The old man was really anxious. Lu Xiangxiang was so young, had such a level of cultivation, and could pass through the passage in eight minutes. Her talent was definitely very high. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
"Little girl, who is your master? I'll go talk to him!"
The old man said.
"My teacher, Lu Ming!"
Lu Xiangxiang's crisp voice sounded, shocking everyone present.
The eyes of Yuan Xin, the son of Chaos, flashed with two bright lights, like sword light.
The ancient demon's eyes also moved, and a layer of magic light filled his body.
There was also Mu Yang, whose eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and he glanced at Lu Xiangxiang with evil eyes.
"Lu Ming!"
The unscrupulous monk whispered, as if reminiscing, and looked at Lu Xiangxiang carefully.
"Lu Ming, which Lu Ming?"
The old man asked again.
"The land of Yuanshan, Lu Ming, the son of chaos!"
Lu Xiangxiang added.
"It turns out it's him, Lu Ming, the Son of Chaos. He's so young, but he has a disciple like you. It's true that like a teacher, like a disciple!"
The old man sighed, and then said: "Your master is indeed extremely talented. If he doesn't die, it will be normal for him to surpass me in the future, but he has already fallen..."
"No, I believe that my master is not dead!"
Lu Xiangxiang shook her head, her delicate little face full of determination.
"Little girl, would you like to think about it again?" The old man was still unwilling to give in.
"Thank you very much, senior, but I will never accept anyone else as my teacher!"
Lu Xiangxiang shook her head firmly.
"This girl!"
Lu Ming smiled.
"Little guy, what about you, do you have a master?"
At this time, another old man stared at Ouyang Moli.
"Yes, my teacher, Lu Ming!"
Ouyang didn't leave his mouth.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Yuan Xin, Mu Yang and others' eyes exploded with light.
"What, Lu Ming, Lu Ming again, which Lu Ming?"
Those old men at the Great Emperor Realm were stunned.
"She is my senior sister!"
Ouyang Moli pointed at Lu Xiangxiang and said.
Everyone else at the scene was stunned.
He is really Lu Ming's disciple.
There were three sons of God in one sect, which made everyone speechless.
The Son of God is so rare, so rare.
Even in today's golden age, they are extremely rare. There are only a few in one place.
That is to say, in the current Ten Lands Battle, where the geniuses from the entire Yuan Continent gather together, the Son of God can only be seen from time to time.
Fortunately for Lu Ming, he himself is a son of God, and he has two disciples who are also sons of God. Such a situation would probably make even the powerful Emperor of Heaven jealous.
"My master, he is definitely not dead!"
Lu Xiangxiang and Ouyang Moli said in unison.
"It's not dead, it's ridiculous, it's just self-deception!"
Mu Yang opened his mouth and sneered again and again.
"What did you say?"
Lu Xiangxiang glared at Mu Yang.
"What I said is just the truth. If you are arrogant if you have some cultivation, if you dare to run wild in the land of God's destiny, you don't know how you will die!"
Mu Yang sneered and mocked.
"Hmph, if my supreme master were here, who would you be? You would definitely be tortured by my master!"
Ouyang Moli said coldly.
"What did you say? Looking for death!"
In an instant, Mu Yang became angry, furious, and his face turned red.
He thought that Ouyang Moli was deliberately mocking him. He had indeed been tortured and trampled by Lu Ming before, and was completely humiliated.
But in fact, Ouyang Moli didn't know Mu Yang at all, and he didn't even know that he had been tortured by Lu Ming.
"Am I right? Have you really been tortured by my master?"
Ouyang Moli saw something and continued to mock.
"court death!"
Mu Yang was furious, his body filled with cold murderous intent, and he stepped towards Lu Xiangxiang and Ouyang Moli.
"What are you doing? Is this a place for fighting?"
An old man glanced at Mu Yang with cold eyes, which made Mu Yang feel chills all over and break out in cold sweat, like a deflated balloon, suddenly deflated.
Finally, several old men sighed, knowing that Lu Xiangxiang and Ouyang Moli would not become apprentices, which was a pity.
After that, more and more people passed through the passage.
Half an hour later, about a thousand people had passed, and the others who had not passed were all eliminated.
There were more than 3,000 people, and suddenly only 1,000 people were left.
"Okay, next, there is the third screening, you follow me!"
The middle-aged emperor came here again and announced the result.
Everyone followed, including the great emperors, and the dense crowd flew towards a peak again.
The peak of this peak is extremely broad, as if someone had cut off the peak with a sword, making it look very smooth.
In the center of the mountain peak, there is a huge battle platform, filled with purple-gold light, which is the power of the great formation.
The middle-aged emperor landed on the battlefield and said: "This round of screening is the last round of screening. This round of screening will only leave 80 places!"
Eighty places!
Everyone was shocked.
There are more than 1,000 people, and only 80 people are left. The probability of elimination is too high.
Moreover, this is just a screening, not the final battle yet?
"The four war zones all have the same rules. In each war zone, 80 people will be selected, a total of 320 people, for a real battle, a peak showdown!"
"But let me tell you, after this screening, you will get an opportunity, a huge opportunity. Many of you may be able to take this opportunity to enter the realm of the Martial Emperor in one fell swoop!"
The middle-aged emperor announced.
What?
Many people were shocked.
After this screening, you can actually get an opportunity, which can even allow people to enter the realm of the Martial Emperor.
You must know that the step from quasi-emperor to emperor Wu is very difficult and difficult to overcome.
Since ancient times, countless geniuses have been trapped in this step, some for a few years, some for decades, and some for tens of thousands of years.
Many people even find it difficult to break through in their lifetime.
This is a hurdle, a big cut.
Once you step into it, it means that your lifespan is endless. As long as you survive the catastrophe that occurs once in more than 300,000 years, you can live forever. How free is that?
The goal of countless people's lifelong practice is to become the Martial Emperor.
But now, there is an opportunity that can allow people to break through Emperor Wu, and everyone's hearts are burning up.
Before the Ten Lands Battle, the Emperor revealed that this battle would be accompanied by great opportunities, and it seemed to be true.
"I must enter the top eighty, I must get this opportunity!"
Many people clenched their fists and secretly vowed to rush into the top 80.
And some people who have been eliminated are sighing.
Especially those sons of God, their eyes are even brighter.
"The rules of this round are very simple. Everyone steps onto the fighting stage together and engages in a melee. The eighty people who remain on the stage at the end are the eighty who will advance!"
"Of course, there is a premise. You can join forces, but the number of people who join forces cannot exceed three people. More than three people will be considered a foul!"