Xia Shan'er and Ning Xiaoyao are in the fourth and fifth groups, and the wheel is in front of Shen Lang.

The two women were very lucky. The opponent in the first round was only half-immortal cultivation, and they won the first game with almost no effort.

Those descendants of the Seven Saints also easily won the competition. The first round was just an appetizer, for the strong,

"In the sixth group, in the 2375th game, Shen Lang faces Wang Sheng."

The elder of the Seven Saints Palace, who was in charge of the martial arts meeting, held the jade slip of the competition and recited loudly.

In an instant, the whole audience was in full bloom.

"Shen Lang? Is this person the newly acquired disciple of the ancestor Tianying?"

"No, the elders of the sect also need to participate in the armed forces? Could it be someone with the same name and surname?"

"The portrait of Elder Shen Lang has long been spread throughout the Seven Holy Palace. When he comes on stage, he will naturally see the truth."

The monks on the field were talking, full of surprise and curiosity.

They also want to see what skills does that mysterious monk who can be accepted as his disciple by the ancestor Tianying have?

When the elder of the Seven Saint Palace who was in charge of the martial arts meeting read Shen Lang's name, Shen Lang opened his eyes from meditation and jumped to the arena in the center of the Seven Saint Palace Square.

"Who is this person? Why are you wearing a mask?"

There was a commotion in the audience, and almost all the monks' eyes gathered on Shen Lang.

Since it was his turn to play, Shen Lang had no need to hide his intentions. He took off his mask and revealed his true face.

"Wow!"

The audience was in an uproar, it was indeed the Elder Shen Lang.

As the newly appointed elder of the Seven Saints Palace, Shen Lang had almost all his disciples and disciples seen his portraits, so the monks recognized him immediately.

The monk named Wang Sheng turned into a blue escape light and floated in the center of the arena. He stood on one side with Shen Lang, and both sides were at a strife.

Wang Sheng is an elite disciple of the Seven Saints Palace. His cultivation level is at the peak of the early stage of the Human Immortality, and he is even higher than Shen Lang.

"Tsk tsk, Elder Shen's opponent is actually Senior Brother Wang Sheng. This duel is interesting!"

"Senior Brother Wang Sheng won the top 500 in the assessment of disciples of the previous sect. This elder Shen, who is a talented immortal in his cultivation, is obviously no match for Senior Brother Wang Sheng."

"This Elder Shen is really unlucky. He encountered such a strong opponent in the first battle."

"Brother, this is a bad word. Since the other party can be accepted as his apprentice by the ancestor Tianying, there must be something extraordinary. This duel is interesting!"

Seeing that Shen Lang's opponent's cultivation was higher than him, the monks in the audience were in high spirits, and they were not anxious to see how this elder Shen would fight against the enemy.

On the ring, Wang Sheng stared at Shen Lang opposite him with a hint of arrogance on his face: "It turns out that this fellow Taoist is the new elder Shen Lang. He has been accused of being famous for a long time. Unfortunately, Elder Shen is not very lucky and met me in the first game. Although you are an elder of the sect, don't expect Wang to show mercy!"

Wang Sheng was secretly happy, feeling that he could finally make a big splash this time and defeat the elders of the sect. This matter was about to spread, and he was very proud of his face.

He almost didn't consider the possibility that he would lose to Shen Lang. Wang Sheng felt that facing such a guy with a lower cultivation level than him, it would basically take two or three moves.

Shen Lang said calmly: "No need to say more nonsense, you can attack with all your might. Let me show the skills of the elite disciples of the Seven Saint Palace."

"Haha, since that's the case, then Wang is not polite!"

Seeing Shen Lang's words so pretentious, Wang Sheng said with displeasure.

"This showdown begins now!"

With the order of the elder of the Seven Saint Palace who was in charge of the arena, Wang Sheng took the initiative and prepared to use the most beautiful and gorgeous move to kill Shen Lang's body.

"Earth Immortal Art, Five Colors Flowing Fire!"

Wang Sheng formed a magic seal with both hands, and colorful fires splashed out from the magic seal, which was dazzling and dazzling.

Before he could activate these fancy five-colored fires to attack, a breathtaking purple and golden light suddenly flashed in Shen Lang's eyebrows, and the holy demon eyes opened!

"Celestial Demon Phantom Eye!"

The holy demon eyes at Shen Lang's eyebrows suddenly shot out a blood light, rushing towards Wang Sheng, who was still casting spells like a storm.

"ah!!!"

A large number of blood-colored illusions poured into Wang Sheng's mind. Wang Sheng's body twitched suddenly, and after making a shrill scream, his pupils lost their luster and his body fell down, unconscious.

Shen Lang turned around and left the ring. The audience in the field were stunned and looked at each other.

"Wang Sheng lost his combat power, and the winner of this game is Shen Lang!"

The elder of the Seven Saints Palace who presided over the armed struggle announced loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene exploded.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Why did Senior Brother Wang Sheng fall down before Elder Shen Lang takes action?"

"It's not that I didn't take action. Elder Shen just used some kind of clever pupil technique. He killed Senior Brother Wang Sheng in seconds with just one look..."

Most of the audience with low cultivation levels were confused. Only a few disciples with slightly higher cultivation levels could see that Shen Lang used his pupil technique and knocked down Wang Sheng in just one encounter!

After Shen Lang's holy demon eyes were groomed for a period of time, his ability was much stronger than when he first formed. When dealing with cultivators who did not exceed his cultivation level, he could knock him down with a single magic phantom pupil.

After probably understanding what was going on, all the disciples of the Seven Saint Palace Sect couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

It seems that this elder Shen Lang is not as simple as they imagined. His strength may be beyond imagination. He can get the tip of the iceberg from this showdown with Wang Sheng!

No wonder the other party was accepted as his apprentice by the ancestor Tianying. This person really has some skills!

Seeing Shen Lang win so frankly, Xia Shan'er, Ning Xiaoyao and Bai Weiwei also showed joy. They didn't feel much surprise, but they just felt that Shen Lang's ability should be like this.

When Shen Lang first fought, he was shocked by his skills!

Not only the disciples, but also the elders of the Seven Saint Palace in the seat in front of them were surprised. These old earth immortal monsters with deep cultivation had very high eyesight and saw deeper things.

The purple-gold spiritual pupils at the middle of Shen Lang's eyebrows are not magical powers that have been cultivated, but more like transplanted spiritual pupils. They are extremely high-end, and illusion seems to be just a kind of pupil ability.

It seems that the ancestor did not take the disciples randomly when he was angry, and this son was indeed extraordinary.

The duel in which Shen Lang instantly killed Wang Sheng attracted the attention of all the masters off the field.

"Sky Eye? No! The sky Eye cannot release illusions. The human body can actually have such rare spiritual eyes. This person is really not simple..."

Dai Tian, ​​in a corner of the Seven Saint Palace Square, looked at the Holy Demon Eyes with purple and golden light shining in the middle of Shen Lang's eyebrows, and his cold face showed a slight expression of interest.

"Grass!"

Seeing Shen Lang showing off, Yuan Fei cursed in his heart, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Chapter completed!