"It's noon! The eight branches of the heavenly stem are positive! Xuan!"

Suddenly, a gong sounded, with a huge spiritual power from the stone platform exploded, a shocking sound, everyone looked back, only to see an immortal wind bones of the old man beating gongs and drums, sleeve robe flying, Tai Chi gossip under the feet of the Xuan array soared.

When the wind blows, the formation envelops and closes the entire stone platform, and the scriptures on the blue barrier surge, and the power is mysterious.

"The game begins, please come to the stage with a group of 1 and a group of 9!" The old man's wrinkled face was smiling, his toes were on tiptoe, and he lifted up in the air with gongs and drums and exited the stone platform.

Lan Xiaowu opened the signature paper in his palm, looked at the group of No. 9 on it, and calmly walked towards the stone platform.

Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, and he stood under the stage with his back hand, staring at the male cultivator who was on stage at the same time as Lan Xiaowu.

On the fifteenth, Lan Xiaowu had already completed his promise to Lan He, and he had risen two levels in a row, although the fifth order of qi cultivation was not brilliant, it was the midstream level.

She was lucky, and the spirit balloon in her hand was spinning.

The male cultivator on the opposite side took a step, the muscles on his body tensed, and a spirit balloon twice as small as Lan's size appeared in the palm of his hand.

It seems to be a must-lose.

Lan Wenjiu stood under the stage and the corners of his lips rose, and most of the Lan family children were also waiting to see Lan Xiaowu's jokes.

"Yo, this waste participated in the small competition this year?"

"Don't take a bite and a waste, people have been successful in cultivating in Orchid Garden."

"How is it to be successful in cultivation? The fifth-order Qi cultivation is not for people in the small competition?"

The ridicule was everywhere, Lan Xiaowu's eyes were red, and the male cultivator on the opposite side shot ahead of her, and the sound of spiritual energy friction suddenly exploded.

Boom –

Both of them are vicious and leave no room for anything.

The male cultivator squinted, the winner had not been determined within dozens of moves, his heart was impatient, the output of spiritual power became more and more fierce, and in the gap, a black shadow flashed above his head, only to see Lan Xiaowu flying up and hitting him directly Tianling Gai, he dodged sideways, swept Lan Xiaowu with one leg, and then twisted her arm and smashed the person out.

Lan Xiaowu rolled around on the stone platform a few times, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The atmosphere between the two became more and more tense.

Lan Xiaowu's throat tightened, and he gasped for air in his nose.

The male cultivator attacked violently, and waves of spirit balloons almost blew Lan Xiaowu out of the stone platform, but Lan Xiaowu was indomitable and fought to the death with the male cultivator.

After hundreds of moves, Lan Xiaowu stubbornly relied on time to drain the aura of the two of them.

Without spiritual power, they could only compete, and the two stood on both sides of the stone platform and bowed their bodies, with countless wounds on their bodies and blood spots scattered all over the ground.

The male cultivator twisted his neck, smiled wantonly, and even had murderous intent in his eyes.

Having been entangled with this waste for so long today really dirty his hands.

If you don't get rid of it, how will you lose face in the future?

He suddenly flashed, grabbed Lan Xiaowu's neck, and threw the person out, Lan Xiaowu's legs kicked up, hitting the male cultivator's heart, and she bit the male cultivator's finger fiercely.

The screams echoed on the stone platform, and the elders on the field looked serious, only one person's beard moved slightly.

The two fought on the stone platform without any image, and the children of the Lan family seemed to acquiesce to the tragic situation in front of them, and there was only indifference and fighting spirit in their eyes.

Yes, in the bloody.

Humanity is left behind, fighting like a beast for its own honor.

The low roars were mixed, and there was a crowd of coaxing, Lan Wujiang's fingers were clenched, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out.

There was another scream, the male cultivator fell to the ground and failed to get up, Lan Xiaowu knelt on the ground with her mouth full of blood, she supported the ground with both hands, and looked at the elders on the stage.

The elder raised his eyes, met Shanglan Xiaowu's gaze, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "A group of nines, win." ”

There is no name, just a cold codename.

Lan Xiaowu's face was mixed with tears and sweat, and she laughed stupidly, her eyes crazy.

She won.