On Yunmeng Mountain, there are many shocking changes, the incomplete and rebuilt Phantom Martial Altar, the self-proclaimed secluded man, the "Secret Record" that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the strange rules of leaving the Phantom Martial Altar to recruit can't help but challenge the nerves of people in the Ten Thousand Sects.

The domineering figure and arrogant remarks, with the proud appearance of the self-proclaimed Yuncang Mountain Lord Ling Quan, repeatedly challenged the bottom line of patience of many people present, but at the moment when the conflict was about to break out, he was interrupted by a scholar who was still quite young.

"Choose, don't go back!" Seeing Bai Zezhi running out of the crowd, Li Guanyi scolded with a serious expression, the young man he called the choice was the book Bai Zhizhi who had secretly eaten chicken under the tree with the little monk before he spoke, and after he spoke, Xuan Mingzi, who had quit anger and the moldy man, also came out of the crowd and stood side by side with Bai Zezhi.

"Teacher." After listening to Li Guanyi's reprimand, Bai Zhizhi still didn't move, but just bowed respectfully and said: "The student suspects that there is a problem with the Heavenly Constitution Spirit Contract, and he is afraid that Mr. Pavilion will lose, so he shouted to stop." ”

Well?! Li Guanyi's expression changed slightly, as Bai Xuezhi's teacher, he clearly knew what kind of person this personal disciple was. Although he is a little arrogant and expressive, his temperament is still square, and he is born with different pupils, which makes him have the ability to far surpass the top treasure masters, and he has never been eye-catching, and now that he says that there is a problem, I am afraid that it is......

Thinking of this, Li Guanyi had more doubts about Ling Quan, how could he be an unknown person with such strength, but according to what he had seen and heard, he had indeed never heard of this person. In this case, is it a disguise to disguise identity......

"Haha!" Sensing Li Guanyi's gaze, Ling Wei on the Phantom Martial Arts Platform smiled instead of anger, his eyes were full of cruelty and bloodthirsty, "That doll, do you dare to make a bet with the deity, win, "The Record" belongs to you, if you lose, your pair of eyeballs belong to me!" ”

"What!" Although he was talented, after all, Bai Xuezhi was only a teenager, and when he suddenly heard such bloody words, his original momentum weakened a little.

"Choose the ......" Xuan Mingzi supported Bai Zhizhi, who was a little in a trance, with a worried face, but he couldn't hold back the hot-tempered Jiezhi, and just wanted to open his mouth but found that his mouth was tightly sealed by a swastika, and then he looked at his senior brother looking at the stage with a solemn face, as if he hadn't done anything, but he knew that the more this was the case, the more his senior brother couldn't get rid of suspicion.

"How, doll, do you dare to bet!" After speaking, Ling Qian sat on a tiger-headed chair that was moved from the secluded place.

"I ...... I ......" Bai Zhizhi was speechless, looked around, but found that many people were already sneering, Bai Zhizhi suddenly felt like he had done something wrong, and his mind was even more chaotic.

"Ridiculous!" Li Guanyi patted Bai Zezhi's shoulder, and in an instant, a pure heart and evil Confucian true yuan poured into Bai Zezhi's body, and a strange force dissipated invisibly, Bai Zezhi only felt that he was suddenly relieved, and the whole person softened.

"Thank you, teacher......" Bai Zezhi said with a pale face, his voice extremely weak.

"Don't be so reckless in the future." Li Guanyi patted Bai Zhizhi and said softly, Xuan Mingzi and Bai Zhizhi returned to the team again.

"This time, it's my Wenyuan Pavilion who took the liberty." Saying that, Li Guanyi saluted Ling Quan, "Li apologized to Lord Ling Shan on behalf of Wenyuan Pavilion. ”

Then he also scolded the Wenyuan Pavilion teacher on the stage: "Zhang Jiaoxi, don't apologize to Lord Ling Mountain!" ”

"Li ......"

"Huh?!"

"This time it's reckless, please...... Please also ask Lord Lingshan to forgive ......" gritted his teeth, Zhang Jiaoxi closed his eyes and said heavily: "Please forgive Lord Lingshan!" ”

……

There was silence for a while, the wind howled from the top of the mountain, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the domineering madman sitting on the tiger head chair.

"It's very sincere." Ling Qi got up slowly, and a pair of tiger eyes swept over Zhang Jiaoxi, Li Guanyi, and everyone present, after patting the non-existent ash on his body. Ling Qi said: "However, the deity refuses! ”

What the! Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

This man is sick in the head!

He's planning to fight Wenyuan Pavilion to the end!

I don't know where to come out, a wild man, I kind of think that I am invincible in the world!

Li Guanyi is not bad, but this person ...... Gongsun Yue in the audience secretly said in his heart, it is not simple, originally Wenyuan Pavilion's own mistakes caused it to become a tool for Wanjiao to test Ling Quan's roots, but Li Guanyi pushed the boat with one hand, and wanted to use the scholar's matter to make Wenyuan Pavilion retreat from the cusp, but he was disrupted by this person's words, and it was really a step by step, and it was really troublesome to lose the initiative, but ...... What is this person's purpose?

"That waste, leave a name in the contract, and then, desperately defeat!" Ling Wei moved his hands and feet, and there was a burst of popping sound like fried beans all over his body.

"You!" Zhang Jiaoxi's eyes instantly turned red, and a drop of blood was sprinkled on the contract, and then the whole person rushed forward.

Li Guanyi's face changed in the audience, this is the third time he has sensed this power, the first time is when Zhang Jiaoxi came to power, the second time is in Bai Ze's heart, and the third time is now.

What kind of grudge does this person have against my Wenyuan Pavilion, Li Guanyi thought of this and secretly observed the surroundings, and sighed secretly in his heart, isolated and helpless.

After joining hands to eradicate the vertical and horizontal and suppress the hundred schools, the battle between the three sects is also extremely fierce, even if it is the first of the three sects, it is also hoped that the other two sects will die as many people as possible, and in Confucianism, with the support of the royal family, Wenyuan Pavilion has steadily suppressed the other Confucian sects since the founding of the country, and it is rare to work together to resist the other two sects, how can they help at this time...... At this time, he can only rely on himself, thinking of this, Li Guanyi has secretly mobilized the true yuan, ready to make a move at any time, but unexpectedly.

"Drink!" Controlled by a different method, Zhang Jiaoxi glared angrily, and used the strength of his body, and his hands showed a faint golden luster under the sunlight, which was obviously a sign that the golden jade hands of the Confucian exercises had a certain degree of fire.

However, when Ling Li saw the scene in front of him, the look of disdain on his face became clearer and clearer, and suddenly a strong air flow swept out from Ling Quan's body, Zhang Jiaoxi was restrained in the air flow for a while, and his red eyes gradually returned to their original state.

"I, this is!" Zhang Jiaoxi was sober for a moment, and suddenly the original offensive suddenly stagnated, and at this moment, the muffled thunder roar poured into his ears, and immediately the blood in his ears flowed out.

"Defeat!" Ling Li threw a punch, I don't know how fast it was, how fierce the punch was, I only knew that Zhang Jiaoxi's offensive was intercepted, and then flew out upside down.

Li Guanyi hurriedly jumped to take it, only to see that although it was bloody and breathless, there was still hope for salvation.

"The deity, only for martial arts, not for killing!" After speaking, Ling Quan sat back in his chair, looking down at the people under the ring, and his usual arrogant tone, "Next, who will lead the defeat!" ”