After Wang Yuan's fat body, Li Hong stepped onto the battle platform. The fat flesh on his body wafted slightly, his small eyes were half-squinted, and his mouth was an ugly smile. He said to Li Hong: "Fellow Daoist Li, after we parted with Dutianbao, we met again. I wonder if you are still using the magic weapon in your hand?"

Li Hong stared at him in a drowning look, and a slightly hoarse voice came: "I don't need to borrow any external objects when fighting with you..."

"Is that so? Since Senior Brother Li is so arrogant, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Wang Yuan glanced at him thoughtfully, gently tapped the storage bag in his hand, and a sword-shaped spiritual weapon rushed into the void.

Although Wang Yuan was huge, his hands were not slow, and a little green light shot from his fingers to the sword-shaped spiritual weapon in the air.

With the urging of his magic power, this sword-shaped spiritual weapon expanded four or five times, and turned into a giant sword that was two or three meters long.

The giant sword cut through the air, carrying a green light, and in the blink of an eye it slashed in front of Li Hong.

Li Hong was neither anxious nor slow. When Wang Yuan used the spirit skill, a blue-red blood light surged from his body, and a throbbing breath came out of his body.

He gently bit his index finger and a drop of blood was spit out of his mouth. Then, a stream of blue and red blood light from his hand shot onto the drop of blood.

When the giant sword slashed in front of him, Li Hong smiled coldly, and the deep red blood in front of him was like a beating heart, shrinking and shrinking, and the air around him also changed.

Such a strange phenomenon surprised the monks in the audience. I think Li Hong must have used some kind of secret technique.

"Puff", the deep red blood drops split into pieces and sputtered onto the giant sword.

Wang Yuan, who was standing in the distance, suddenly changed his expression, and his magic tricks were shot out one after another, and green lights shot onto the spiritual weapon, trying to retract his spiritual weapon.

Because when the blood drip sputtered on his spiritual weapon, his control over the spiritual weapon was weakened by a few points. If it was a little later, I am afraid that this spiritual weapon would be completely "contaminated" by the other party.

"It's too late!" Li Hong's hoarse voice was like a demon from hell.

The palm gently stretched forward, and the blue-red blood light wrapped the spiritual weapon in an instant.

The giant spiritual weapon in the air suddenly trembled, running towards Li Hong, and then flying towards Wang Yuan.

"Give it to me!" The blood light flashed in Li Hong's eyes, and more than a dozen blood-like lights shot out from his hands, entangling the swaying spiritual weapon.

The giant spiritual weapon instantly changed to its original size and slowly flew to Li Hong.

A strange smile flashed across Li Hong's mouth. He took the spiritual weapon steadily and said to Wang Yuan, who looked blue on the opposite side, "Thank you, junior brother, give me this spiritual weapon. I wonder if you have any hope for the competition?"

"You..." Wang Yuan was trembling with anger, and the fat on his body was trembling.

Seeing that his spiritual weapon was taken away by the other party, anyone would be crazy.

The monks in the audience all started to talk.

"What kind of martial arts is this? It's so terrifying."

"It seems that the three sects of Fang Yunshan do not have such a strange martial art. This may be some kind of advanced martial art."

"Luckily I didn't fight him, otherwise it would be a loss."

"Tsk, the magic weapon you have in your hand will be sent to the other side, and no one will want it."

...

Above the cloud magic weapon, Sun Lin said solemnly: "This person is probably practicing the simplified version of the Blood Demon Sutra. Although the cultivation progress is very fast, the life span of those who practice this skill must be reduced by at least twenty years."

Qiu Yunhe of Xianyun Sect had a look of surprise on his face: "The legendary Blood Demon True Sutra is a set of top-level magical skills. It is said that it has been lost for tens of thousands of years. The Blood Demon True Sutra is incomplete now, but its power is extremely great."

Nan Ming sneered: "The Blood Demon True Sutra today are all re-modified based on the incomplete Blood Demon True Sutra, and their effect is naturally much worse than the original technique. As for the simplified version of the Blood Demon True Sutra that the disciples of your sect are not worth mentioning at all. They are for sale in the market, but few people dare to practice."

After hearing this, Ouyang and the other two couldn't help but change their views on Nan Ming. The other party was not a arrogant person who was only talented but ignorant.

