The Primordial Dao Sect Conference has finally begun.

The sect assembly in the Dao is much taller than in the state. It can be seen that the financial budget in the province is much more than that in the state!

Speaking of this ring, the ring in the state, is a makeshift wooden platform on top of a huge square.

Although the scene is quite spectacular, the wood is much worse than the stone.

The ring of the sect conference in the Dao is all made of white marble, and the ring is very high, and it feels good to stand on it.

All fifty-one contestants, according to the size of the sect, were arranged to sit on the seats.

On the viewing platform, the presidents and vice presidents of the Esplanade branch were also smiling and looking at the scene in front of them.

Before the official start of the ring competition, the president of the Marina Road Branch, Mochi Zhenren, delivered an important speech.

That mochi real person, at first glance, is an extremely high cultivation existence, and his voice is full of energy, and he can hear it clearly in the entire square, from any corner.

The Mochi real man spoke to the end, and then the game officially began.

In the morning, Sang Zhiheng did not compete, so he was a spectator all morning.

Sang Zhiheng saw that the ring of the sect conference in this Dao was much more thrilling than that in the state.

The people who were selected in the Tao were all masters, and if they were negligent, they would be killed by the other party.

In the ring, it is really normal to cause deaths.

Twelve matches were played in one morning, and as a result, eleven sect masters died on the spot, and one sect master was seriously injured and disabled, and could no longer participate in the competition.

Sang Zhiheng summed it up, and everyone made it clear that they wanted to put each other to death.

Moreover, in the morning, Sang Zhiheng basically saw all the four kinds of mana in this world.

This is a world of cultivation, and cultivators can master four kinds of mana, namely the power of fire, the power of thunder, the power of water, and the power of wind.

A person who can master the four types of mana, even the most basic spells, is very honorable.

Most of the people who come to the ring have mastered a spell with the power of the four spells, but the level of the spells used by everyone is relatively low.

Generally small fireballs, lightning spells, water splashing spells, and wind blowing spells, etc. Of course, this level can only be classified as a low spell effect, and most of the meaning lies in the nature of scaring the other party and performing, and when it comes to damage, it really can't be on the table.

You just say that this little fireball, at most, is a ball of fire, spraying over, and then at most it will burn the other party's skin a little bit, and it is not much of a threat to life.

Of course, when a small fireball flies over, no one will stupidly ask him to burn his skin, and he will definitely dodge.

And in this way, the meaning of the small fireball appears, and as soon as the other party dodges, maybe there will be an opportunity.

Then, take the opportunity, run over and give the other party a knife at this time, maybe you will kill the other party.

In the morning, except for Sang Zhiheng, the sect masters of the other two sects from Donghua Prefecture all came to the stage to participate in the competition, and then they all died.

Take the second place in Donghua Prefecture as an example, although he has a guqin that can play music that makes people dizzy, but as soon as he enters the ring, before he can set the piano, the other party will come and stab him to death.

The rules in the ring are that there are no rules, as long as you can kill the opponent, you win.

Sang Zhiheng also kept this in mind.

Sang Zhiheng calculated, a total of 51 people, after the first round, there were basically 26 people left, and then after the second round, there were 13 people left, after the third round, there were 7 people left, and after the fourth round, there were only four people left. Then among the four people, one more person dies at random, and the three people who go to participate in the national competition are considered to be selected. In other words, you can play a maximum of five matches to qualify for the final national competition.

You have to be careful, now the people who know their strength are dead, and the rest don't know their strength, so they are not afraid of being targeted.

Last time, when I was in Donghuazhou, I was almost killed by the second place, because the opponent used the lightning resistance talisman in advance, which caused my Thunder Thunderbolt Immortal Technique to not be able to exert the strength that I should have, and I almost lost the game.

The first game in the afternoon was Sang Zhiheng's game.

Sang Zhiheng is a very smart person, and he has now figured out the rules of the game.

In the ring, the biggest rule is that there are no rules, as long as you kill the opponent, you will win!

After the host finished registering, Sang Zhiheng and another contestant hurriedly climbed into the ring and stood on both sides of the ring.

Then, the referee gave the order, and the game began.

I saw that the opponent immediately took out a bell and shook it, shaking it while chanting words.

Sang Zhiheng looked at it and remembered that Feng Wuxian had told him that there were some magic weapons that had the effect of soul dementoring, and if the soul was taken away, he could only be beaten passively!

Sang Zhiheng didn't say a word, and immediately chanted the mantra and used the immortal thunderbolt.

