The eyes of the world are focused on the battle stage again.
Seeing the challenger, many seniors even stroked their beards, as if they recognized who it was. They were not surprised at all that he challenged Han Jiang. The seniors had already fought hard, and it was time for the juniors to stretch their muscles.
Zhao Yun has put down the Kunlun Secret Scroll and raised his eyes to look at it.
He was staring at the young man in white, his eyes narrowed as he looked.
It’s okay to challenge others, but if you challenge Han Jiang, it’s probably Feng Wu himself.
"He is Lei Yang, the holy son of the Xuan Lei lineage."
Seeing Zhao Yun staring at the young man in white, Yan Yu did not forget to introduce him.
"Are you sure it's Lei Yang?" Zhao Yun looked sideways.
"It's true." Yanyu whispered with a smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, the battle platform roared again.
It was Han Jiang who took the stage, and the platform he stepped on rumbled.
"Is your skin itchy again?"
Han Jiang gently shook his folding fan and laughed playfully.
"You're talking too much, be careful when you flash your tongue." Lei Yang sneered, with lightning tearing in his eyes. He was worthy of Xuan Lei's lineage. He stood on the battlefield, like a thunderbolt, and the sound of thunder was harsh.
"Seeking abuse like this, I will grant you my wish."
Han Jiang stepped down and appeared like a ghost.
Lei Yang climbed up to the sky, turned his hand and covered it with a palm.
break!
Han Jiang scolded him coldly and slapped his palm towards the sky.
Palm prints against palm prints, the roar shook the heaven and the earth.
Looking at the two sides, it was obvious that Han Jiang was the better one, as he made Lei Yang do somersaults with one palm strike.
"Come."
Lei Yanghuo froze, and a thunder pattern was carved between his eyebrows.
Han Jiang was not at a disadvantage, and his combat power was at full strength, like a startling ray of light that shot into the sky.
All are young and energetic.
All are in their prime.
The two had a disagreement and got angry on the spot.
Looking up, the sky is filled with strange phenomena caused by the collision of secret techniques.
"It's really extraordinary for a monster to be on the Immortal List."
"The boy from the Xuanlei family is not very good at what he does."
"The number one in Chitian Palace
True inheritance, cultivation has improved a lot."
Someone is having a fight, and there are always spectators. Even the elders who are talking about scriptures and Taoism can't help but look sideways. Lei Yang and Han Jiang are old rivals. They also had a passionate fight at the last Kunlun event.
Zhao Yun had closed his eyes and concentrated on studying the Kunlun Secret Scroll.
He divided his mind into two tasks, finding people while comprehending. When he had time, he would take a look at the battle platform, and he also made a judgment in his heart. Lei Yang's combat power was good, but Han Jiang seemed to be more powerful.
Regardless of his personality, Chitian Palace's first true biography is indeed not a secret.
Just like this, you can't become a saint son of the same lineage, which shows how rich the foundation of the saint child Chitian is.
"Where did you learn the Taoist secret technique?" Yan Yu said suddenly.
A fellow practitioner of Tianji Technique, she vaguely sensed it. Because of the sense, she cast a spell to confirm it. The result was obvious. The Holy Master of the Daluo Immortal Sect really knew her Taoist deduction method.
"I haven't learned it before," Zhao Yun said seriously.
Yanyu only smiled, not believing this man's nonsense.
Just learn it! She won't show it everywhere.
puff!
While the two were talking, the battle platform saw blood again.
Nai Leiyang was bleeding and received a sword from Han Jiang, and one of his arms was removed.
From this moment on, he could not stand firm and was beaten so hard that he could not lift his head.
"Old Taoist, your grandson still needs to practice."
Many old guys put their hands together and chatted with the Xuan Lei Ancestor.
Look at Ancestor Xuan Lei, his face is already dark and translucent.
It's strange that his grandson looks better after he was hit by a hammer.
On the other hand, the elders of Chitian Palace were sitting still, stroking their beards, and their movements were more up to standard than the others. All they needed was to say in public: "Everyone here is rubbish."
Look at the Holy Son of Chitian Palace, he is even more stable.
