"Boom--"

The eighth sound rang out.

"Come again!"

The young man roared, and the blue veins burst out on his forehead, his face flushed, and the ninth blow was blown out. The phantom of the Ji family emperor on the big thunder drum appeared again and also made a blow.

The two attacks bombarded each other, and the young man turned pale, rubbed the ground with his feet and retreated violently.

"Li Feihan, this is the second-generation figure of the younger generation of Xuankong Mountain. The eight thunder sounds are the quasi-emperor's resources."

"If it is the real successor of Hanging Mountain, I'm afraid there will be a chance to strike nine thunder sounds.

Everyone was talking about it. This time, the two people who came here were the No. 2 figures from various imperial clans, not the top successors. The No. 2 figure in Hanging Mountain could make eight sounds, so the real successor would definitely be above him.

"Hehe, I'll try it too."

A woman smirked. She was wearing a luxurious moon-white palace dress, with a large snow-white area on her chest, but her temperament was cold and arrogant. This woman was Hua Qingrong from Piaomiao Palace.

As soon as she appeared, many people secretly praised her. In terms of beauty, she could almost be comparable to Ji Qingxuan, but Ji Qingxuan's gentle temperament was even more touching.

"Boom--"

The sound of thunder resounded.

Everyone counted, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Until the ninth challenge, Hua Qingrong was also defeated.

"Another quasi-emperor's gift!"

Everyone was secretly shocked, and Guo Yu and Xu Feng couldn't help but clench their fists. Compared with the disciples of the imperial clan, they were still a little different. The second-ranked figure was better than them, let alone the real successor.

"I wonder how many times can the Qingtian Taishang Sect be able to strike?"

"The person from the Qingtian Taishang Sect is a cousin of the Emperor's son, and he is also a holy body. Maybe he has the chance to challenge the ninth sound."

Amid people's discussions, a young man wearing a feather crown walked out of the Qingtian Taishang Sect. The young man was wearing a green robe, and the blue sky world was tattooed behind the green robe. Wearing this robe, it seemed like he was carrying a blue sky on his back.

His eyes were as intimidating as a torch, which made people afraid to look directly at it.

"Hua Qingfei, the cousin of Emperor's son Hua Qingtian, is said to have a close chasing Emperor's son Hua Qingtian."

Hua Qingtian, some people also call it the Emperor of Qingtian.

At that moment, Hua Qingfei fell step by step, and each step seemed to shake the world. He came to the front of the big thunder drum with a mountain-like trend, and took action like lightning, and blasted six times in one breath.

It was not until the seventh sound that he changed his breath.

In the eighth voice, his expression was also solemn and heavy, not much different from Li Feihan and Hua Qingrong.

"Eight sounds, can the ninth sound succeed?"

All his eyes looked at Hua Qingfei, and Hua Qingfei stopped. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and kept adjusting his state. After a while, his eyes opened, and in an instant, it was like two lightning flashes passing by, and the world suddenly lit up.

"open!"

Hua Qingfei roared angrily, shaking the sky and the earth.

This attack blasted forward with unparalleled power. On him, the holy light surging and the power of the holy body burst out completely.

On the big thunder drum, the phantom of the Ji family emperor appeared, the emperor's power surged and hit the world. He slapped out with a palm and collided with Hua Qingfei.

Bang—

"I must win!"

Blood appeared in Hua Qingfei's eyes, and he roared wildly with all his strength.

"Is he going to succeed?"

Everyone looked at them without blinking. Before, Li Feihan and Hua Qingrong were both about to collapse at once, and were not opponents of the Ji family emperor, and Hua Qingfei did not collapse immediately.

However, the stalemate between the two did not last long. He only persisted for half a breath, but could no longer resist it. His face turned pale and his body retreated violently.

"Hua Qingfei also failed, but it has been a little longer than Li Feihan and Hua Qingrong. It seems that his cultivation level is a little more advanced."

"Hua Qingfei is a natural holy body after all, and he has certain advantages in physical fitness."

"I didn't expect the ninth sound to be so difficult. No wonder the farmer's young travelers can only hit eight times."

