This night, Wang Ping slept very steadily, he hadn't slept like this for a long time, he was cultivating every day, and now he basically didn't need to cultivate much, but he had to suppress the realm, otherwise once he broke through in an inopportune situation, it would be a lot of fun.

Early the next morning, Wang Ping got up, followed everyone to eat breakfast in the canteen, and rushed to the stone platform in the square.

The Ghost Dream Sect really made a lot of money this time, and the daily meals are made in different ways, just like today's breakfast, generally speaking, cultivators can't go hungry if they don't eat for a few days and half a month, but they still have a great appetite when they see their breakfast.

Very light rice porridge, refreshing pickles, these pickles are pickled with natural treasures, although they don't look good, but they taste very good, and they are very good for the body of the cultivator.

A large pot of Xuanniao eggs, of course, is not the kind of Xuanniao of the divine bird, but the eggs of birds and birds with a trace of Xuanniao blood, which are also nutritious and comfortable after eating.

When he came to the stone platform near the square, the Supreme Elder who was the referee was already there, today was a special day, the four victorious Holy Sons took turns to challenge the Ghost Dream Holy Son, defeated him, and then defeated the other opponents, that is, the new generation of the Holy Son of the Ghost Dream Holy Land.

The four Holy Sons are obviously a little nervous, although the Holy Son of Phantom Dreams looks harmless to humans and animals, but it is said that he has not tasted defeat since his debut, and he is a master who is extremely hidden, and it is difficult to deal with.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Ghost Dream Sect in Xiàn, I welcome everyone to the Ghost Dream Holy Land in the future, you are here for us, and next, the old man is not nonsense, I invite our Dream Holy Son, think about the Holy Sons of the rest of the sects to come forward and draw lots, and challenge them in the order on the sign."

With the voice of the Supreme Elder, the Supreme Elder waved his hand, and the four jade medals were thrown into the air, and the four Holy Sons immediately rose into the air like cannonballs, wanting to snatch the jade medals, because the four Holy Sons must be four number plates, and no one wants to take the first one, and they all want to be behind.

First, you can see some of the secret techniques of the Ghost Dream Son in the back, and you can arrange targeted ways to deal with them when fighting, and secondly, the Dream Saint Son is a human being, not a god, no matter how powerful he is, everyone is the same age, about the same age, even if there is a gap in cultivation, it is not too much, in this case, every time he defeats an opponent, the Ghost Dream Son must have a lot of consumption.

In the end, you can pick up a big bargain, let the people in front of you consume the divine power of the Ghost Dream Son first, and when you play again, you can defeat him at the fastest speed, regardless of the cost.

Wang Ping was inconspicuous in the crowd, he was almost the same as when he first came, the same as when he first came, the reason why he was like this was that he didn't want to leave any impression among these people, and it was good to think of himself as an ordinary cultivator.

At this time, these people have already begun to compete, and they are also fighting in the air, in order not to grab the first place, these people are also fighting.

Wang Ping secretly slandered, the old guy made a good calculation! Everyone knows that the Holy Son of Phantom Dreams is unfathomable, and the leaves are unwilling to be the first to eat crabs, so they will consume some divine power just by snatching the jade plate.

But this is Yang Mou, those Holy Sons, including the sect masters of the sect where they are located, obviously know such consequences, but there is no way at all.

Soon, these people grabbed a jade medal respectively, of course, the result is that some people are happy and some are worried, and those who get the third and fourth are naturally overjoyed, and the faces of those who get the first and second are not so good-looking.

"Okay, the order has been decided, the Holy Son of Dreams takes a step forward, the first one takes a step forward, communicates with each other, and then each steps back."

The Supreme Elder of the Phantom Dream Sect nodded and announced some rules of the game, the most important thing is not to kill the killer and try to avoid casualties.

However, it is unknown how useful his words are, anyway, Wang Ping feels that in this kind of battle, unless it is said in advance, it is impossible to save zài and release water, or to the point, once he plays, he must go all out, and he can't keep his hand when he wants to.

"Phantom Dream Sect, Luo Lingtian."

"White Crane Sect, Zhan Feiying."

The white-clothed holy son turned out to be from the White Crane Sect, Wang Ping had heard of this sect, or Lan Lan had told him, the rise of the White Crane Sect was very strange, at the beginning, almost no one knew about the existence of this sect, but in just a hundred years, the White Crane Sect became a medium-sized sect.

Their exercises and secret techniques are very strange, the exercises are the White Crane Xuanjing, I didn't know that there was this scripture before, but it is very powerful, many of the disciples of the White Crane Sect are very powerful, which makes the White Crane Sect seem to become famous overnight, from an obscure, small to small sect that can no longer be small, quickly rose to a medium-sized sect.

As for the Ghost Dream Saint Son, Wang Ping knew his name for the first time, and he used to call him the Dream Saint Son, and no one had ever called him by his name directly.

Luo Lingtian, sure enough, is a very atmospheric name, Wang Ping remembered that the sect master of the Youmeng Sect was also surnamed Luo, and he was the heir of the Youmeng Emperor, this Luo Lingtian was very likely to be the descendant of the Youmeng Emperor, this is big news!

The two of them each stepped back fifteen meters, then turned around and nodded to the referee, who waved his right hand down with lightning and shouted: "The game is on!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the two of them began to move, and the Holy Son of the Dream put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Zhan Feiying lightly, without any intention of making a move.

But Zhan Feiying looked a little nervous, the light in his hand flashed, and a two-foot-long jasper flute appeared in his hand, and with a stroke in front of him, he laid a defense, followed by six shields surrounding him in the middle, and the defensive magic weapon protected himself first.

Immediately, Zhan Feiying brought the jasper flute to his lips and began to play, and the jasper flute made a whimpering sound, as if an infatuated man and a woman were crying in the middle of the night, and they were distracted.

"Sure enough, there are some doorways, Brother Zhan is really not in vain! Luo admires! ”

Luo Lingtian, the Holy Son of the Ghost Dream, moved forward a little smaller, and also slowed down, as if under a lot of pressure, his voice was fast and slow, and when he said the last word, Zhan Feiying's flute voice suddenly slowed down, and his heart was horrified.

This way of fighting with Xiao Yin is his originality, he didn't use this trick last time he fought so well with the Purple Saint Son, obviously he wanted to surprise the Ghost Dream Saint Son, but he didn't expect that Luo Lingtian, the Holy Son of the Ghost Dream, also knew the rhythm of music, and even broke his own Xiao Yin Soul Chasing with his most proud rhythm.

This person is terrible.