No matter how strong Han Jiang is, he is still overwhelmed by him. If you want to have a fight with him, you must first pass Han Jiang's level. If you can't even fight Han Jiang, you are not qualified to challenge him.
"It's going to be defeated."
The brave man of the barbarians said this.
Defeat is defeat. As soon as he said this, Lei Yang was knocked down. He was knocked off the platform with a palm from Han Jiang. He fell to the ground in a pool of blood. It was miserable. It was so miserable. He was such a disciple of the Immortal Ranking. He was beaten in a daze.
No human form visible.
"Yang'er."
Ancestor Xuan Lei arrived, so distressed!
It was precisely because of his distress that he was particularly angry.
They agreed to have a discussion, but this move is too cruel!
Angry as hell, but his Xuan Lei lineage can afford to lose.
"But there is still something to fight."
On the stage, Han Jiang opened the folding fan again. He held it backwards with one hand and waved it rhythmically with the other hand. His style was getting better and better, and it was almost burning. It was rare to be in a big scene, and it was rare to attract everyone's attention. He had to put on a high profile.
There are only one sentence in a thousand words: I am very awesome.
have!
Many young talents are trying to get their hands on it. Although I feel very unhappy, I have to admit it.
Look at those female disciples, they are particularly favored, all of them have beautiful eyes.
Han Jiang enjoyed this feeling very much, and his back was extremely straight.
"What should I do? I want to beat him."
Huluwa took a deep breath, the bald old man was in the same state of mind.
The troublemaker glanced at Zifu and his black iron rod.
Troublemaking is his special skill. If someone helps him hold him down, he is confident that he will make a mess of that guy. They are a trio! They do this often, and either they don't fight or they have no descendants.
"But there is still something to fight."
Han Jiang shouted the same words again.
Not to mention, someone actually came on stage. He was a young man in plain clothes, with an ordinary face, nothing out of the ordinary. He was not a person at the grand event, he was a late visitor, and he went up without thinking.
"Which one is this?"
Many people murmured and looked up and down at the young man in plain clothes.
This man looked very unfamiliar, and he didn't seem to be a disciple of the Immortal Ranking.
Zhao Yun squinted his eyes slightly again, trying his best to peek.
Maybe it's him
My vision was too low and I didn't see the reason.
"You can recognize it." Zhao Yun sent a message to Yanyu.
"Never seen it before." Yanyu shook her head gently.
Just like her, visitors from all over the world also have the same attitude.
Immortal Lord Kunlun frowned.
The world couldn't see through it, but he could see it clearly. The young man in plain clothes was clearly a woman, but she had used a forbidden transformation technique.
Since it is a forbidden law, it is necessary to pay the price of blood, and the price here refers to her life. She sacrificed her life for the forbidden law. In this way, no matter whether she loses or wins, she will definitely die today.
"Are all the younger generations so crazy today?"
Immortal Lord Kunlun murmured, and Immortal Lord Kunlun also knew it well. The purpose of that little girl's life in exchange for transformation skills was very obvious. She didn't want others to see through her identity, and on the battlefield, she was determined to fight to the death!
"Who is coming?"
Han Jiang glanced at the young man in plain clothes with contempt in his eyes.
He has seen all the monsters on the Immortal List. As long as it's not them, it's useless for anyone to come.
"No name, no surname." The young man in plain clothes said calmly.
It was this nameless person that made Zhao Yun subconsciously get up.
He had a feeling that the person on the stage was Feng Wu's true self.
It's just that the other party's transformation technique was too advanced and he didn't notice it.
He left his seat and went under the fighting platform.
The closer the distance is, the more clearly you can see.
The appearance can change, but the eyes cannot.
"Don't mess around," he said.
He really wanted to go on stage, but the barrier blocked him.
The young man in plain clothes stood quietly without giving him any reply, and he had no intention of stepping down.
Yes, she is Feng Wu herself.
That's right, she did sacrifice her life to the forbidden law.
She has been carrying the blood debt of genocide for a hundred years, and she has been waiting for today.
From the moment she stepped into Kunlun, she had no intention of getting out alive. She had already taken a dim view of life and death. If she was about to die, of course she would drag her enemies with her to the underworld.