Stepping into the Tower of Babel in Vientiane, a feeling of whirling heaven and earth came to him, and the darkness in front of him gradually receded, and he re-cleaned his vision and slowly looked around.

A large bluestone paved hall is almost the size of two or three football fields, and in front of the hall is a bluestone statue with eight arms and angry eyes in the most conspicuous position.

In the huge stone room, in addition to Bai Mei, there are more than a dozen other monks, but none of Bai Mei has heard of or is familiar with, and they are all monks who have passed the preliminary competition.

The eight-armed stone statue, which was five stories tall, held eight scrolls of different colors, each of which seemed to be different, but the total number was only eight.

Thundered!

The floor of the stone chamber began to move, and a slender stone tablet slowly rose.

Half an hour is limited, and the one who holds the scroll when the time is up wins!

The stone tablet engraved with dark golden handwriting shone brightly in everyone's eyes, and the stone room of nearly twenty people, eight scrolls, means that there are only eight people.

Bang!

The monks who can come here are the elite talents of one in a million, and almost in the blink of an eye, they swept the handwriting on the stone tablet, and more than a dozen bursting figures have already galloped towards the eight-armed stone statue!

In an instant, almost everyone rushed out, except for Bai Mei, there was a teenager wearing a blue-gray cloth shirt, black boots, and a straw rope tied up his hair haphazardly.

"You're not going to rob it?"

Looking down at the young man who was not tall and only about one meter six, Bai Mei asked curiously.

Raising his eyebrows and glancing at the white eyebrows, the young man's cold eyes suddenly flashed a trace of solemnity, and he said: "It's easy to grab, only the person who holds the scroll after half an hour will win, and now it's just a waste of physical strength to rob." ”

"Your brain is very flexible. What's your name?"

Gently smiling at the young man, Bai Mei felt a very familiar sword sense from the young man's body, and the young man's cultivation was also the pinnacle of foundation building, but it revealed a taste of emptiness.

Taking two steps back, the young man looked at Bai Mei vigilantly: "I don't seem to know you." ”

"Little one, you're quite vigilant. With a chuckle, Bai Mei reached out to rub the young man's head. Looking at Bai Mei's hand, the young man subconsciously wanted to dodge, but no matter where the young man's body poured, it seemed that he would crash into Bai Mei's hand.

The irresistible feeling that he had never felt before, so that the young man could only watch Bai Mei's hand fall on his head.

The hair of the teenager is very good, fluffy and silky. Rubbing his eyebrows twice, he withdrew his hand: "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

Looking at the gentle white eyebrows, the young man squinted slightly and then said, "My name is Ye Long." ”

"Sect disciple, or family disciple?" Bai Mei then asked.

"Xuanzhou Fengxi Ye family. ”

Ye Long replied.

"Xuanzhou, ah......" pursed his lips and muttered for a moment, and said with white eyebrows: "I know." ”

After muttering a sentence in a low voice, Bai Mei stopped making a sound, and just stood quietly in place and watched the people who snatched the scroll fight in the dark, and the means came out.

Seeing that Bai Mei was no longer silent, Ye Long didn't dare to talk, and silently walked away from Bai Mei, Ye Long looked at the young Taoist beside him who was dressed in a dark Taoist robe, his face was indifferent and plain, but he single-handedly made himself powerless to resist, and his heart was full of curiosity.

Soon the battle for the scroll began to come to an end, except for some monks who were not strong enough and were beaten at the beginning, in the end, there were still twelve monks who were still frantically snatching the scrolls from each other.

However, among these people, there were also spirits, and they soon found that they were still standing in place, waiting for Bai Mei and Ye Long, who were both defeated.

Bang!

A yellow-robed monk who had been hit in the chest by a ring of fire and flew out of the plane got up from the ground. looked at Bai Mei and Ye Long, who were standing quietly in place, with a look of disregard for themselves, and clearly wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, with fire in their eyes, they scolded in a low voice and walked towards Bai Mei and Ye Long here.

Seeing a monk walking towards him angrily, Ye Long, a young man with his hands on his chest, narrowed his eyes, and the index finger of his left hand suddenly raised.

"Golden Arrow Thorn!" shouted angrily, the yellow-robed monk clasped his hands together, and more than ten golden giant arrows with the thickness of the bowl mouth suddenly appeared behind him.

Laugh at!

The sound of the tip of the arrow breaking through the air with a dazzling golden light turned into more than ten golden pythons winding and winding, roaring towards Bai Mei and Ye Long!

Phew!

The monstrous momentum of the explosion scattered Ye Long's long hair, and the waist-length long hair flew with the wind, like a powerful wind of eighteenth level hurricane, and after the more than ten golden arrows of the yellow-robed monk were lifted away, they smashed on the yellow-robed monk's body.

In the blink of an eye, the raging and sharp wind cut a small hole in the yellow-robed monk's body, as if it were torture.

The wind gradually died out, and the yellow-robed monk slammed to the ground, and thousands of small mouths gushed out blood from all over his body, and in a matter of seconds, the large area of ground under the yellow-robed monk was dyed rainbow-colored.

Wind Tunnel Sword Technique...... No wonder it's so familiar!

Seeing Ye Long's sword technique, Bai Mei suddenly understood where the faint familiarity came from. Before Bai Mei was still in the Qi cultivation period and had not reached the realm of the tenth layer of Qi training.

Among the many true intent swordsmanship, the most commonly used is the Xu Ling swordsmanship that contains the artistic conception of the wind! This swordsmanship accompanied Bai Mei until Bai Mei advanced to the tenth level of Qi training, and the enemies he faced began to turn to Zhuji True Cultivation, and then gradually retreated to the rear.

The wind path sword technique used by Ye Long is like an upgraded and strengthened version of Xu Ling's sword technique from a certain angle, so Bai Mei will feel a faint sense of familiarity when he feels the sword feeling on Ye Long's body.

The movement of the yellow-robed monk being killed by Ye Long in one move was very loud, which made those who were snatching the scroll also notice.

For a while, these people who were snatching the scroll were embarrassed to find that at this moment they suddenly fell into a dilemma that they couldn't get rid of, that is, if they gave up fighting now, the people who didn't get the scroll would definitely not do it. But if they continue to fight, Baimei and they will soon have time, and if they come to grab it again, they will definitely fall into disadvantage after fighting for so long.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's get rid of the two people who take advantage of the fisherman's profits, and then let's divide them into two to see who is qualified to own the scroll. Holding a dark purple scroll, a middle-aged man with gray sideburns and a long beard that reached his chest proposed.

"Yes. Yes"

The middle-aged man's proposal was agreed to by everyone at once, after all, no one wanted them to fight desperately for a half-day scroll, and in the end they were cheaper than two people watching the play.

Looking at those who were originally in full swing to snatch the scroll, they stopped their movements for a moment, and all of them looked at this side with bad intentions, and said to Ye Long with a smile: "The two of us seem to have become public enemies all of a sudden." ”

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