The lean old man paused, his eyes staring gloomily at Xin Huo, but he didn't say anything.
"Okay, this is an exchange event. It's better not to bring disputes between sects here!" A middle-aged man wearing purple clothes with a purple sword printed on his chest came out to smooth things over.
"Yu Jian, you, Jian Chen, the number one young man in the Jian Gang Sect this time, are the only disciples of the Gang Zhen Sect who are in awe of you!" An old man with a small sword that has not yet been taken off its sheath was printed on his purple clothes coldly.
He stared at Yu Jian and said coldly.
Yu Jian glanced at the old man and said in a low voice: "Really? Fu Gangzi, your Gangzhen Sect lost to my Jiangang Sect last time, and it will still be the same this time!"
The old man sneered, but did not answer.
The people in purple clothes around them were sitting there upright, not daring to breathe, not daring to accept the words of the six sect leaders of the top sects in the central world.
On this empty platform, a burly middle-aged man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the six leaders of the big sects, and shouted in a rough voice: "Are you six finished? Are you here chirping?
What's the use? If you can, fight now!"
As the sect masters of the six major sects in the central world, he looked at the burly middle-aged man at the same time, his eyes flashing. Among them, Xiu Mo, the sect leader of the Demon Refining Sect, stared at the burly man with cold eyes and sneered: "Crazy fight, you
It’s better to take good care of your power clan!”
"Yo? You demon cultivator, you still want to use my clan? Do you believe or not that I will make you lie down in front of the disciples of your demon refining sect right now?"
The cultivator focused for a moment, staring at Kuang Zhan with sinister eyes. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but it only flashed away. He regained his composure and did not say anything. His eyes looked coldly down at his clenched fists, with blue veins popping up on his forehead.
Arise, the demonic cloud full of fighting spirit...
Huode, who was floating in the air, nodded with satisfaction, and then said again: "The third place winner will get the fifth-level high-grade spiritual sword refined by me, Huode."
The disciples below were shocked, and their faces were full of excitement. Some disciples clenched their fists tightly, and veins popped out on their foreheads. A fifth-level high-grade spiritual sword? I'm afraid even the sect masters of ordinary sects can only stop looking at it! In the fifth-level middle
Above the highest quality are immortal weapons! Rumor has it that the power of immortal weapons is extremely terrifying, and there are only a handful of them in the entire central world!
Huo De smiled indifferently, and then said again: "The second placer can choose any fifth-grade Huang-level skill or attack method at will!"
Some disciples' eyes were stunned, and their eyes burst with excitement and trembling light. Fifth-grade Huang-level Gang Technique? That is enough to become the treasure of ordinary sects! And it is also arbitrary. Everyone knows, no matter what attribute it is among the five elements.
For disciples, the skills they practice are determined by their physical constitution. For example, if a disciple practices a certain Gang skill of the Earth Element, then all the Gang skills of the entire Earth Element can be learned, but the premise is that your cultivation level is enough! But
Although you can't practice at this time, you can practice it in the future when your practice reaches its peak. As for the attack technique, it is the secret of the cultivator, just like the Gang technique.
The hearts of all the disciples were boiling, and their eyes were bloodshot as they looked at Master Huode Sect in the air. Lei Gang, who was standing behind the area occupied by Jian Gang Sect, was not only trembling. The Weapon Refining Sect was truly worthy of its generosity! The fifth-grade Gang Skill
, it’s not that Lei Gang has never seen it before, he has seen it in the Library Pavilion of Jian Gang Gate, but those are all incomplete copies, and incomplete copies and complete copies are two different concepts.
Zi Yun on one side faintly glanced at the disciples with bloodshot eyes around her, and sighed slightly. Her eyes slowly turned to Lei Gang who was staring at the sky, extremely complicated.
"The first place winner can choose one from the treasure house and library of our weapon refining sect."
Huo De's words were like a bomb thrown into the crowd. Countless disciples' eyes were blazing, which aroused agitation. Many disciples were full of fighting spirit and wished they could fight now.
Compared with the rewards for second and third place, the reward for first place undoubtedly makes everyone excited, even the sect masters of several sects are excited. The weapon refining sect has been passed down for countless years, and the treasures accumulated in it and the collected Gang skills and magic techniques are enough to make anyone excited. In the empty flat above the cliff, the eyes of the other purple-clothed old men are trembling, and their hearts are even more excited and nervous. If the disciples of their sect can win the first place Name, then, is enough to bring the overall strength of your sect closer to several levels!
Lei Gang's throat rolled, his eyes condensed, and he burst out with a determined light. He would get the Kaitian Residual Style no matter what! Lei Gang planned to learn the nine Kaitian Styles as soon as he had time. Only after he understood the ninth style, Lei Gang Gangcai is sure to enter the top three!
Throughout the central world, the genius disciples of various sects all clenched their fists, their bodies were trembling, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit and excitement. The heavy weight dropped by Huo De drove every disciple completely crazy.
Huo De nodded with satisfaction, and his rosy face was even more warm. Immediately, Huo De said in a loud voice: "For the fairness of the competition, you will draw the list for the competition!" As Huo De's voice fell, a transparent voice fell to the ground. A huge box fell from the sky and landed on the ground. Lei Gang could vaguely see that there was a piece of bamboo about the size of a thumb in the transparent box. It should be the serial number.
"Now, take your own numbers!" Huo De said with a warm smile.
