Several Martial Mansion Sect Masters who were similar in size to the Honglan Martial Mansion were now extremely envious of Qin Yantian, Wu Ming was standing behind Qin Yantian, and he could clearly hear the conversation between several Martial Academy Sect Masters and Qin Yantian. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehehe, Sect Master Qin, this time your Honglan Martial Mansion is shining."

"Yes, Sect Master Qin, your Honglan Martial Mansion has produced such a talent, four rounds of screening and fighting, and let the opponent lose without making a single move, it is simply a genius of the world."

"Sect Master Qin, old man, I envy you to death."

Qin Yantian was full of smiles, but he was thinking in his heart: "What do you know, this kid is very cruel, although I am the sect master, I am afraid that he will dare to kill, hey, my sect master is nothing at all, who of you can understand my sorrow?" ”

There is no way, Qin Yantian thought so in his heart, and he still had to deal with it in his mouth.

"Hehehe, yes, this son's qualification is rare in a hundred years, and it is indeed an honor for this sect to be able to penetrate into this sect, and it is an honor to ...... it." These two words of honor, Qin Yantian said very embarrassed.

Those people's eyes would glance at Wu Ming from time to time, but Wu Ming ignored them completely.

After a while, an old man in the city shouted loudly.

The sound was like a bell that was forced into everyone's ears, and the old man, with the help of his strong cultivation, made the western war zone calm down with a few shouts, and this ability alone was not something ordinary people could do.

The old man began to say some stylized clichés, which were nothing more than words of encouragement to many cultivators, these words were very high-sounding, but the effect was surprisingly good.

After about a stick of incense, the old man shouted angrily: "Now, the main competition of this Yuntian Talent Fighting Skills Conference has officially begun. ”

Boom, boom, boom!

On the head of the city, several dragon cannons broke out with a loud bang, the cloud gongs rang out in unison, the war drums roared, and the entire western war zone in the city was extremely lively, and the sound of war drums and dragon cannons made everyone's blood boil.

All of the 100 buckets are guarded by masters of the Shenwu Empire.

And each bucket is forbidden on the platform, and one or two masters are blessed with the ban to prevent the two from hurting the surrounding area.

A hundred fighting rings fought at the same time, so that two hundred men fought each time.

Gorgeous martial arts, all kinds of treasures, and endless methods are staged on this hundred fighting platforms.

Wu Ming used the Purple Soul Demon Pupil to the extreme, capturing the situation of a hundred buckets at the same time.

Compared with the screening stage, the current competition is more exciting.

And there are many masters among them, Wu Ming naturally pays attention to those who can pose a threat to him.

Not much, but definitely there is.

The competition went on very quickly, and on many fighting tables, three or five moves were divided into winners and losers.

Wu Ming noticed one thing, everyone was quite ruthless, if it was two disciples of a sect with a good relationship, it would be better, but if it was two rival sects, or even disciples of the good and evil sects.

The move is fatal, and those who are defeated are either seriously injured or killed.

Feng Xiaoyang paid special attention to the treasure, and he let out a low exclamation from time to time beside Wu Ming.

"Brother Wu, look...... the person on the No. 7 bucket platform is using a firescale sword."

Wu Ming flashed his eyes, and sure enough, the man was holding a red long sword, the sword light was shining, and it was obviously a high-grade treasure weapon.

"Brother Feng, do you know this sword?"

Feng Xiaoyang nodded and said, "Well, the Fire Scale Sword is the secret treasure of the Xuanhuo Sect, and I heard that it is a medium-grade Heavenly Spirit-level treasure." ”

……。

"Look over there, the monk is holding it, it seems to be the Buddha Dao Jiaye Secret Treasure Tiangang Xuanhuo Cover." Wu Ming followed Feng Xiaoyang's gaze again.

"And that, the woman on the eighteenth bucket platform, the seven-foot-long silk in her hand, is it the heavenly aya?"

Wu Ming looked over again.

"Aya? Why, isn't it amazing? ”

Feng Xiaoyang hurriedly said: "Of course, I heard Shizun say that this Hun Tian Aya is made of heavenly silk, it can be long or short, as long as it is entangled in it, even Da Luo Jin Immortal does not want to break free, hey, it seems that the major sects are really fighting this time, and they have taken out the treasure of the Zhenzong." ”

At this moment, the woman on the eighteenth bucket platform grabbed one end of Hun Tian Aya with one hand, and wrapped the opponent's waist around the other end, the woman's opponent was obviously a demon disciple, holding a magic knife.

That person's cultivation is obviously not weak, Wu Ming roughly estimated, at least he has reached the soul travel realm, and the magic knife in his hand is not ordinary.

But the demon disciple used the magic knife in his hand to slash Hun Tian Aya but it had no effect, and after a few breaths, the woman screamed, Hun Tian Aya actually strangled the demon path disciple's waist bone.

After that demonic disciple rolled to the ground, he was already bleeding and out of breath.

Heavenly Spirit-level treasures are nothing, Wu Ming's current bundle dragon rope and water-avoiding beads have this level, and Wu Ming's current Heavenly Demon Overlord Body is not weaker than the treasures in the early stage of the Heavenly Spirit level, but as the competition progresses, world-shaking treasures have appeared one after another.

This was an eye-opener for Wu Ming.

Feng Xiaoyang paid attention to the dazzling array of treasures, but Wu Ming was deliberately looking for that figure.

Mo Zhaoxue.

As a top-level demon gate, the Funeral Desire Pavilion is located at the head of the city at the moment, Wu Ming's purple soul demon pupil swept it, and sure enough, he saw that familiar figure, it was Mo Zhaoxue.

Mo Zhaoxue was wearing a white coat, standing on top of the city, and the white clothes were better than the snow.

Wu Ming looked closely, Mo Zhaoxue's face was slightly pale, expressionless, and the eyes were peaceful, looking nothing, but it seemed to be a little less popular.

Because the distance was too far, Wu Ming couldn't see it very well, and he didn't dare to use the power of his soul to observe, but all in all, Wu Ming felt that Mo Zhaoxue had changed and became very strange.

The competition continued, and in just half an hour, more than 800 matches were over.

Sima Yuntian and the idiot monk, their luck was not bad, they didn't meet too strong opponents, all of them advanced, and then Feng Xiaoyang also went to the fighting platform, his opponent was relatively strong, fortunately, Feng Xiaoyang had a high-grade treasure gift from Wu Ming in his hand, and after a hard fight for a stick of incense, Feng Xiaoyang barely won, but he was not lightly injured.

In the 1,300th game, Rou'er fought against the Giant Sword Demon King.

No one knew about the battle between Wu Ming and the Giant Sword Demon King, and neither did Rou'er.

The Giant Sword Demon King was seriously injured, and Rou'er still fought very hard, but Rou'er was a chaotic body, mastering the two natural powers of scenery and scenery, and having the spells taught by the old hunter, she finally won the ...... and became a big dark horse in the eyes of everyone.

In the 1,900th game, Zhuge Lingru fought against Mo Zhaoxue.

Wu Ming wanted to take this opportunity to observe Mo Zhaoxue, but as a result, with just one move, Zhuge Lingru couldn't even get close to Mo Zhaoxue, so he lost in one move, and even Wu Ming didn't see how Zhuge Lingru was defeated.