Since ancient times, heroes have been born in troubled times, on the contrary, when there is a surge of talents, there is no shortage of discerning people to detect the situation and make arrangements early.

That's not all, if the youth is strong, the clan is strong, and if the youth is strong in the main world, the race is strong in the main world, and the families are well aware of this.

Therefore, the family's selection of future pillars has never relaxed, take the Yi family as an example, the genius who built the foundation realm has Yi Shooting Yiwu, and adding a Yi Yong, this is still not counting Yi Yao and Dong Fu, and other realms are also about the same, so the big family can live endlessly and grow the main world.

Monastery Killing Dao Branch, on the stage.

Boiling Pan, the little young master of the Lei Ze clan who was let go by Donghuang Yan, the youngest son of the Lei Ze patriarch's most beloved, was in tattered clothes, his chest was covered with hideous claw marks, the skin and flesh of the wound were turned over, and the pink flesh buds slowly wriggled in the wound, as if they were healing, but there was no sign of healing.

If you look closely, there is always a layer of golden light at the wound, constantly destroying the wound that is recovering, and Rao is the strongest god clan, the body of the Razor Dragon, can not remove this golden spiritual power like a maggot on the tarsal bone for a while.

The boy held his breath and looked intently at the opponent in front of him.

The opposite side is also very promising, from the divine beast White Tiger, the founding disciple of the patriarch.

Don't look down on this identity because of Dong Fu's influence, you must know that Dong Fu became a monk halfway, and then he almost didn't show up much, and as for going out with the Yi family's elders or something, there was no chance, so he didn't enter the circle of young masters in the main world, which was intentional by Yi De, and also by the high-level officials of other ethnic groups.

Since ancient times, dragons and tigers seem destined to have a fight, as the saying goes, "dragons and tigers must be injured when they fight", and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

But Dong Fu believes that this is even more of a lose-lose, and the woman opposite the boil Pan doesn't look easy.

"The woman in the black suit is called Zhong Ling, she was born in the White Tiger Clan, but she is a cold and glamorous girl. The phoenix was bored, and looked at Dong Fu with bad intentions, and there seemed to be a bit of teasing in his tone.

But she obviously overestimated Dong Fu's emotional intelligence.

Someone just hummed, and then looked at the two people on the stage with great interest, Phoenix snorted coldly when he saw this, stomped his feet and slipped away, not wanting to say a word to Dong Fu......

Dong Fu shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal, it was only because of Phoenix that he noticed the woman named Zhong Ling, and if you look closely, it is indeed a sign.

But what attracted Dong Fu's attention more was Zhong Ling's temperament.

Sharp, the first sight is sharp, so sharp that Dong Fu unconsciously squinted his eyes from the beginning of coming here.

Dong Fu was interrupted by the phoenix, and habitually looked at Yi Yao who accompanied him, Yi Yao also frowned slightly, but he didn't have such a big reaction as Dong Fu, which couldn't help but make Dong Fu smile slightly, it seems that Yi Yao has also experienced a lot, and he is sincerely proud of Yi Yao's progress.

You must know that Yi Yao has not relaxed at all since she came to the monastery, and has been obeying Yi Lie's training for her.

Dong Fu may just feel sharp, but majoring in the Arrow of Killing, she has experienced many killings, but she feels a deeper murderous aura in the sharpness, this murderous aura

However, it is only a lot more than the murderous aura that Yi Yao has accumulated himself.

This made Yi Yao frown.

The battle has lasted for more than half an hour, because there are many hard hands in this ring, so it is the last game of the last ring, and all the foundation builders in the field are counted, the scene is spectacular, and the audience is full of voices.

In order not to affect the battle between the two on the stage, the deacon of the killing house specially prepared a soundproof barrier so that the voices of the two could pass through, but it prevented the outside sound from coming in.

Confrontation, a long confrontation.

