"This thing for you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Qi Lin took out the jade girl crystal heart left by his senior sister, and saw that Shang Yangjun was a little puzzled: "This is what senior sister left for you to cultivate, I can help you cultivate to the ninth level of qi cultivation in the past few days, so that it is easy to cope with the conditions of the king of Xu." ”

Shang Yangjun thanked him, and the girl smiled bitterly, she, the proud daughter of the tribe, owed him too much unconsciously.

"Are you really okay?" asked Shang Yangjun.

"I'm fine. Qi Lin smiled, and the blood and tears in his body did not leave much of an impact.

"You have to practice hard and deal with the flag drill in three days. Guiguzi commanded.

"Yes. ”

......

Three days later, the martial arts arena was performed.

The disciples of the barbarian tribe are all in high spirits, exchanging martial arts experience, Shang Yangjun walked into the field, squinted his eyes, looked at everyone, the first time he came to Chaoge, these disciples were all full of blood, and their true qi was boiling, just like a big army. Although at this moment, the true qi is three points stronger than before, but it is one point less bloody.

These true qi are like rootless pinch, which seems to be strong, but it is empty inside.

Bang Bang Bang!

A series of violent sounds rang out in the air, and the rubble on the floor kicked up and flew and splattered everywhere.

Shang Yangjun walked over and saw two people fighting in the field, one was Shang Meng, and the other was the guardian of the Shang Hu clan, a young man named Shang Yu.

Shang Meng and Shang Yu fought against each other, both of them were burly, tall, their moves were wide open and closed, domineering, fighting eighty or ninety punches, and the true qi of the whole body spread everywhere like a sword, making people unapproachable, heavy true qi, and the floor was shattered.

Such a ferocious style of play and fighting made many of the disciples present feel cold on their skin.

"Huh?"

The two of them had a strong true qi, and they both reached the Nine Heavens of Qi Training.

This blood and tears are so powerful, she can actually improve her realm so quickly, if she wasn't lucky enough to be dissolved by Qi Lin, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of this Qi Cultivation Nine Heavens.

Shang Meng, Shang Roaring War is in full swing, each other's eyes are red, and they are extremely fanatical.

"What's going on?" asked Shang Yangjun.

"Shang Meng is challenging the Shang Hu tribe's Shang Yu and wants to become the guardian of the Tiger Clan's banner. Shang Shiwu walked over.

"What do you mean?"

"Lord Evil has already ordered that as long as you can defeat the Twelve Clan Guardians, you can replace them. Shang Shiwu clapped his palm, and there was still blood left in his palm.

"Cannibalism?"

"The victor is king, and only the strongest monks are worthy to serve the king. Shang Shiwu disagreed.

Shang Yangjun looked at Shang Shiwu and found that this man's blood qi was violent, and his true qi was condensed and had also reached the Nine Heavens of Qi Training. "Shiwu, you have also refined blood and tears?"

"On my last day, I broke through to the Nine Heavens, and there is no need to refine blood and tears for the time being. Shang Shiwu said conceitedly: "But this blood and tears qi is really strange in the body, I have wanted to refine it several times, and Sister Yangjun must also have nine heavens, I don't know if it has been refined?"

Seeing that he didn't refine blood and tears, Shang Yangjun also breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, they are all disciples of the twelve tribes, and one less can be one.

Shang Yangjun touched the necklace in his placket, and remembered the moonlight that met calmly.

"Huh?"

At this time, the battle between Shang Meng and Shang Yu had entered a white-hot battle, unlike any competition, the fist magic power was full of life and death oppression, as if blood and tears had released the wildest side of their hearts.

Whether it is Shang Meng or Shang Yan, the two of them are also the leaders of the younger generation of the tribe, especially the Shang Hu tribe's Shang Yu is second only to Shang Shiwu and Shang Yangjun ranked third, his 'Tiger Demon Fist' has reached the realm of both god and form, sound and hand, one punch and one kick, there are thousands of catties of strength, like a tiger descending the mountain, terrifying.

In the past, Shang Meng would never be able to defeat Shang Meng, but after refining blood and tears, Shang Meng's true qi improved by leaps and bounds, and his fighting spirit became even more crazy.

"Pixiu big split!!"

"Tiger Demon Torn!"

A tiger spirit conjured out of the fist, Shang Yu also practiced martial intent, with one arm, one shot like a tiger descending the mountain to pounce on an antelope, a pounce, a lift, a cut, a sharp and sharp spirit directly twisted Shang Meng, that is, the monks a few meters away were frightened back a few steps.

Shang Meng was indifferent, and with a big split palm of Pixiu took the black and white heart method to the extreme, just the fierce tiger demon fist, was stopped by the big splitting palm, Shang roared in the shape of a tiger, and wanted to kill Shang Meng under the fist in one go, completely ignoring that he was his own compatriot.

Shang Meng was beaten and retreated again and again, "Pixiu piercing the clouds!!" saw the true qi fly out, swooping left and right like a match, combining rigidity and softness, accompanied by the sound of sizzling, the true qi continued to burst out.

"What? Pixiu Piercing the Clouds!" Shang Yangjun was stunned, Pixiu Piercing the Clouds is a supernatural martial art comparable to Pixiu martial arts, this move is a completely use of true qi to attack the enemy, but the flaw is very big, especially the need for great support of the true qi of the desolation, after a move does not take advantage, it is almost a situation of defeat, which can be described as a self-loss of three thousand.

Shang Yu was beaten back by Pixiu through the clouds, hugged his arms, and put on a defensive posture, and the nine true qi of his whole body continued to receive Shang Meng's blow.

"Drink !! boiling blood and turning into qi!" Shang Meng shouted, his eyes were like red blood, and he saw that the true qi flowing all over his body suddenly seemed to be dyed red downward, and Shang Meng's exhausted true qi actually boiled and grew again.

"Shang Meng, stop!!" Shang Yangjun shouted to stop.

But he was no longer the boy who could smile shyly after losing in the tribal competition, and Shang Meng's face revealed endless fanaticism, desire, and a kind of greed. He wants power, great power.

"What??"

Shang Yu didn't expect Shang Meng to be so desperate, and the true qi of his whole body was shattered.

Pi Lian's true qi crashed into his body, and he shot out mouthfuls of blood.

Shang screamed, his clothes were torn, and he said hideously: "Boiling blood turns into gas!!"

At the same time, the true qi was red, and the pores of the whole body seemed to be stained by thousands of evaporated drops of blood.

"Die!!Die!!"

"Are you crazy!!" Shang Yangjun tried to stop him, but was stopped by Shang Shiwu.

"Sister, don't interfere in the matter of martial arts, otherwise you will be sentenced to death. Shang Shiwu enjoyed watching the two of them fight feverishly.

"Have you all lost your minds? Why do you want to do this? Shang Yangjun's heart aches.

"The law of the jungle, the law of savage!!When that wolf boy comes, there will be even more cruelty waiting for him. Shang Shiwu smiled coldly, I don't know how many monks in the twelve tribes who had broken through to the ninth level of qi cultivation by blood and tears were gearing up, preparing to eat up Shang Xuan's flesh and bones.

Roar!!

"I won, the banner of the Tiger Clan is mine!!"

In the field, Shang Meng was covered in blood, let out a loud laugh, he took off Shang Yan's head with his hand, held him high in the sky, and the spine under his neck was bloody, showing a victorious posture, no one felt fear, disgust or even disgust, and everyone else exclaimed.

"You ......"

The cruel, bloody eyes of the surrounding boys and girls made Shang Yangjun feel chills.

These people are like trapped beasts.