No one knows what the drunken Taoist is thinking, maybe he has another plan, or maybe he really cares, for such a lazy and casual person, he really can't speculate with common sense. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

People were chosen by them in Shushan, no matter what, it had nothing to do with them, and everyone sighed, so they had to give up and put their minds on the third gambling fight.

At this time, there are still five places on the dragon pattern gold list, and after removing Wu Zhang, there are only four immortal disciples to choose from, but they can no longer be on the wall.

"After watching it for so long, it's time for my disciples to come out and show their faces, this third battle of the Vast Miao Immortal Sect has taken over!" Jingyue Zhenren smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was gentle and tactful, but with an undoubted meaning.

Everyone has no objection when they hear this, Bibo Island is the territory of the vast immortal gate, and Jingyue Zhenren is one of the principals of this immortal ascension conference, both public and private, and the real people here should give her this face.

Those dragon and tiger and Huading monks in the distance have no objections, the number of disciples on the list has nothing to do with them, as long as there is excitement to watch, anyone is the same.

Lu Xiangsheng nodded, glanced at Yu Jingchen behind her, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Sister Jingyue, are you going to let Jingchen go to the third game? ”

"Jing Chen is a monk in the middle of the Dragon and Tiger, and it would be unfair to let her play, and I won't be like that. Jingyue Zhenren shook her head and said lightly.

Yu Jingchen smiled modestly on his face, and nodded gently behind him, indicating that he would not fight on stage.

"So, do you have another candidate?" Feng Xu looked at Jingyue Zhenren and said thoughtfully.

"Well, recently I have accepted a new disciple in Shui Yunfeng, with good qualifications, and now he also has the cultivation of the early stage of Huading, and he happened to come with me, but he has never liked to be lively, so I didn't let him go to the main hall. ”

"Now it's just the right time to take the opportunity to gamble, let him go on stage and have a discussion with the leaders of various sects, so that he can increase some fighting experience and know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. ”

As the words fell, Jingyue Zhenren waved his hand and released a water-colored dark light, which fell directly on the fighting platform in the center of the main hall.

Through the water-colored light curtain, everyone saw a heroic figure standing at the other end of the water curtain.

"Bang la la"

The water and light flashed, setting off ripples, and a young monk wearing a water blue robe with moire on his sleeves stepped out.

This son, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was as cold as ice, as soon as Fang appeared, he looked around the main hall very calmly, and saw the smiling figure on the first seat on the right, and his pupils suddenly shrank, but he swept by in an instant, and there was no discoloration on his face.

Turning his head to see the real figure of Jingyue, the young monk showed respect on his face, and bowed and saluted: "Disciple Shen Tuchen, I have seen the master." ”

With a slight bow, Jingyue Zhenren faced all the real people, and said with a smile: "This is my disciple who is not a weapon, and now he is standing on the fighting platform, I don't know which disciple of the real person is willing to come to the stage to teach one or two." ”

Hearing this, Shen Tuchen probably understood why Jingyue Zhenren summoned him, and he didn't expect that he would avoid hiding like this, and finally appeared in the main hall to meet Duan Chou.

Shen Tuchen was bitter in his heart, but his face was indifferent, and he stood still, waiting for his opponent to come to power.

When he learned that Broken Sorrow had reached the True Realm of Returning to the Origin, Shen Tuchen's first reaction was a rumor, and he didn't want to believe it, but within two days, he got confirmation from Jingyue Zhenren, so he couldn't believe it.

I thought that after I was promoted to Huading, I would soon be able to avenge my teacher at the Immortal Ascension Conference, but I didn't expect that the other party was a real person in the Origin Realm, and he was a real person at the same level as his master, and the gap between the two was like a moat.

In desperation, Shen Tuchen had to temporarily extinguish his desire for revenge, in order not to meet with the sorrow, he didn't even come to the main hall, but he didn't expect that in the end, something happened and he was summoned by Jingyue Zhenren, and he had to come.

"If I'm not mistaken, Shui Yunfeng doesn't accept male disciples, with the exception of this son?" Xuan Chou glanced at Shen Tuchen unexpectedly, meaning something.

"Shen Tuchen was brought back to the sect by Jingchen, and he has a fate with me, so it is necessary to make an exception for him. ”

Jingyue Zhenren said lightly, she didn't know that Shen Tuchen was from Liuyun Sect, and she didn't know that he had a grudge against Xuanchou.

Nodding slightly, he drank a sip of jade elixir without paying attention to it, and no longer paid attention to this matter, but he was just a Huading monk, he could have done it with one move, and now he can still do it, he really didn't pay attention to it.

This scene fell in Shen Tuchen's eyes, but he felt extremely humiliated, although the anger in his heart was monstrous, and the murderous intent was steaming, but his face seemed more and more calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well, but in the depths of his eyes, a touch of resentment flashed from time to time, which made people feel cold.

"There are not many opportunities to comprehend the vast Miao Immortal Gate, this time, Zixiao watched the battle. Yu said lightly.

"If it were someone else, I would definitely not want to, and if I couldn't say it, I would have to fight. However, since you are the one who speaks, you have to give a face, so I will be generous and give it to you, I hope you don't lose too ugly. Dao Xuan chuckled softly.

Yuqing ignored Dao Xuan, and after obtaining the approval of the real people present, he said coldly: "Xu Jun, you go to this battle, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you must fight with all your might!"

As the words fell, a purple-clothed monk behind Yuqing stepped out more and more, his eyes were like stars, his face was cold, and the electric light around his body was faint, carrying a purple-gold long sword.

When the steps were stepped, there was a purple edge overflowing, as if stepping in the hearts of everyone, the cultivation was low, the face was pale, and it felt like the heart and blood were about to be shocked by it.

Stepping on the flame steps, climbing the stairs, there is an invisible edge of the avenue, permeating its body for several feet, and the terrifying thunder power has shocked many people.

This is the way of the thunder sword, the thunderer, the head of the heavens, rewards and punishes good and evil, the sword, the world's sharp weapon, cut right and wrong.

At this moment, on Xu Jun's body, the power of heaven has already appeared, he climbed the steps, the electric light around his body was endless, the flames retreated, and he stepped on the fighting platform.

But wherever he is, it is like a thunder country in the sky, a thunder pond, and many Huading monks watching the battle below are shocked, even the dragon and tiger monks are also dignified, faintly jealous, they are heavenly power, the deeper the Tao, the more ruthless.

However, in addition to being shocked and shocked, the monks watching the battle below were more and more excited and excited, and their enthusiasm rose.

Finally, when the disciples of the two sects of the immortal sect faced each other, the two of them on the stage were in the early stage of Huading, and at this time, they could represent their own sects to fight on the stage, and their strength was beyond doubt.

On the stage, Shen Tuchen was always indifferent, and in his quiet position, his eyes were as bright as snow, falling on Xu Jun, as if he was looking directly at a dead thing, without the slightest ripple, and his frost avenue almost melted into his bones, and he was insignificant.

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