The guard station lasted for almost an hour, except for the identity of the three champions who were sorrowful, Xiaoxiang falling rain and slipping out of the corners of their eyes, no one could shake the identity of the champions, and the rest of the ring's champions had undergone some changes. In www.biquge.info the end, when the ten champions were completely determined, it had been nine days.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the players in the audience were silent, and no one came to the stage to challenge again, and after a slight nod of the master of a lamp, Yiyin Zen Master got up and stepped forward, came to the edge of the upper step, and said loudly: "Since there is no one to challenge, the poor monk announced that the top ten disciples in this selection are Lichou, Xiaoxiang falling rain, slipping from the corners of his eyes... ”

As soon as the voice fell, several players in the ring, under the envious and helpless eyes of the players in the audience, couldn't help but raise their arms and shouted, and finally succeeded, then next, it depends on who the master of the lamp wants to accept as an apprentice!

Although it is a pity, the ten people on the stage are indeed the strongest in the entire Tianlong Temple, and after layers of selection, the players of the Tianlong Temple are still convinced to have this opportunity.

I don't know who started first, and the players in the audience also generously applauded and celebrated the champion on the stage.

The applause gradually fell, and after the initial excitement and excitement, everyone's eyes were on Master Yideng, looking forward to his final choice.

"The performance of the ten of you, the poor monk and the senior brother of Yideng all see it in their eyes..." Feeling countless eager eyes, Zen Master Yiye smiled slightly and said, "It's just..."

After a pause, after everyone turned their attention to themselves, Zen Master Yiye continued: "If you want to worship Senior Brother Yideng as a teacher, you still have to pass the last level!" ”

"The last level, does it mean that between the ten people in the ring, there will be a winner again!" Listening to the words of Zen Master Yiye, a guess rose in everyone's hearts, indeed, although the ten champions can be said to be the top existence among the players of Tianlong Temple, but after all, the ten people have not officially fought each other in the selection, and now it is reasonable to divide a superior.

Thinking of this, the champions in the ring couldn't help but look at the sorrow in the ring at the head of the left, their eyes were complicated, and they were competing for the first place with him, and there was not much hope!

Seeing the disciples below, Master Yideng sighed lightly, stood up, and said in the midst of all the attention: "Little friend Kongming, please!" ”

In a word, everyone's eyes shifted to the boy in the corner.

What are you doing with this guy coming out at this time! Many people are puzzled in their hearts, they don't understand the meaning of the master of the lamp to let the boy appear at the end, is it a competition with this guy, just kidding!

Hearing the summons of Master Yideng, the young man turned his head and said to Monk Tianyuan: "I'm on, senior brother!" ”

"Amitabha, go!" With his hands folded, Monk Tianyuan looked at the young man whose momentum had changed a little, and said softly.

The warmth of the sun sprinkled on the steps in front of the main hall, flowing wantonly, the young man sat in a dark gray single coat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after saluting the master of a lamp respectfully, he stepped on the sunlight and walked down the steps slowly.

The breeze blew, lifted the young man's clothes, blew the long hair like ink, and was silent all around, everyone looked at the young man, only to see him step by step down the steps, every step he took, the momentum on his body was even better, when he walked to the square, the young man's whole person was like a spear standing up to the sky, towering in front of everyone.

Feeling the momentum on the young man's body, everyone subconsciously swallowed their saliva, what the hell, do you really want to fight this pervert!

I don't know when, Li Chou put away his cynical and idle expression, and replaced it with a solemn, or expectant, long stick stood at his side, holding the hand of the long stick, the green tendons burst out, and the fiery red battle intent in his eyes was like fire.

And the corners of his eyes slipped and he clenched his fists tightly, and there was a trace of war intent in his eyes, just like Lichou, it seemed that he was also looking forward to fighting with the young man opposite.

"The conditions for the poor monk to accept apprentices are very simple, as long as one of you can defeat Kong Ming in the next competition, you can become a disciple of the poor monk!" Looking at the young man who was as tall as a gun, in the burst of inhalation, a trace of indescribable pity flashed in the eyes of the master of a lamp, and he said softly: "Of course, if none of you can defeat him, this is also normal, at that time, I will pick out four people and accept them as registered disciples!" ”

Entering the room disciple and registered disciple, I know the difference between the two with my ass, I originally thought that I would be called a registered disciple at most, but I didn't expect there to be such a surprise!

After hearing the conditions for the acceptance of apprentices by the master of a lamp, the ten people who were originally taken by the momentum of the teenager were all surging with a sense of war in their hearts at this time, they are also teenagers, we are still equivalent to players who cross the system in front of them, are they not as good as you!

"Don't worry..." Feeling the fighting spirit of everyone, Master Yilan felt that it was not enough, so he continued: "Although it is true that Kong Ming's cultivation is indeed higher than yours, there is one thing, in fact, he has been practicing martial arts for as long as you, so even if it is high, it is not high, you are not without hope of victory!" ”

After saying a word, really, the momentum of the players on the stage is even better, although the words of the master of a lamp do not mean that the young man on the opposite side is a player, but for the same time as practicing martial arts, will I still be afraid of you!

In a word, let Dusk's original accumulated momentum can't help but pause, turn his head and look at the smiling Yideng Master with a little resentment, and then look at the ten teenagers and girls in the ring who are filled with infinite fighting spirit, Dusk can't help but smile bitterly and shake his head, your sister, it's not easy to pretend to be a force, Yilan Master, you are increasing the difficulty of the game for me!

Although it was helpless, Dusk also understood that no matter how high the fighting spirit of other people was, they would not cause any trouble to themselves, but it was difficult to say that the one who was called Lichou. However, looking at his appearance, he was not frightened by himself in the first place, and the one-lamp master stab did not stimulate this group of players, and it didn't seem to have any effect on the result!

His gaze swept over the ten people who were waiting in the formation, and Dusk asked softly, "Master Yilan, can you start!" ”

Since you have such a strong fighting spirit, let this protagonist completely extinguish your fiery fighting spirit!

"Let's get started..."

Before the words of the master of the lamp fell, the young man's eyes were clear, he jumped up, and his figure turned, and the person had already appeared in the ring.

Looking at the boy who suddenly appeared, Sweeping Qianjun seemed to feel the mentality of the opponent when he first started fighting, your sister, the first to find me to dry hair, am I the weakest of all in your eyes!

couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and swept away Qianjun subconsciously clutched the spear in his hand.

The boy stepped into the ring, and after Master Yideng and Master Yiyin smiled at each other, he returned to his place and sat down, looking at the ten people in the ring, Master Yideng said in his heart, I hope you can give me a surprise!

"Come on, junior brother!" His eyes turned slightly, and the monk Tianyuan murmured in his heart.

The sun was shining, and with a wave of the young man's arm, a spear had slowly condensed in his hand...