This place should be a camp of the Firmament Empire here.

It is surrounded by a barrier made of crystal, and the dome above is the size of a radius of more than ten miles.

Surrounded by mountains, it seems to be covered by a pot lid, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In the very center, there is a pyramid-shaped altar.

The altar was supposed to be used to transmit signals from the other side, and each house had its own altar, and it had to be replenished when it came.

Coming with Qin Hao and the others, there was a master of the Merge Realm.

This old man had already stated that he was only responsible for the maintenance of the altar and not for Qin Hao's safety.

In other words, no matter what happens, the old man will not take care of things.

A group of people ridiculed Jiangnan Academy, and the old man didn't even look at it.

After coming over, one person went to the altar and threw Qin Hao and his party here.

Qin Hao didn't feel anything about this taunt, he had heard a lot before, and it was like a group of dogs barking.

Feng Changhong couldn't stand it, how could his dignified genius of the Feng family be ridiculed by these garbage.

He pointed to one of the most powerful young men and shouted, "What the hell are you fartting? ”

The young man had a square face and a black mole on his lips, and the shape of his face was a stunning one that was not easy to provoke.

He stared at Feng Changhong and frowned, and laughed loudly, "Shout, are you still quite tempered?" ”

For a while, more than a dozen people followed him towards Feng Changhong.

Mu Lingfeng and the disciples of the other families were a little frightened and silent, although the relationship between the nine families was good, they still couldn't make a move for Feng Changhong.

Feng Changhong stared at a group of people, frowned, and said to the young man with a mole on his mouth, "Do you want more people to bully less?" ”

The other young people laughed, "Are you kidding us?" Our senior brother Wang Zekun of Shushan ranks first among the outer disciples, where would we need to deal with you? ”

"Boy, you don't have a small tone, you just don't know how many seconds you can last!"

"Acquaintances, kneel down for our senior brother, otherwise you will be well affected by the trials in the past few days."

"Shushan?"

Feng Changhong's heart was shocked, and when he saw these big sect disciples, he was always a little panicked.

Wang Zekun said coldly at Feng Changhong, "Little white face, show your sword!" Let grandpa see how many pounds and taels you have! ”

Feng Changhong frowned, if he didn't dare to fight at this moment, then he wouldn't be in the cultivation world in the future.

With a wave of his hand, he flashed the magic weapon in his hand.

A golden stick with various strange patterns engraved on it.

Someone shouted, "Fengshen Stick, the treasure of the Feng family, I didn't expect to even bring this here." ”

"This is left by the ancestors of the Feng family."

"Shushan deceives people too much, let's see how many catties and taels this surnamed Wang has."

Shushan Wang Zekun laughed, "It turned out to be a monkey who made a stick, and he dared to argue with Lao Tzu with this magic weapon?" ”

He waved his hand and shouted, "Here comes the sword!" ”

A blue light flashed, as if a green dragon flashed from the sky and fell into Wang Zekun's hands.

The crowd squinted and said, "Qingsuo Sword? ”

"There is nothing unusual about the immortal-level magic weapons created in batches in Shushan."

"Your breath is so big, isn't it unusual for an immortal-grade magic weapon?"

Everyone stared at Wang Zekun's momentum, and felt that he was much more domineering.

On the contrary, Feng Changhong is like an angry little daughter-in-law.

It was the first time Qin Hao had seen the disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect in this world, and he said in his heart that they were indeed much more powerful than the disciples of these families.

Although the cultivation is about the same, it has to be dominant in momentum.

After all, the disciples of the sect are all a group of people who have nothing to do with each other, and they are more fair than the disciples of the family.

Family disciples, divided into lineage and collateral lineage.

For example, Mu Xuan, although his talent is extremely high, it is a pity that he is not a disciple of the lineage, and he is not reused in the family.

These descendants are all a little more squeamish.

The people around them moved out of the way and made room for Feng Changhong and Wang Zekun.

Come here for the trial, each team has its own elders.

But these elders didn't care about the disciple's behavior, as if they felt that it was normal to do so.

Feng Changhong was the first to make a move, and the wind god stick in his hand was rolled, and a violent wind smashed Wang Zekun away.

"Grandson, is that all you need?"

Wang Zekun held the Qingsuo Sword in his hand and looked at Feng Changhong with a chuckle.

After the huge Wind God Stick Phantom smashed down, he held the Qingsuo Sword and met it with a sword.

The sword aura soared into the sky, and a hundred and ten zhang long blue light went up, colliding with the phantom of the wind god stick.

There was a loud bang, and there was a huge earthquake around the two of them.

The force of the backlash was like a tsunami, and it suddenly roared in all directions.

The people around hurriedly hooked their hands to block the wind and sand.

The Turtle Heart Technique smacked his tongue and said, "This Shushan disciple has a lot of strength?" ”

Qin Hao shook his head and chuckled, "It's not that he has great strength, but that the spiritual power in his sword is strong." This Qingsuo sword is already spiritually united with him, and it is much easier than Feng Changhong's Fengshen stick. ”

Turtle Heart asked him, "Then who can win?" ”

Qin Hao said without thinking, "Wang Zekun!" ”

As he spoke, Wang Zekun's sword qi had completely enveloped Feng Changhong in it.

The two of them fought hundreds of moves with one stick and one sword.

In the end, Wang Zekun returned to the Shushan Sect with ten thousand swords, and hooked out tens of thousands of sword qi with one sword, encircling Feng Changhong inside.

These sword qi are all cultivated by spiritual power, and they are usually hidden in the sword.

All the time was issued, and the entire space suddenly trembled.

Feng Changhong actually used the family heirloom wind tornado against the enemy, and he might fight to the death to a draw with Wang Zekun.

But he had never seen such a fighting style of play, so he was so frightened that he hurried to defend, where did he dare to attack.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out the treasure of the Feng family, the Five Elements Windmill.

The windmill has five blades, each corresponding to a color.

As soon as the windmill spun, the wind element force that was torn from all sides wrapped itself in a whirlpool.

Wang Zekun's tens of thousands of sword qi continued to slash on it, popping and popping, and sparks were actually split inside.

These five elements of windmills, the power of the golden wind.

Jin Yuanli seems to be a knife qi, mixed with Feng Yuanli, like a meat grinder made by the wind.

Wang Zekun's sword qi continued to slash upward, and after being entangled with Feng Changhong for more than a dozen breaths.

He also threw out the magic weapon of Shushan, the Suiren Drill.

This thing looks like an iron nail, and after it is hit, it looks like a black swimming dragon, and it is heavily loaded against the wind element force barrier.

With a little, restraint on the side.

This flint drill slammed into the Feng Yuan Force barrier, and there was a muffled sound, mixed with tens of thousands of sword qi.

In the end, Feng Changhong Zhen flew out.

Feng Changhong held sticks in both hands, and his palms were bloody.

The huge impact shook him to the point that his bones were almost broken.

Wang Zekun accepted the magic weapon, walked over contemptuously, stepped on Feng Changhong's face, and laughed at him, "How about it, little white face, are you convinced?" ”

There was a burst of laughter all around, looking at the trialists of Jiangnan Academy, all of them were full of contempt.

(End of chapter)