"Junior Sister Mu, do you think the fat man in the stands have hidden his strength?" Nan Ming said to the junior sister who was like the ice and snow goddess next to him with a gentle smile.

Mu Xuan said calmly: "It's probably hidden seven or eight points of strength."

Sun Lin smiled and said to the four Jindan-stage monks in Fang Yunshan: "I didn't expect that there are many people who hide dragons and lie on tigers in Guishan."

...

"Li Hongsheng of Fengxing Sect!" The elder of the Foundation Establishment Stage announced the winner.

Wang Yuan walked off the stage dejectedly. Before leaving, he stared at Li Hong with a fierce look with hatred.

Li Hong snorted lightly, and the blood in his eyes flashed: "A year later, I hope we can meet in that cave."

Zhang Heng looked at the two of them leaving the stage leisurely, and looked at Wang Yuan for a few more times. He always felt that this boy was suspected of being artificial.

At this moment, a familiar figure came from afar. Luo Ningxue, wearing a snow-white skirt, walked to Zhang Heng, and a familiar fragrance filled his place next to Zhang Heng.

"Isn't this the fairy Luo of the Xianyun Sect?" The disciples of the three sects around were sensational.

Zhang Heng also noticed Luo Ningxue's arrival, with a few joking smiles on his lips, and said leisurely: "Junior Sister Luo, are you going to participate in the top ten competitions too?"

Luo Ningxue stood quietly beside him, silent for a while before whispering: "There is a quota given by the ancestor, Ningxue doesn't have to attend this rally. Is this the case for Senior Brother Tang?"

At this time, the next round of competition began on the stage, but Zhang Heng had no intention of watching. He found that Wu Ling, not far away, was secretly looking at this side, with a warm smile on his face.

The monks of the three sects around also looked at Zhang Heng with jealous and envious eyes.

"Junior Sister Luo is here to talk about love, right?" Zhang Heng did not forget to admire the beautiful lady Ruyu who was close to her. If it weren't for this woman's scheming and having a grudge with her, Zhang Heng wouldn't mind chatting with her.

Facing Zhang Heng's unscrupulous pair of thief eyes, Luo Ningxue's fair jade face turned slightly red. She turned her face and looked at the sky with her orchid-like eyes.

But when she saw it casually, her expression changed slightly.

Zhang Heng looked at her strangely, and looked into the sky, but found nothing. He said in surprise: "Has Junior Sister Luo discovered anything?"

"Ningxue hopes to reconcile with Senior Brother Tang as soon as possible, and when you meet in the cave in the future, you can forgive others if you want..."

With a sigh, Luo Ningxue left Zhang Heng, which made Zhang Heng feel a little puzzled.

Above the cloud magic weapon, Nan Ming looked at Luo Ningxue with a few surprised expressions and asked in disbelief: "Junior Sister Mu, has this girl really discovered our existence?"

Mu Xuan closed her beautiful eyes tightly, and the cool breeze in the sky blew her hair into chaos, covering half of her pretty and unparalleled peerless face. She was silent for a long time and didn't speak, and her thoughts seemed to float to a distant place.

Nan Ming and others seemed to have become accustomed to her behavior, and they did not urge her to see that she did not speak.

Sun Lin also observed Luo Ningxue with his spiritual sense for a while, and said in a calm tone: "In this huge Three-Star Domain, there are many people with spiritual root talents. This woman may have a spiritual root talent similar to the Heavenly Eye Wisdom, but it is worse than Junior Sister Mu's Unseen Prophet."

Elder Jingfeng, who was not far from here, had a slightly changed expression, and there was a faint smile on his face, which was a bit beautiful: "Ningxue can be considered half of my disciple, and his qualifications are indeed far beyond ordinary people, but I only now realize that she actually has the talent of spiritual roots."

The other three other monks from Fang Yunshan, Killing Dan, couldn't help but look at Elder Jingfeng with envious eyes. It was indeed not easy to receive a disciple with spiritual root talent.

At this moment, the distant sky suddenly became strong and the clouds rolled, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently.

The expressions of several monks in the Kalpa period did not change, and they used their spiritual sense to spy into the distance. When they learned the result, they all looked a little surprised.

"This is... Dutian Castle?!" The four Dan-King Cultivators from Fang Yunshan looked at each other, and even Sun Lin from Bixue Xiangyun Sect showed some surprise.

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