The people standing under the stage didn't feel it, but the white-clothed disciple standing on the stage felt the slight vibration of the table as Long Aotian's feet stomped on the ground. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What he didn't know was that "Let's taste the bitterness" was a new spell invented by Long Aotian and the children of the territorial department, every time he said it, he would have infinite power and the incorruptible body of King Kong, but Long Aotian had just reached the sixth level of the primary level at this time, and he could only achieve this effect.

Long Aotian originally wanted to add the spell effect to the tyrannical shirt to show his (future) solid muscles, but there was a female doll in the soil system who firmly disagreed, and Long Aotian muttered, "Girls are really troublesome", so he had to give up.

"What's the matter, is this little fat man seriously overweighted?" The white-clothed disciple hadn't realized what situation he would face in a moment, and he had prepared his long sword to face it.

Since they could only enter the top-secret arsenal during the bottleneck period, the two of them were only ordinary weapons in their hands, and at first the two did not cast spells, but started to use real knives.

"Taste the bitterness!"

Long Aotian's spell chanting continued to echo around, and the two only clashed twice, and the white-clothed disciple couldn't resist Long Aotian's frontal attack, and was shocked back several steps by Long Aotian's vigorous swing of the sword, and at the same time, the right hand holding the sword also trembled slightly. And the masses who didn't know the truth only saw a white-clothed disciple being chased and slashed by a blue-clothed chubby, thinking that this Rexiang sect disciple couldn't even beat the children of the fighting faction.

"Taste the bitterness!" Long Aotian once again urged the spell and chased after the white-clothed disciple.

What's the situation? How many days has this little fat man been gone, and his strength has become so great? The white-clothed disciple obviously didn't realize that "Let's taste the bitterness" was some kind of spell chanting, and was shocked by the little fat man's rapid advance, and began to change the way he faced the battle.

"What kind of ability is brute strength, the sect is more than spells!" The white-clothed disciple jumped to safety with a false move, and deliberately raised his voice to speak. First, I want to save some face for myself, and secondly, I want to tell the onlookers that when choosing a sect, I still have to choose a strong spell.

As a disciple of the original Dou Forcing Sect, he knew that the Fighting Faction had always learned one spell every two levels, and he was currently at the sixth level of the primary level, with three earth-based spells, while Long Aotian was only at the third level of the primary level now, and he would definitely only have one spell. Therefore, as long as he urges the spells that Long Aotian has not learned, he can beat Long Aotian off guard, and when the time comes, he will win honor for the Rexiang faction, and the head will be impressed by himself and begin to reuse himself, and he will be included as a formal disciple of the Rexiang faction, and he can learn the spells of the Rexiang faction, and finally become famous and dominate the continent!

The more the white-clothed disciple thought about it, the happier he became, but what he would never have expected was that all the disciples of the Fighting Sect were no longer what they used to be, and Long Aotian had already bid farewell to the Junior Level 3 and became a Beginner Level 6 cultivator like him.

When the white-clothed disciple pulled back his thoughts, he was lucky with his dantian, brandished his long sword and drew an X-shaped word on his chest:

"O the vastness of the earth! Flying sand and rocks! ”

In an instant, a whirlwind mixed with sand and gravel slapped towards Long Aotian.

But who knows, just as the white-clothed disciple was wielding his long sword and casting spells, he saw Long Aotian on the opposite side shouting at him: "Grass and mud horse!! Countless white unidentified creatures rushed towards him.

"What a witchcraft! Damn! "The nameless disciple has been in the Fighting Sect for so many years and has not seen when the Fighting Sect has this kind of spell, and he was a little frightened all of a sudden, and hurriedly swung his sword to cut it, and every time he cut off an alpaca, a large amount of sand and dust would gush out of the alpaca's body, and he would be disgraced for a while. Before he had time to think about where Long Aotian had learned such evil arts, he heard a familiar shout not far away:

"Taste the bitterness!"

The white-clothed disciple had only realized that the effect of his spell had ended, but at this time it was too late, and with the trembling caused by Long Aotian's step-by-step running, a heavy blow knocked the white-clothed disciple to the ground.

As the victory and defeat were decided, the crowd in the audience burst into cheers, and the morale of the fighting faction was greatly shaken, and the little children were unrestrained and said loudly, "The Rexiang faction is not as strong as us!" "The fighting faction is the most powerful!" Hearing this, everyone in the Rexiang faction had a dull face, ashamed and annoyed.

"Humph! How can the Fighting Faction teach such an apprentice of yours, you are so stupid that you can't pick someone who can beat you! Wan Feng slapped the table and yelled at the white-clothed disciple with angry eyes, because there were too many people around him, Wan Feng flicked his sleeves and signaled him to hurry up and roll to the back, and walked in front of Mayor Ye by himself, with a black face and a fist:

"Mayor Ye, I sent a registered disciple to the field just now, and I had a contest with the official disciples of the other party. Therefore, in the next round, the other party's registered disciple should also be allowed to choose an official disciple of my faction to fight, otherwise it will be unfair! ”

Mayor Ye wiped his beard, which sounded more reasonable, so he nodded in agreement and said, "For the sake of fairness, in the next round, please ask the Dou Xiang Sect to send a registered disciple to select a regular disciple of the Rexiang Sect to come to the stage. ”

The disciples of the Dou Gang faction all looked at each other when they heard this, because the head of the sect Ruhua had already classified them as official disciples, and the Dou Gang faction had no registered disciples for a long time, and they looked for the head and found that the head of the sect did not know where he went, so the disciples just wanted to refute, but they heard a voice behind them:

"Everyone, let's go! I am the only registered disciple of the legendary Dou Gang Sect! ”

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a thin and thin boy, wearing coarse cloth clothes, squeezing from behind to the front with a disgraced face, and beckoned to Mayor Ye: "Hey! In the next fight to force the named disciple - Wang Ruohua! ”

Seeing Mayor Ye looking himself up and down, Wang Ruhua said quite shyly: "The disciples are not talented, the great gods of the fighting faction are gathered, and our juniors are only worthy of carrying water and chopping wood in this faction, and their sloppy appearance makes the mayor smile." ”

Mayor Ye just felt that this person looked a little similar to the new head of the Dou Gang faction, and after listening to this disciple, he realized his gaffe, so he hurriedly replied: "Oh, it's okay, we only value talent, this disciple, please come to the stage." ”

"Hey, who are you? Can it be done? Seeing Wang Ruohua coming to power, Long Aotian, who didn't recognize Wang Ruhua, was so anxious that he shouted at the bottom.

Wan Baochang saw Wang Ruhua in disguise, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said loudly: "You are the head of the fighting faction, don't pretend!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and everyone began to carefully look at the appearance of this famous disciple on the stage.

Wang Ruhua was not nervous, firstly, she had absolute trust in the skill of dressing up her own footbath, and secondly, she had expected Wan Baochang to recognize herself, so she responded calmly: "This disciple, just now you regarded the head of my faction as a disciple of the Rexiang faction, and now you regard me as the head of my faction, presumably he is suffering from some eye disease, I advise you to seek medical attention quickly!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd who were still watching Wang Ruohua just now laughed and no longer believed Wan Baochang's words.

Wan Baochang was ridiculed, and his face turned red with anger: "Then if you are not the head of the Fighting Faction, then where is your head at this time?" ”