Chapter 92: Descendants of the Three Sects

"What's the story?" After Guan Bai was pushed out of the ring, he asked suspiciously for the first time, and looked at Kong Fan.

"Lizhu! It's Lizhu! Han Yunfeng snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, lifted the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, glanced at Fang Ding in the ring, turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd.

"It is rumored that Lizhu has the ability to bring the dead back to life, how could such a treasure against the sky fall into his hands?"

The little monk's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind wandered, as if he was thinking!

"Chenguang, now it's just you and me, since your master told you to do your best, then let's have a fight! Whoever wins first goes to whom! Fang Ding said, his face calm.

For Li Chenguang, Fang Ding maintained an attitude towards his friends, so he didn't push Li Chenguang off the stage just now.

Immediately, he instigated Zhenyuan, and the cyan thunder, like a silver snake spitting letters, wrapped around his arms, he wanted to compete with Li Chenguang to test the thunder method!

In the past two months of cultivating the cyan demon thunder, his mastery of the cyan demon thunder has become more and more handy, and there are only a few pages left in the "Basic Thunder Method" to end the cultivation of the cyan demon thunder!

"No, Brother Fang, you just pushed me out of the ring directly! It's me who loses! Immediately, Li Chenguang jumped and jumped directly out of the ring.

"What's the situation? Why did it end all of a sudden? ”

"No, why throw in the towel!"

"It's too easy for this kid to win! Cheat directly with the magic weapon! ”

"Ahem... This is not called cheating, and Dabi does not stipulate that magic weapons cannot be used. ”

In the crowd watching the battle, seeing that Fang Ding was the only one left in the ring, he suddenly sighed.

After all, the one who everyone is least optimistic about is Fang Ding.

At this moment, Shi Shiran, the elder of the Moyun robe referee, floated into the ring.

I saw that he was holding a golden token in his hand, the token was in the shape of a golden short sword, and the body of the sword was engraved with the symbol of the nine sects, with clear lines, and there seemed to be a pure energy flowing inside.

"Emei faction Fang Ding, the nine factions are the first!" The old man in the ink cloud robe announced loudly, and at the same time, raised the golden short sword into the air.

"Fang Ding, take the order!"

The voice was solemn, which made people can't help but get upright, and the noise in the audience also stopped abruptly.

"Yes!" Fang Ding returned respectfully, and at the same time bowed slightly, his hands together and touched, and took the golden short sword.

At this time, the figures of the heads of the nine realms appeared in the ring in unison.

"Fang Ding, pick up the mountains and sea pearls!"

A deep voice sounded, and the head of the Heavenly Master's Mansion took out a crystal ball in his hand, and inside the crystal ball, there seemed to be mountains and rivers lying down, and a thick and simple atmosphere came to his face!

"Yes!"

Fang Ding replied respectfully twice in a row and took the mountain and sea pearl.

"Stand down!"

The head of the Emei faction spoke up and reminded Fang Ding, and Fang Ding jumped into the ring and jumped out of the ring.

The expressions of the crowd became solemn again. Everyone knows that the new head of the Nine Factions will officially take the throne today!

"Three, come up too!" The head of the Infinite Gate looked at the audience and said in an easy-going tone.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the little monk, Liu Qifu, and a young man who looked like a Confucian came directly to the stage, without fear, and there was an indescribable lightness in his expression.

"Who are these three?"

"These three young people are actually tied with the heads of the Nine Sects, what kind of identity are they!"

"I'm not mistaken, the aura around these three people, I feel stronger than Han Yunfeng and Jian Lintian!"

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At this moment, a strong and powerful voice interrupted the discussion.

"Quiet! These three are the descendants of the three religions! Today, support the nine factions and be invited by nine of us to witness the handover ceremony of the heads of the nine factions! Master Jiujie said.

"In the lower Buddhism, the law has no phase!" The little monk bowed slightly, performed a Buddhist etiquette, and had a faint smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze. Everyone just felt that they were looking like a monk!

"In the Lower Confucian Sect, Yin Chunqiu!" The Confucian young man waved the folding fan in his hand and clenched his fists slightly, revealing a superior posture.

"I... My name is Liu Qifu! Hey! The fat man stammered, and then touched the back of his head embarrassedly, looking naΓ―ve, which made everyone suspect that this person was a fool!