(Recommended reading:Lu Chen was happy, and he understood in his heart that this guy thought he was a soft persimmon and could handle it casually. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Although Lu Chen has made a great name in Xuanwu Mountain, other outer gate areas may know some of it, but the miscellaneous area definitely doesn't know.

The miscellaneous area is not as high as the outer gate, but it is not easy to know.

A group of outer disciples of Xuanwu Mountain were stunned for a moment, and then they all became more meaningful, and someone couldn't help but whisper: "This guy really thinks that Xuanwu Mountain is still the same as a miscellaneous service area, with his ancestor behind him, this is Xuanwu Mountain, it is the outer gate! Although I don't like Lu Chen very much, but the surname Dong will suffer a certain loss this time!" A cultivator who knew and challenged Lu Chen's youth showed some disdain on his face.

Several other cultivators also sneered: "Dong Ming, I don't take the people in our outer gate area too seriously!"

"Yes, let Senior Brother Lu teach this guy a profound lesson. ”

- Lu Chen's footsteps moved, and with a whoosh, he landed in the ring, and said, "Please!"

The young man saw the indifferent look on Lu Chen's face, the green tendons on his forehead beating one by one, and said sharply: "Remember my name, Dong Ming!"

The chilling sword light, the roaring surge, and the rotating shock wave had already reached the peak state when they suddenly bloomed out!

Buzzing waves of sound came together in all directions.

In Dong Ming's opinion, he didn't even bother to know Lu Chen's name! Shouldn't such a cultivator in the early stage of Yunling be bombarded by him with a single blow and then replace him? In a trance, he seemed to have seen Lu Chen's defeat and appeared in front of him. Dong Ming's face showed a very happy smile.

The other cultivators saw all this, and the mockery in their eyes was a little more, as if they were looking at a clown.

Lu Chen's body did not move, standing quietly in place, letting the opponent's sword light rotate, and when he had rushed to the front in a blink of an eye, his palm moved, and his two fingers were horizontal, obviously moving softly, but the rapid speed, like a thunderous roar, smashed the opponent's sword light, and imprisoned the sword blade under the sword light in place.

The smugness on Dong Ming's face had not yet receded, his eyes widened, and he roared wildly: "How is it possible!" Flushed, bruised, anxious, surprised, and confused, from his face, instantly exploded.

Suddenly, this guy roared wildly, and the entire arm was infused with strength, and the whole body was full, trying to take back the sword blade that Lu Chen had grasped.

But with his little strength, how could he snatch the sword from Lu Chen's hand, let him use all his strength, the hot sweat rolled out like a white mist dragon, and still didn't move.

Dong Ming's face was no longer suspicious, but a strong jealousy, and he couldn't suppress his outburst: "No, this is not true! How can I, Dong Ming's cultivation in the middle stage of the spirit realm, not be your opponent! Give me back!"

Lu Chen smiled: "That's because you are not good at learning!Go back and practice for two years!" The power that grabbed the opponent's sword blade suddenly dissipated.

For a while, the power collapsed, Dong Ming was bombarded by his own power and flew off the ground, bang, fell under the ring, the fire of anger in his eyes burned wildly, and when he wanted to rush up, he suddenly collided with Lu Chen's gaze without a trace of emotional fluctuations, and the strength that had finally accumulated in his body was as if he was slapped down by a mountain peak, and he collapsed cleanly, his head was raised, and he lowered his head, and there was more fear in his eyes.

Lu Chen retracted his gaze, glanced at the referee, turned around and got out of the ring.

On the other side, Huang Qidao, who successfully won a place for a disciple of the outer sect, fell on Lu Chen with a look of deep meaning, and muttered to himself: "I thought this guy was a soft persimmon, who would have thought that it was actually a hard bone, it's really blinding!"

A group of miscellaneous disciples who were with him took action one after another, and finally successfully defeated as many as six of the outer disciples, and two unlucky ones, like Dong Ming, were defeated!

The strength of these seven people is in the lower reaches, and it is not unusual for them to lose.

The quota was determined, and another cultivator from the Ning Dan realm came out of the sect hall and took these cultivators who had lost their quota as disciples of the outer sect or failed to challenge them away from the scene.

Half a moment later, Yan Zhendong smiled slightly: "Okay, a one-year small test, it's the beginning! Yan Mou's here is a hundred tokens! Grab one to ten, enter the No. 1 ring, eleven to twenty, enter the No. 2 ring - and so on!" Speaking of this, Yan Zhendong's sleeves shook violently, and a hundred light cocoons flew towards the cultivators present with the momentum of a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

Lu Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a light cocoon that was about to pass by his side was grabbed in his hand, and it was directly pinched and exploded, and the thirty-first was revealed, that is, Lu Chen was about to enter the third ring.

For Lu Chen, no matter which ring it is, it's the same. None of the cultivators present were his opponents, so what did it matter? The figure rose and fell, and he had already walked to the edge of the No. 3 ring.

At this moment, the cultivators who were drawn to the No. 3 ring gathered one after another, and the gaze that fell on Lu Chen was filled with an extremely strong color of jealousy, except for one person! This person was none other than Zhu Heng, more than half a year ago, among the nine people who wanted to instigate Zhang Wei'an and Lu Chen to form a feud, one of them had already advanced to the late stage of Yunling realm.

The muscles on Zhu Heng's face puffed up, took a step, walked to Lu Chen's side, and said coldly: "The humiliation of the day, today, I will definitely ask you to return it all." ”

Lu Chen's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "It seems that you don't know any lessons, in this case, when the game starts, Lu will not mind giving you another profound lesson!"

"You!" Zhu Heng was furious, the green tendons on his forehead were beating one by one, and an extraordinarily anxious breath erupted from his body, and his two cold eyes stared at Lu Chen, "You are a waste who can't even break through the middle stage of Yunling, why are you so arrogant?"

Lu Chen smiled: "You can't even beat me, a 'waste', isn't it better to be a waste?"

The sound of clicking continued to vibrate, and the bones on Zhu Heng's body shook wildly, like fried beans, crackling and moving, and a cold breath, from his back, boomed, and rushed up-

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