Dong Fu is quite familiar with this scene, the so-called confrontation is simply psychological warfare, the longer the time passes, the greater the pressure on the two, and often the first side is slightly inferior.

Of course, it is not excluded that the party that did not make a move has been frightened, and the party that made the first move is just cutting vegetables, but this situation will definitely not appear at this time, Dong Fu knows that both of them are at least the cultivation of the peak of foundation building, and the scheming and strategy of the young master of the big clan will naturally not be less, but what makes Dong Fu pay attention to the most is the blood of the two.

Lei Ze White Tiger, which one is not an emperor-level bloodline, although it is not as good as Fu Xi, but now that Fu Xi is extinguished, the two are really the top bloodlines in the main world, and both of them are pure bloods, I don't know how much better than Dong Fu's half-hung bloodline phantom.

Or Boiling Pan moved first, no one took advantage of the confrontation, Boiling Pan simply took the lead, and maybe he could catch Zhong Xiu off guard.

Physically, boiling Pan has no advantage over the White Tiger Demon Clan at all, so he uses the Razor Protoss's housekeeping skill, Lei Fa.

Yang Lei.

Nine days of true thunder, Lei Ze leads it, the sky is magnificent, and the ghosts and gods are easy.

A dark cloud appeared in the sky out of thin air, churning and rolling, and from time to time an electric snake appeared, embellishing the dark background with a bit of whiteness.

The thunder of the sky is mighty, with the power of building the foundation, even if it is proud of its peers, it does not dare to play one in a billion, but the ancestors of the Lei Ze clan found another way, with the Lei Ze clan's pro-thunder bloodline as a guide, the sky thunder turned into a dragon shape, and created the unique thunder method of Lei Ze.

Long Wei poured out, an invisible wave rippled with a soul-stirring dragon groan, the corners of Zhong Ling's clothes swayed with the wind, his hair was oblique and never fell, but his face was calm, and his right hand held his claws, not affected by Long Wei in the slightest.

But it is a pain for the audience to watch, you must know that although the dragon chant is loud, it is not a real attack, even so, its effect cannot be ignored.

There was a sound of falling to the ground, mixed with a bustling howl, and the crowd close to the ring fell like a wave, and those cultivators who had their own means of flying no longer had the capital to be proud of, and they fell hard, far worse than the people who were standing.

There are also some who have not fallen, most of them are struggling to support, let their legs keep shaking, a layer of fine sweat is covered with leaking skin, the clothes are already soaked, and the graceful figures of some women with good figures are looming at this time, but they can no longer take care of it, and the big pigs' trotters are also temporarily unable to take care of themselves.

Only a handful of people present were still standing, and they were relaxed.

Most of them are the children of everyone, there is no shortage of gods and demons, or human races that have absorbed the strong bloodline, but there are also a few others

People have not been affected, and Dong Fu is one of them.

You Longteng swung to Zhong Xiu, the speed was far faster than that of the white horse, although the momentum was huge, in stark contrast to Zhong Xiu, who was not moving like a mountain, but he still stared at Zhong Xiu's eyes, not daring to relax the slightest.

She hasn't moved yet, she's not moving!

The thunder dragon was already less than a zhang away from Zhong Xiu, Zhong Xiu was still silent, but he was in a hurry, he had never seen such an opponent, could it be that Zhong Xiu had a secret method to restrain himself?

Haven't moved yet??

Yes, it must be, otherwise she would never have been so calm.

As soon as this thought came to him, it lingered in the boiling alarm clock, making the thunder dragon's originally fierce momentum stagnate slightly.

At this time, it moved, and Zhong Xiu moved.

First of all, the corners of her mouth are extremely slight, but with her delicate face, there is a beautiful arc, not without ridicule, but without a trace of contempt.

The second thing to move was the right hand, to be precise, the right claw, the phantom of the tiger's palm flashed with a faint golden glow, wrapping Zhong Xiu's thin and bony arm, and the claws were as sharp as a treasure knife that sharpened iron like clay, and slapped directly at the head of the thunder dragon that rushed towards him, without any fear.