The opposite one with the soul locking bell in his hand looked up and scolded: "you, how can you be such a high-level Dao method?" ”

Then, a click was heard, and the entire ring shook several times.

Looking at Sang Zhiheng's opponent again, he has been directly roasted by a huge lightning.

Everyone present, including the president Mochi Zhenren, was surprised.

At such a young age, with such a low level of cultivation, it is really unusual to know such a profound immortal technique!

You know, this is a thunderbolt, not to mention that you can't buy this immortal magic cheat in the market of Binhai Road, even if you look at the entire Great Xia Kingdom, or even the entire Dongyi Continent, it is impossible to buy such a high-level cheat.

Fate!

To be able to comprehend such a high-level immortal art, what a good life!

Ay!

Now, all the people, all the sect masters who came to participate in the sect conference, have already regarded Sang Zhiheng as the biggest enemy.

Everyone immediately decided that they would buy a lightning resistance talisman tomorrow.

Although Sang Zhiheng's Thunderbolt is indeed powerful, if he uses the Lightning Resistance Talisman, his power will be greatly reduced, and at most it will be similar to the lightning technique.

How powerful is lightning?

The lightning technique only has the power of a few tens of volts, while the thunderbolt has the power of three or four hundred thousand volts.

In this way, everyone will not be afraid of Sang Zhiheng.

Although the effect of this lightning resistance talisman can only last for ten minutes, everyone saw that this player's cultivation was only the second order and seventh level, and they felt in their hearts that they should be able to solve this person within ten minutes.

At the same time, everyone also has a common idea in their hearts, that is, they must kill this sect master named Sang Zhiheng.

This guy only has a second-order seventh-level cultivation now, and he has already mastered such an awesome immortal technique as Thunderbolt, and when his cultivation level is higher in the future, he may be very powerful.

When he is powerful, won't his sect become the largest sect in the entire coastal road? If their sect develops, won't there be no room for their own sect to develop?

For the sake of the sect, everyone must kill Sang Zhiheng.

Although everyone wanted to kill Sang Zhiheng, everyone's hearts were uneven.

In the afternoon of the same day, when everyone hurriedly went to the market to buy lightning resistance talismans, they found that there were originally a thousand lightning anti-lightning talismans on the market, but they were all bought by one person.

The price of 1 spirit stone is 1,000 spirit stones.

Although Sang Zhiheng also saw this business opportunity, he did not have the money to do this business.

Hey, sometimes business opportunities are seen, and if there is no capital, it is also a very anxious thing.

Then, the sect master who had bought all the lightning resistance talismans in advance immediately sat on the ground and sold them at the price of 50 spirit stones for a talisman.

Because it will be used tomorrow, the remaining 24 sect masters have no choice, so they can only scold while buying a talisman from the hands of the second-tier dealer.

Then the second-tier dealer immediately sold all the remaining 976 talismans to the stalls that had been set up for a long time at a price of 0.6 spirit stones each.

Looking at the sect master who was proudly counting the money, Sang Zhiheng frowned, and said in his heart: This kid is very shrewd, maybe it will be useful in the future, I won't kill him!

Then the next day, Sang Zhiheng was the first to appear, his opponent was a very rich sect master, not to mention gold and silver, and he carried a large handful of magic weapons and talismans on his back.

The sect master came to the stage, pointed at Sang Zhiheng and shouted: "Boy, I know that you can use high-level thunder spells, but now that Lao Tzu is fighting thunder, I think you have any other way?" ”

Sang Zhiheng said in his heart, what else can I do, I can only shoot you with a rifle!

When he got into the ring, Sang Zhiheng was carrying a rifle.

Everyone present didn't understand what it was, and everyone was guessing what kind of artifact it was.

But there is one thing that everyone has reached a consensus, and that is that this thing must be a magic weapon, although no one has ever seen it.

I don't know how powerful this magic weapon is, but everyone has never seen it, so I can only rely on others to come to the stage first to see and see.

Then, hearing the contemptuous words of the person opposite, Sang Zhiheng smiled coldly, calmly pulled the bolt of the gun, picked up the gun, took aim, and easily pulled the trigger.

At such a close distance, Sang Zhiheng felt that if he couldn't shoot past his eyebrows, he wouldn't have the face to meet his military training instructor in college!

With a bang, the Ten Rings hit.

The other party died, and Sang Zhiheng won easily.

Everyone was stunned, this, this kid is not only powerful in immortal arts, but how can his magic weapon be so powerful?

Oh, how could such a powerful sect master suddenly appear in the small Donghua Prefecture?

The entire Corniche was in shock for a moment.