After showing off his lottery with endless pain, it was Shaolin Temple's turn.

Great Huan Dan, and some other treasures.

However, these things are treasures for those martial arts people, but they are not attractive to Li Wuyou.

He only wants the silver frost tiger pattern silkworm.

He didn't even listened much.

Then, it was the representative of the Huajian Sect, the third elder Lu Zhongyun, who went on stage to show the colorful titles of the Huajian Sect.

There are treasure medicines and some advanced martial arts brought from the White Wolf Secret Realm.

It also caused screams and shock from many people in the world.

The things taken out by the Huajianpai are also quite good.

"All the lottery has been shown, so next, our lottery competition will officially begin."

All the previous preparations ended, and with the announcement of Monk Zhixiang, the first lottery has come to the main topic.

People from all major sects became even more excited.

Shaolin Temple has prepared six arenas here.

Therefore, six competitions can be conducted at the same time.

One place in the middle.

For Shaolin, endless suffering, and the disciples of the Huajian Sect compete.

The rest are given to other sects in the martial arts world.

Soon, the challengers from major sects found their own opponents and got on the ring.

The Huajian Sect sent out the lowest-strength disciple.

Song Xing.

Now is the early stage of the third-level master.

"Please give me advice."

He was thin and long, with a cold look on his face, staring at the monk from Shaolin Temple opposite him and bowed his hand.

"Amitabha."

The young monk clasped his hands and returned with a greeting.

boom!

Then, the two of them started fighting at the same time.

Song Xing didn't want to waste his time, so he directly used his physical strength at the early stage of the third grade, plus his seventh grade martial arts and Vajra Strike.

The body is combined with martial arts, and this power is enough for 5,000 kilograms.

Wherever the fist wind passes, the air trembles.

A form of a dragon and tiger-like energy has formed.

"The Great Compassion Seal."

The Shaolin monk used one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

With his own strength, his power is not weak.

A strong wind swept through.

Dust is flying all over the sky.

The movement caused by the two attracted a lot of people's attention.

Bang!

In an instant, the two fists and palms collided with each other.

Song Xing of the Huajian School has an absolute advantage.

The fist wind seemed to be destroyed and instantly shook the monk's palm prints, and then, with violence and coldness, hit the latter's chest.

puff!

The monk didn't even have a chance to resist. He groaned and flew backwards from the ring.

It fell dozens of feet away.

Hurry!

This kind of quickness suddenly shocked the people in the world.

They looked at the defeated monk and the powerful Song Xing of the Huajian Sect, and were a little unbelievable.

Why is it so fast?

Just one move?

"Amitabha."

When Monk Zhixiang saw this scene, his brows couldn't help but frown, and a shock flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the disciple of Huajian Sect was strong.

However, I didn't expect that I would be so powerful that I would directly crush the Shaolin disciples.

He originally thought that his disciples could hold on for a while.

As a result, it failed so quickly.

"The Huajian School has a successor, so it's a happy congratulation."

Monk Zhixiang looked at Li Wuyou with some envy, recited a Buddhist verse, and then took out a part of the lottery head and ordered someone to send it to Li Wuyou.

"Thank you."

Li Wuyou bowed.

Lu Zhongyun and others, when they saw the boxes containing the Great Refugee and the precious medicine, their eyes were lit.

His face showed joy.

They began to gain.

"Next, I will be my disciple who will never suffer."

"Haha, I hope he can hold on for a while."

Opposite, Luo Beihan said with a smile.

After his words finished, a burly female disciple walked onto the arena, and the Huajian Sect was still Song Xing.

"My name is Bian Rumu, please give me advice."

The burly woman bowed her hands with a low and hoarse voice.

"Please give me advice."

Song Xing's eyes were cold and he clasped his fists with his hands.

boom!

Both of them didn't say a word of nonsense and directly punched each other.

This female disciple from the endless suffering land is slightly stronger than the monk in Shaolin.

It probably reached the early stage of the second grade.

With the endless hardship of power and martial arts, he could barely stand a little stalemate under Song Xing.

But, after all, it's still a lot worse.

Bang!

After about three or five moves, Song Xing's eyes suddenly became cold.

The energy of the whole body suddenly became violent.

He directly smashed Bian Rumu's energy defense, and then his palm fell on her chest.

Although the other party was violent, he was a woman after all.

Song Xing's hand stopped abruptly.

Not smashed.

Just said proudly,

"You lost."

"Thank you for your mercy."

Bian Rumu barely suppressed the qi and blood in his heart, and then bowed helplessly.

It is already rare for her to last until now.
To be continued...