Everyone was amazed.

The young people in the countryside are also born with holy bodies and are well-known.

At this time, they admired Ji Qingxuan even more. None of the No. 2 figures of the major imperial clans hit nine times, but Ji Qingxuan did it. This woman was so amazing.

They became more and more disgusted with Ning Jiang. Ji Qingxuan fired nine times, but Ning Jiang dared to say that he was the only destiny. Wouldn't he say that Ji Qingxuan is not as good as him?

"Sorry, let go quickly and let go quickly."

Outside the crowd, a sound suddenly sounded, and several people squeezed in with difficulty.

As soon as he saw Ning Jiang, Lao Gan hurriedly came up: "Young Master, you are here too. What happened here?"

They were all attracted by the huge thunder sound just now.

The seven thunder sounds were still limited to the original place and would not be transmitted too far. The eighth thunder sounds spread a hundred miles, and the nine thunder sounds even shook the entire Yaoshen Mountain.

"It turned out to be a big thunder drum, I'll try it too."

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up and he walked to the big thunder drum.

Seeing such a fat man of poor appearance, everyone didn't take it seriously. However, when he took action, everyone was surprised.

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

Eight sounds in a row.

"Where is this monster coming from?" Everyone was silent.

"Stop talking, he will challenge the ninth tone, watch it!"

Fatty Wang's palm collided with the Emperor of the Ji family.

No one is about to collapse.

After half a breath, his face turned red!

After a breath, his body trembled!

After two breaths.

Swish.

His body retreated suddenly, and his body was shaking violently: "No, no, no, it seems that he is worse than me than the Emperor of the Ji family."

Fatty Wang didn't care. The martial arts practice of the Stealing Heaven Valley has never been the top one. Their powerful skills are the Stealing Heaven. They have calculated from ancient times to the present and have taken the lead.

"Brother, I want to try it too." Meng Zhiyuan looked at Ning Jiang.

Ning Jiang nodded: "Go."

Meng Zhiyuan is not weak at all. She was able to survive the great disaster of the Meng family and rescue Ning Jiang. After that, she entered the forbidden land alone, so she was naturally not an ordinary person.

"Boom--"

"The eighth sound!"

Everyone looked at Meng Zhiyuan in shock.

When Meng Zhiyuan hit the ninth sound, like Fatty Wang, she persisted in two breaths and was defeated.

"Bai Yan, you can also try it." Ning Jiang glanced at Nie Baiyan who was eager to try it next to him and said slowly.

"good."

Nie Baiyan is indeed itchy.

"It won't be another eight thunder sound, right?"

The people who are with Ning Jiang, Ji Qingxuan's nine thunder sounds, Wang Fatty and Meng Zhiyuan's eight thunder sounds are even better than Hua Qingfei. If Nie Baiyan also has eight thunder sounds, then they will not live.

"The Sixth Path!"

Seeing Nie Baiyan stop at the sixth thunder sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Nie Baiyan retreated with a look of disappointment, while Ning Jiang said lightly: "Don't care, the big thunder drum is just a small thing. What kind of achievements can be achieved in the future cannot be determined by it. The most important thing is to depend on yourself. Although you are not as good as others now, if you have the right path in the future, you can still achieve great things late."

"Well, I understand." Nie Baiyan nodded and made up her mind to follow Ning Jiang during this period of time.

"I really didn't expect that the people around you are crouching tigers and hidden dragons, but you are still just a coward. If you have the ability, you can go up by yourself. If you can ring eight times, I will take back everything I said just now." Guo Yu looked at Ning Jiang and snorted coldly.

"Tsk, isn't it just a broken drum? What's the difficulty of hitting a few times? Even a fat man can hit eight times. It's not a problem for me to hit nine times. If the young master takes action, he will blow it up directly!"

Lao Shen curled his lips without hesitation.

"Hmph, it seems that you two masters and servants are arrogance of the same lineage. If you can beat nine times, I will kneel down and call you grandpa." Guo Yu sneered.

"really?"

"Of course it's true!"
To be continued...