In an instant, Fu Wushuang, whose victory was decided, dissipated without a trace.

Twelve were dumbfounded, and the thunder was like a real heavenly tribulation, as thick as a mountain peak.

"This is the power of the Extreme Dao, although the realm pressure is very low, his use of thunder and lightning has reached its peak. Black Mist said.

"What about Fu Wushuang?" Twelve searched around.

"He's fine, the trial should be over, and he will appear on the other side of the trial. "Black Mist, death in this Colosseum is not real.

Fu Wushuang opened his eyes and found that Fu Linglong and an old man were looking at him with worried expressions.

"I'm fine. Fu Wushuang patted his costume and stood up straight. Is it vast? Fu Wushuang looked back at Fang Cai's trial. What is the immensity? In the heavens and the earth, there is only thunder. The man's breath was overwhelming, like a river crashing on the shore, fearless and passionate. In the end, it turned into boundless power, and the black and white thunder simply came from the sky and could penetrate everything. Fu Wushuang thought for a short time, just tens of thousands of years of burning heart, it was impossible to do this. Regardless of whether the Burning Man is a wisp of rules here or something, there must have been a person who has experienced unimaginable difficulties for ordinary people and has gone against the sky in order to succeed.

"Wushuang, it's fine if you're okay. Fu Linglong frowned, her nervous expression eased slightly, and at the same time, she couldn't understand why Jun Twelve could go to the back of the trial ground.

Fu Wushuang nodded to Fu Linglong, and then looked at the thin old man. He remembered that this was a good friend of the Fu family's ancestor, and he had suspected that Jun Twelve was one of his descendants.

"I've seen Senior Qiu. Fu Wushuang bowed his hand, even if he was a genius boy in the eyes of everyone, he knew how to be polite very well. He is a member of the Fu family, so naturally he can't greet Fu Linglong as simply. What's more, he is not alone, he also has a childhood sweetheart.

"Wushuang, there is no need to be restrained between you and me. is so arrogant, the behavior should be informal, and the restraint makes us elders feel aggrieved. "Qiu Zhengshan said, Fu Wushuang was originally an inconspicuous branch of the Fu family, and it took a lot of hard cultivation to become a descendant. Many old things can't be said in detail, and some are even very sorry for him, but fortunately, Fu Wushuang didn't hold too much grudges.

"The seniors, please forgive the sins, the juniors inadvertently entered the underground palace and didn't have time to report it. ”

"Hey, these ancient ruins have been unearthed, whoever sees them first is whoever, and you little babies are not like us old people, and you have to report to the emperor. If you get something good, just keep it for yourself. "As the ancestor of a sect, Qiu Zhengshan does not have any arrogance, and his words are very clear.

"The younger generation doesn't know, who built this underground palace?" Fu Wushuang asked.

"The old man didn't know that there was such a place under the Qunjian Mountain Range. And these underground palace ruins, so long in the past, the ghost knows who they belong to. The thin old man said.

"You've fought so hard, do you know anything about this place?" he asked.

"Linglong and I just came here, and we just tried in this trial ground. This proving ground is truly extraordinary, and the trials conducted in the arena can speed up your cultivation and allow you to comprehend various tricks in battle. Fu Wushuang said.

At the same time he probed.

"If Senior Qiu has proud heirs and disciples, why not let him come here, maybe he can make a difference on the way to cultivation and rise to the sky. ”

"Where does the old man have that kind of blessing, the descendants are all sitting and eating empty, and I can't wait for the old man to carry their shoes. Qiu Zhengshan's wrinkled face was full of lament and anger, and he was extremely dissatisfied with his descendants.

Failing to get the desired result, Fu Wushuang had to reconsider Jun Twelve's origins. Is it really a casual cultivator? No, as a casual cultivator, he is too young, only seven or eight years old. He should have followed some unborn great sword cultivator.

At present, Fu Wushuang's impression of Jun Twelve is not bad. It's just that for some reason, after Jun XII only won one battle, he could go to the Determination Stand in the rear. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, what would be on the stage?

At this moment, the Burning Man escort stepped forward.

"Fu Wushuang's trial is over, nine grades, get a supreme Zhenshen pill. Please Fu Linglong on stage!"