"Maybe it's a casual cultivator, the Wood Continent is so big, and it's not surprising that there are a few powerful casual cultivators of the same level. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"But no matter how strong this son is, is Sect Master Luo still afraid that your personal disciple Dou Hua won't be able to kill him? I've heard that Dou Hua is the leader of the younger generation of your Ghost Wood Sect. Zhuge Ya heard this: faintly replied.

It turned out that this ghostly old man was the famous Ghost Wood Sect Sect Master Luo Jiang.

In fact, Zhuge Ya was also a little curious about who Leng Jiuhan was and which sect's disciple he was, but Leng Jiuhan was not wearing clothes that represented any sect, which made him finally have to attribute Leng Jiuhan to the ranks of loose cultivation.

A foundation building cultivator who is a loose cultivator, how could he know who he Leng Jiuhan is?

"Does Elder Zhuge also think that this son is a loose cultivator? It seems that we are heroes, and we see the same thing! However, although this son is quite strong, it is easy for my disciple Dou Hua to kill him. Luo Jiang said quite conceitedly.

After Luo Jiang finished speaking, he looked at Leng Jiuhan who was standing in the ring, and said with some pity: "But it's a pity that this son's talent is a pity, a casual cultivator, he can have such strength at the same level, and it seems that his qualifications are also very good." ”

"If he doesn't come to participate in this competition, he will probably have a double achievement in a few years. But today, when he met the disciples of my ten major sects, he was in a catastrophe. ”

"What? Luo Zong took the initiative to love talents? Then you can go and take him under the door now, and let him give up this competition, I think he will be more than happy to accept such a result. Zhuge Ya heard this: said a little jokingly.

Hearing Zhuge Ya's joking tone, Luo Jiang didn't answer, just glanced at him deeply, and then looked at the ring and stopped talking.

It's just that at this time, he was scolding in his heart: "Fuck you, will my Ghost Wood Sect have such a qualified disciple?" Don't think that if you are the elder of the super sect, you will be great, and one day as soon as possible to overthrow your Tianmu Divine Sword Sect. ”

The meaning of Zhuge Ya's words, how could he Luo Jiang not hear it? It's just a joke that there aren't many genius disciples in his Ghost Wood Sect.

But he was helpless, he could only scold in his heart, just to dissipate his anger, if he really wanted to because of such a trivial matter, he would fight in front of the gong, and the opposite drum would clash with the Tianmu Divine Sword faction, but he didn't dare.

Because in that case, it will definitely be his Ghost Wood Sect who will suffer at that time.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Luo Jiang no longer paid attention to him, Zhuge Ya snorted coldly in his heart, and then also looked at the ring.

Leng Jiuhan, who was in the ring, was looking at the other rings without blinking at this time, and the focus was on the disciples of the ten major sects. As for the monk who was beheaded by him, he had already died of his life.

It's just that he didn't see the strength of the ten major sects and the participating disciples.

But there is one thing that he is very sure of, that is, the disciples of the ten major sects who came to participate in the competition are very strong in their strength. Because he found that the disciples of the ten major sects participating in the competition were all defeated in one move.

Looking at those disciples of the ten major sects who were defeated by the enemy, they looked at the other fighting methods in the ring with great interest. Leng Jiuhan thought of Li Wuyang in Bamboo Sword City.

That guy actually thought that with that phantom footwork, he thought that he could defeat the genius disciples of these great sects, which was really ridiculous. I don't know which of the ten major sect disciples who came to participate in the competition has the strength to kill him instantly.

The time of a pillar of incense passed quickly.

During this time, almost all the rings have been decided. There are only a handful of rings, and after the time is up, the winner has not yet been decided.

Leng Jiuhan found that in these decisive rings, more than half of them were killed by their opponents. The rest are basically seriously injured.

Looking at the corpses of those killed monks, Leng Jiuhan secretly thought: "If you don't have enough strength, you must withstand the temptation, otherwise it will be no different from suicide." ”

As the time for a pillar of incense arrived, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the ring.

As soon as the brilliance appeared, they were wrapped in the corpses of the defeated and the seriously wounded, and threw them into the ring. As for those who were undecided, they were also wrapped in a brilliant light and thrown out of the ring.

As half of the vanquished were thrown out of the ring, half of the small ones disappeared.

And the monks in the small rings that disappeared also chose their targets at this time, jumped into the rings that did not disappear, and immediately fought with the monks in the ring.

Leng Jiuhan was lucky, this time the ring he was in did not disappear, and at this time, there was also a monk with a long sharp-beaked monkey cheek who jumped into the ring where he was.

"Hey boy, you'd better get out of here by yourself, lest your grandfather and I send him to Hades when the time comes." As soon as the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk jumped into the ring, he smiled and said arrogantly to Leng Jiuhan.

"If you abandon your cultivation now and get out of the ring, I can spare your life." Leng Jiuhan said: Said in a cold tone.

"Boy, you're looking for death." The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk was furious when he heard that Leng Jiuhan wanted him to abolish his cultivation.

Then he saw his hand raised, and a small black flag appeared in his hand, and as soon as the small flag appeared in his hand, he waved it at Leng Jiuhan suddenly.

Suddenly, streams of black gas exuding the breath of rotting corpses emanated from the small flag, and then rolled towards Leng Jiuhan.

As soon as the black gas appeared, he was caught off guard and sniffed Leng Jiuhan, and said in his heart: "What kind of magic weapon is this?" Actually smelling it, it makes people feel dizzy. ”

However, at this time, he couldn't afford to think about it too much, and with a move in his mind, the True Yuan protective shield had already been propped up.

At the same time, a pill of Bailing Detoxification Pill had already been thrown into his mouth and swallowed. As soon as the Bailing Detoxification Pill was swallowed, the dizziness quickly dissipated.

"Fortunately, among the storage rings snatched from Yu Yu, there is a Bailing Antidote Pill, otherwise, it would be really a little dangerous! It seems that you should not underestimate anyone, because at the same time that you underestimate the other person, you may already be in danger. ”

"Maybe the other party's strength is not as good as yours, but it has a magic weapon that can restrain you." After the dizziness disappeared, Leng Jiuhan secretly admonished himself in his heart.

This incident can be said to have poured cold water on his head.

Because he found that after he survived the Nine Qi Heavenly Tribulation, he basically didn't take the monks of the same level in his eyes, especially now, when facing a monk of the same level, he didn't look at the other party directly.

The result was such a monk who didn't make him look at it squarely, and almost made him hate him on the spot.

"Hey boy, go die." At the same time that Leng Jiuhan's dizziness had just disappeared, the black gas also happened to surround him. Just then, a voice came to his ears.

It turned out that the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk was hidden in the black gas, and at this time he had already come to his side, and the small black flag, under the wave of the other party, smashed down on his protective shield.

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