"The competition begins. Let's compete with the Holy Son first. Let's see which of you is stronger."
Only the strong can become the Holy Son of the Temple
real strong man
"yes"
Several people spoke in unison, and their firm voices spread.
Luo Qingfeng held her chin with one hand and looked down with a smile.
The competition has begun.
There are two people, one is a fifth-level spiritual emperor and the other is a seventh-level spiritual emperor.
The rules of the competition are also based on drawing lots.
Choose one of the eight.
Eight goes into four, four goes into two, two goes into one.
Today is just a competition between the saint and the saint, and tomorrow it will be the saint.
There is also the coronation of the Son and the Saint.
It seems like a lot of time is wasted here.
"Yi Fang, do you want to come and sit down?" She turned and glanced at Yi Fang who was standing. Among the group of sitting people, he seemed particularly awkward.
Hearing this, Yi Fang immediately became panicked, "Sir, no, no need."
If he sits down, the adult will have to stand up. There is no reason for the adult to stand.
The temple was trying to intimidate him and let him know where he was now. He understood.
"Nothing, just sit down." Luo Qingfeng said, about to stand up.
When the three elders saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly shouted, "You bastard, why don't you hurry up and show your Excellency Yi Fang a seat?"
Do you have a sharp eye?
The ghosts have already brought Yi Fang like this, don't they know how important Yi Fang is to the ghosts?
At least, on the days when the ghost appears, Yi Fang is the only one who can get close to the ghost.
"yes"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately brought a stool.
"Thank you." Yi Fang said with a smile, but his eyes were cold.
Their temple is so prestigious.
Is the First Chamber of Commerce serious about joining forces with the Temple like this?
He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and looked away indifferently.
temple.
The battle on the field is still going on, and the competition has not stopped. It seems that this little thing has not the slightest impact.
"Master, do we still need to watch this competition?" Doesn't the master have a plan?
Luo Qingfeng chuckled and replied, "Why is it not necessary? It is not so easy for us to leave now."
There are experts everywhere, and it's not that easy to leave.
"Then what shall we do" has been sitting here
"What do you think?" Luo Qingfeng asked.
The dragon-toothed giant tiger is speechless, how should it reply?
It doesn’t know what the owner is thinking, so what should I say?
"It's nothing, just watch." Now that she couldn't leave, how could she leave with so many people watching.
Besides, this competition is not for nothing.
By the way, you can learn about the strength of part of the temple.
That's it, just part of it.
"Oh." The giant dragon-toothed tiger responded.
Just watch.
"Master, the strength of these humans is not low." Bing Po sighed.
Look at these people competing, they are all the younger generation of the temple, and they have already reached this level of strength.
Although the master is also very powerful, he is still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.
Even if the master summons all the contracted beasts, they may not be able to win this battle.
But that's not what the owner wants.
Not only will your strength be exposed, but you may not be able to escape unscathed.
"Well, it's not low." Luo Qingfeng responded, looking at the fighting saints.
One of them seems to have been seen when he came here.
That guy is Hua Yi, whom I met in the woods when I first came here.