This is to the boil to the pan to be shocked, who does not know that the power of thunder and lightning is born to restrain Jin Mu, moreover, even if his own dragon power is not half effective, but the dragon transformed by thunder is a semi-entity, regardless of the mass, it also has a strong momentum.

Zhong Xiu: Is this trying to be tough?

She was very suspicious in her heart, didn't she know that she didn't have the slightest advantage now?

There must be a fraud!

Zhong Xiu also smiled just now, although it was not obvious, but it was a dragon that could not be hidden from him.

Yes, that's it, there must be a fraud!

Boiling Pan quickly retracted some of his strength, so as to reduce the cushioning momentum to deal with Zhong Xiu's back hand, but Zhong Xiu still clawed in front, and his face was full of determination.

Finally, the claws finally touched the dragon's head.

The whole process is also in the midst of lightning, but the cultivator's thoughts are different from ordinary people, let alone the sons of dragons and phoenixes among people.

The golden light was extremely tough, although it was only a thin layer, but it took the tiger's palm several feet deep into the head of the thunder dragon, and by this time Zhong Xiu's whole body had entered the head of the thunder giant dragon.

The tiger's claws are extremely sharp, and the thunder is broken.

Heavenly Thunder Huanghuang, although it is only a trace, it is by no means ordinary, according to the original plan of boiling Pan, as long as he summons the thunder dragon as his talisman, the absolute gold white tiger Zhong Xiu will definitely not be able to help himself.

But Zhong Xiu's behavior was so unusually tight that he even killed him directly without paying attention to his Lei Fa, which made him suspicious.

A fluffy tiger claw poked out completely, mixed with the smell of burnt hair, and he didn't know what Zhong Xiu's thoughts were at this time.

Zhong Xiu didn't restrain herself at all, but she just restrained herself, to be precise, her suspicion restrained herself.

It's useless to think so much now, the tiger's claw is a few feet in front of him.

But this is his home field, the closer he gets to the blue heart of the thunder dragon, the place where he is, the greater the obstacle for Zhong Xiu, the thunder here has been reborn, blooming with azure light, just what he sees in front of him

The whiteness of the dragon's body is completely beaten, not to mention its power.

But among the five elements, the gold lord kills the most sharp and ruthless, whether it is against the enemy or himself, the edge is extreme, swinging the knife to cut the water, a sword to break the mountains and rivers and clouds, ruthless, hurting others and hurting themselves.

Enduring the numbness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, Zhong Xiu gritted his teeth, and kept getting close to the boiling pan in the heart of the thunder dragon, when Zhong Xiu came into contact with the blue thunder and lightning, he was full of excitement, but his right palm was heavy, and Zhong Xiu replaced his entire right arm with a tiger leg, which did not move, and quickly adjusted his posture and stabilized his body.

Dong Fu looked directly at this scene, estimating how many chances he could have of winning when he met the two, and sighed helplessly.

If you talk to yourself with your fists, you are not afraid, but one of the two can use the thunder, and the claws of the other can tear gold and break iron, but your small body can't bear it.

If you can turn into a real body, it's another matter, even if it's partially transformed into a real body, but it's a pity that although I have been practicing the bloodline secret method for a long time, the bloodline still hasn't improved qualitatively, and the phantom alone can't stop the thunder law and claws.

Moreover, the two of them have not used their bloodline in the real sense until now, you must know that the two must be pure-blooded, and their bloodline power does not know how much they can dump themselves, but they are not afraid of them.

If they can survive a hundred moves from Qu Yuan's clone, they may not be able to!

Dragon's groan.

disappeared from the high spirits just now, and more grievances and anger.

Tiger roars.

Like the return of the king, he looks down on the enemies who have invaded his territory.

(End of chapter)