Calm eyebrows, seeing his son so embarrassed, Tianyin Zhenren was also a little sullen in his heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But as a referee, under the eyes of Xianbo Zhengong, Tianyin Zhenren naturally didn't dare to show any emotion, but another magic trick hit it, and the flame magic ball that seemed to be about to burst suddenly rose into the air, but it didn't explode, but shrank inside, turning into a ball the size of a pigeon's egg, and then flew under the ring with a buzz, and was directly put away by it.

"In this competition, No. 86 wins, you can enter the next round of lottery to continue the competition, No. 9, you lose, come down."

is not biased, after saving his son, Tianyin Zhenren made a judgment quickly.

And when the words fell, Tianyin Zhenren also glanced at He Junxian, nodded slightly, and expressed his appreciation for him.

In this way, the competition can be regarded as an end, Zhenlong Mirror obeyed the master's orders, and the body of Tianxuanzi immediately fell from the ring.

It takes his father's action to save his life, and after Tianxuanzi fell from the ring, he returned to his father's back with a rather dejected expression, standing with his head down, without saying a word.

Even Tianxuanzi couldn't hate He Junxian at the moment, and only blamed himself for being too conceited, thinking that he could dominate the fighting ring by learning the golden armor technique, but now it seems that he is just short-sighted, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

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Tianxuanzi was swept away, and at this moment only He Junxian was still in the ring, as the winner, he could stay in the ring for three more breaths and enjoy the winner's superiority. Accept the cheers of the crowd below.

But He Junxian's expression at the moment was still as calm and peaceful as ever, without half emotion, only a blue-gray robe was windless, which made his originally slender body feel a little more majestic.

Three breaths passed, and the Zhenlong Mirror also emitted magic light, wrapped He Junxian in the wind, and sent him out of the ring.

Walking into the crowd, He Junxian received more cheers. I also gained a lot of envy or awe or admiration.

But he still maintained an indifferent attitude. Step by step, until he returned to An Qisheng's seat, clasped his hands together, and bowed upright.

After the ceremony. He Junxian raised his head. His face suddenly turned pale as paper. Even the lips have no color, only a pair of black and white eyes are still shining.

An Qisheng had already seen the suspicion and flicked it with one hand. A flawless six-grade golden pill submerged into He Junxian's mouth, and then he reached out to stabilize his already somewhat shaky figure, and then whispered: "You'er, take Junxian back to his position to rest." ”

An Zhen also discovered the abnormality with Junxian, and without waiting for An Qisheng to finish speaking, he immediately got up, took two steps forward and reached out to drag He Junxian's wrist, and then let him lean against his body, and then took him back to his position and sat down slowly.

Knowing that his uncle fed him a six-grade flawless golden pill, An Zhen didn't have the slightest worry, and only smiled at Junxian, who was a little exhausted: "Brother Junxian, you meditate cross-legged to recover for a while, and maybe you will be drawn to continue the competition later." ”

He Junxian finally showed a hint of a smile, and his face recovered slightly, at this moment, he looked at An Zhen gently, nodded, and then looked at Zi Yunying, who looked worried, and bowed her gently to her, indicating that he was nothing, and then closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged to refine the medicinal effect of the Six Flawless Golden Pill to restore his mana.

Compared to He Junxian's need to use the six-grade Flawless Golden Pill to replenish his almost depleted mana, Tian Xuanzi's situation was much better, after all, his consumption was mainly in the Golden Armor Technique and the Flame Technique, but he was only a little exhausted, and it did not hurt the origin.

And He Junxian, the vine seeds that were quietly buried before, each one needs to be controlled with mana, and finally it can form a cage woven by the entire vine.

With the stimulation of hundreds of spirit plant seeds, the consumption of mana is almost ten times the output of Tianxuanzi, if it weren't for a breakthrough in Junxian's previous cultivation, he would have touched the edge of transforming into a god, and in today's battle, he didn't dare to be so big, I'm afraid that he would only lose in the end.

But chance is chance, and Junxian did grasp this rare opportunity, not only made Immortal Bo Zhengong nod frequently, unabashedly appreciating, but also made him almost become the first person of the younger generation of monks in the Xuanzhou Immortal Realm.

Further, if He Junxian can persist to the end and achieve the top three in the fighting competition, he can also be personally summoned by the Eastern Prince, and even compete for the place to enter the Taiwei Palace in the upper realm on behalf of the Xuanzhou Immortal Realm.

Since then, in the eyes of a group of Xuanzhou monks in the main hall, it is not an exaggeration to describe the future of He Junxian as "Feihuang Tengda"!

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With Junxian's Zhuyu in front and the monks who took the stage to participate in the competition behind, it was inevitable that they would fall behind, not only was the excitement unattainable to the competition with Junxian and Tianxuanzi, but even everyone's interest in watching was a little lacking.

This situation lasted until the young master of Yueqin, who was known as the first day of Xuanzhou, was selected, and everyone regained their interest in watching.

Stepping down from the first seat of the high platform and walking into the crowd, Yueqin did not walk fast, nor slowly, after all, the first seat was closer to the ring than any other monk's position.

Although half of her face was covered by a white veil, the walking Yueqin, compared to her standing still behind Mrs. Mingzhao, her posture made everyone couldn't help but marvel again and again.

The sideburns are like clouds lining the skin like jade, the cheeks are only a shallow crimson, there is a trace of sharpness between the eyebrows, there is no flower willow posture, the white veil that half covers the face flutters gently, but it can't cover the ripples of divine light in the eyes, and a shirt as light as a white feather moves with her, and there is a faint fragrance that fills the surroundings...... Even, when Yueqin walked step by step, that dreamlike posture would make the monks who were close to her feel a little suffocated.

It's no wonder that she chose a white veil to cover half of her face, if it was fully exposed, I am afraid that she would immediately absorb the minds of a group of young male cultivators, right?

No matter who her opponent is, as long as it is a man, looking at her face, he will hardly bear to cast a spell on her, this is the real soldier who surrenders without a fight.

Therefore, Yueqin chose to half-cover her face, it seems that she doesn't want to take any advantage because of her appearance, which can be regarded as a fair reflection.

In the ring, the Zhenlong mirror belonging to her flashed a dazzling magic light, and her number plate, without surprise, was indeed "one".

When her opponent waved another flag, the number "forty-nine" was displayed on it.

The others didn't know that this number corresponded to the monk, but An Zhen knew it at once, turned his head, and his eyes fell on Zi Yunying on the side.

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Double watch, second watch later! (To be continued.) )