The fighting-minded disciples who had long been fanned by Huode suddenly surged onto the ground. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the transparent box was suddenly empty.
"Now, you have corresponding numbers in your hands. There will be two disciples holding the same number in their hands, and the disciple with the same number as you is your opponent!" Huo De's face suddenly became serious, and his eyes burst out. Shooting a ray of light, he shouted: "Now, the exchange meeting officially begins! Please enter the ring with the players numbered one to ten!"
There are a total of ten arenas in this exchange conference, which are held simultaneously! Ten middle-aged men in red from the Weapon Refining Sect are sitting cross-legged on the edge of the arena.
Lei Gang glanced at the bamboo wood in his hand and found that his own was printed with nine hundred and ninety-nine. He smiled lightly in his heart, wondering which fellow Taoist would become his opponent. Ziyun had already left here. Ziyun naturally watched these competitions. If not, if it weren't for Lei Gang, I'm afraid Ziyun wouldn't have come to the Weapon Refining Sect at all.
Soon, twenty disciples appeared on the ring with bamboos in their hands and strange facial expressions. As soon as they entered the ring, a barrier enveloped each ring.
What surprised Lei Gang was that Mo Yun from the Demon Refining Sect was also on the ring, and it was also the No. 1 ring. However, the opponent against Mo Yun was a young man in black, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, an ordinary face, and a mark on his chest. Holding a broken sword, he was a disciple of that sect. He looked at a strange beast printed on Mo Yun's chest and the heavy sword Mo Yun was holding. He swallowed his saliva, his face looked weird, and his body actually started to tremble a little. The shadow of the famous tree and the power of the Demon Refining Sect were enough to awe the disciples other than the seven sects, but after thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stared at the gloomy Demon Cloud.
"Duangangmen, Qi Jian!" The young man announced his name.
"Demon Refining Sect, Demon Cloud!"
As soon as the "Buzz" barrier came out, it was the beginning of the competition. Mo Yun sneered, holding the heavy sword and rushing towards the disciple like a cheetah. Qi Jian's pupils shrank, only feeling the terrifying power enveloped him, watching the demon helplessly
Yun rushed over, but Qi Jian was in the realm of the Gang Master, so he quickly sacrificed his spiritual sword and faced Mo Yun.
"Bang" the demon cloud swept across, the sound of gold and iron intersecting exploded, the barrier rippled, and Qi Jian's body instantly flew upside down, hitting the barrier, the spiritual sword in his hand had broken into pieces, and he suddenly vomited
Mouth blood, unconscious...
The first scene ended in the blink of an eye. Thousands of disciples stared at the gloomy Demon Cloud with a look of awe in their eyes.
The remaining nine disciples on the stage watched the battle between Mo Yun and Qi Jian come to an end before they had even started. They all swallowed their saliva, their faces became extremely weird, and they secretly sighed in their hearts that they were not competing with Mo Yun.
Looking at Qi Jian, who was lying unconscious on the ground with blood pouring out, countless disciples swallowed their saliva at the same time.
"Demon Refining Sect, Mo Yun wins, No. 11 please come to the ring!" The middle-aged man in red on the first ring opened his eyes and shouted loudly, looking at Mo Yun with a look of surprise. Mo Yun
Turning his eyes away from Qi Jian, who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead, his eyes slowly moved to the crowd below, and finally stayed on Lei Gang for a moment. He smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth and walked off the ring.
"So strong!" Lei Gang whispered in his heart. Mo Yun defeated the enemy with one move, and he was still a disciple in the realm of Gang Master. Lei Gang thought he couldn't do it. The outstanding leaders of the young generation of the six sects watched slowly walking away one by one.
Mo Yun's expression became extremely weird when he got off the ring. Some disciples noticed Mo Yun's eyes when he got off the ring, and followed Mo Yun's eyes to look at Lei Gang. They were all filled with surprise and doubt. That look was clearly provocative. This boy was
Who? Can Mo Yun provoke?
Lei Gang slowly withdrew from the crowd. At this rate, I'm afraid he won't be able to play today, so he might as well go back and learn the ninth form of Open Heaven. Many disciples who got the bamboo wood saw that their numbers were at the back and left one after another.
Watching the competition between other disciples, I felt full of fighting spirit but also extremely nervous. It would be useless if I didn't sharpen my skills before the battle.
Walking on the road, Lei Gang was thinking about how to win in this battle where geniuses gathered together. At this time, he was refining the Bone Yellow Level and the Gang Master Xuan Level. With the strength of the Gang Master Xuan Level alone, he was able to defeat the two thousand participating disciples.
Among them, I'm afraid it can only be considered below average. Fortunately, it has "Five Elements Body Cultivation" and Kaitian. Otherwise, whether Lei Gang can enter the top 100 is still a question.
"Have you thought clearly, little friend?" A vicissitude of sound sounded, Lei Gang's feet froze, and he turned his head to look at the rickety old man who appeared behind him at some point. Looking at the gentle expectation in the eyes of the rickety old man, Lei Gang's heart
After thinking for a moment, he said: "Senior, to be honest, I really don't want to practice the "Physical Cultivation Technique"
The rickety old man's eyes widened and he looked at Lei Gang in disbelief. He originally thought that he would get a satisfactory result in two days, but he didn't expect that Lei Gang would not be moved after seeing his terrifying kick? The old man seemed to
Not willing to give in, he said: "Boy, I hid some strength that day. How about you take a look at my strength?" After saying that, the rickety old man slowly raised his feet...