After a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden commotion, and almost everyone looked at Shen Lang with shocked eyes.

He killed his opponent in one or two moves in two consecutive games, and Shen Lang's performance was a bit shocking.

Forget it in the first game, the opponent in the second game was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Dan Killing Pill, and he was killed instantly by him. Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Shen Lang was in the early stage of the Dan Killing Pill.

The casual cultivators watching the game outside the field also showed shock, and no one dared to underestimate Shen Lang again.

"Winner, No. 11!" The young man in purple who was in charge of the ring battle announced.

Shen Langfei got off the ring and was still feeling a little unhappy.

"Congratulations to the young master." Xiao Ling'er stepped forward.

"Let's go back."

Shen Lang didn't say much, and immediately swept Xiao Ling'er into a ray of escape light, soared into the sky, and flew towards the sky.

Tomorrow is the last day of the arena battle, and 20 places will be decided.

After Shen Lang returned to the cave, he still closed his eyes and rested, keeping his energy at an excellent level, preparing for the final day of the arena battle.

He checked the storage ring of the dead black-robed female cultivator. The jade flute magic weapon could attack people's souls, which was of some use.

In addition, they are all ordinary things, with the number of Five Elements Spirit Stones of 60 to 70 million, which is considered a small gain.

Shen Lang calculated the property in his storage ring, a small sky crystal stone (100 million five elements spirit stones), and a five elements spirit stone that included the five elements spirit crystals that were calculated to be nearly 200 million.

There are a lot of magic weapons, and there are four top-grade magic weapons. There are so many spiritual grass and spiritual pills.

Shen Lang's property must be considered a rich man among the casual cultivators, and his financial resources are comparable to those of the late stage of Jiedan.

But this little financial resources are still far from reaching the ancient treasure.

The most trashy attack-type ancient treasure is priced at more than 30 small sky crystal stones.

Shen Lang lost his fortune and couldn't buy an ancient treasure.

Moreover, even if ancient treasures are leaked, it is not his turn to cultivator with his cultivation level.

Because ancient treasures are of great use to monks in the Nascent Soul stage. It is rare among monks in the Killing Dan stage who can possess ancient treasures.

Shen Lang could only yell in his mind about the attack-type ancient treasure.

The second day came in a blink of an eye.

Today is the last day of the arena battle.

There are many people around Star Gazing City Square, and there are more monks coming to watch the battle than the previous two days.

After the first two rounds of competition, there were only more than 50 cultivators who were eliminated in the first two rounds of competition, and the remaining cultivators of Jiedan are basically elites of casual cultivators.

Even some elders of the Jiedan stage of the sect took the time to watch the final arena battle.

It can't be said to be the focus of everyone's attention, but being able to get a chance to enter Penglai Mountain is also considered envious.

At the beginning of the third match, Shen Lang's opponent was a white-robed old man in the middle stage of Jiedan, with his average strength.

Shen Lang won this time, but he still successfully won and advanced to the last round. He still preserved his strength and did not expose the ability of the Nine Changes of the Blood Spirit.

At noon, the ring battle finally came to the last round.

The two had already walked onto the ring. Standing opposite Shen Lang was an old man in a gray robe, with a thin and gloomy face, giving people a strange aura.

Shen Lang was very unlucky. His opponent was one of the only two late-stage cultivators in the Panlong Island arena. And he was also a famous late-stage single cultivator in the late-stage cultivator of Jiedan, who was a big-name late-stage, and the old monster of Heisha.

"Young master, come on!" Xiao Ling'er shouted off the court, showing a hint of worry on her pretty face.

Although Shen Lang is very strong, his opponent this time is a serious late-stage cultivator of Jiedan, and the gap in realm is too big. Xiao Ling'er is not sure whether Shen Lang can win or not.

Shen Lang's face looked a little ugly. He had already known about his opponent before.

The old monster Heisha is the island owner of Heishan Island in Yuanhe Sea. He is introverted and violent and has never joined any sect.

This person is almost the strongest among all the casual cultivators in Panlong Island who participate in the arena battle. He is good at magic skills and has a very high combat power.

"Tsk tsk, that young early-stage senior of Jiedan is in trouble and actually bumped into the Heisha Monster on Black Mountain Island."

"Damn, this person is the old Heisha monster. This is the first time I have seen me!"

"Someone came out in the first few games. This old Heisha monster is a long-famous late-stage monk in Jiedan. He is extremely fierce and no one dares to mess with him. All the monks who encountered him in the first few games surrendered, and no one dares to fight him!"

The monks outside the field were talking, and they were obviously observing silence for Shen Lang.

In the eyes of everyone, even though Shen Lang made his mark in the previous few games, he was just a monk in the early stage of the Killing Dan. It was almost impossible for him to defeat a late-stage monk like Heisha Monster.

On a tall building outside the square, a young man wearing blood-colored armor was staring at the ring with his eyes. This man was Xue Fei. A beautiful woman in purple clothes and long hair stood beside him, which was Murong Mingyue.

Today, he was idle and Xue Fei also came to watch the battle on the arena. Of course, with his arrogant and arrogant temperament, he looked down on the struggle between a group of casual cultivators, and was just for leisure.

"Mingyue, your old acquaintance seems to be in a little trouble. That old ancestor Heisha is a cultivator with good strength, and your old acquaintance is far from his opponent." Xue Fei said coldly.

"Mingyue doesn't think it's certain, the Blood Master will know if you look down." Murong Mingyue chuckled, staring at Shen Lang on the ring with a glittery-colored eyes, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

On the ring, the atmosphere sword pulled out **.

"Boy, I have given you a chance, why don't you surrender?" Heisha Old Monster said impatiently.

"Why should I surrender?" Shen Lang said with a gloomy face.

Although this old black evil monster is strong, it is at most a cultivator with the same strength as Duan Jian. Unless this person has an ancient treasure that is stronger than the Kaishan Seal!

Shen Lang felt that this possibility was very low, so he simply gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end! Even if he lost, there was still a battle between the loser group, and he still had the chance to get a quota.

"Hmph, yellow-haired boy, are you sure you want to fight me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?" Heisha Old smiled and said unevenly.

"Sorry, you are so confident, why don't you try it." Shen Lang smiled.

"The yellow-haired child is very bold. Since I want to die, I will help you!"

The old monster with black evil showed a hint of violence on his face. He bit his fingertips and quickly drew a spell in the air, and pushed out his palms to exert spiritual power.

"The Ghost King appears!"

As soon as the roar fell, a hundred meters tall ghost king appeared in front of the old Heisha monster. He had a cow's horns on his head, a wide mouth and fangs, and was covered in black armor. His face was terrifying and ferocious, and his gray-white magic flames were burning all over his body, as if a demon had arrived in the world.

The fierce aura scared the spectators around the square.

"It turned out to be the powerful ghost king?" Shen Lang's face changed.

When he was in the wilderness, he had met an opponent who had sacrificed the powerful ghost king, but it was just a phantom. The powerful ghost king in front of him was a physical entity!

"Ghost King, chop him up for me!" The old monster Heisha shouted coldly.

The powerful ghost king immediately took out a black giant sword dozens of meters long from behind, and the surface of the blade was burning with a beating magic flame.

"roar!"
Chapter completed!