A quarter of an hour later, the twenty people on the stone platform were replaced.

The elimination speed in the preliminary round is extremely fast, and the strong ones are almost three moves to win or lose.

There has been no news of a dead person yet.

Liu Qing stood next to Lan Wujiang, seeing that Lan Wujiang was bored, he brought an herbal tea to Lan Wujiang.

"Miss, drink tea to moisten your throat, there is no order for this shake, I don't know when it will be shaken." Liu Qing glanced at the noon sun and sighed slightly.

"No. 14 ...... of the Three Groups"

Lan Wujiang had just picked up the teacup when the person who shook the lot called out Lan Wujiang's name.

She pursed her lips, put down the teacup, and walked into the stone platform under the gaze of everyone.

Liu Qing's face slowly turned blue, and he glared at the person who shook the lot angrily.

Lan Wujiang held the red blood halberd in his hand, and his body exuded a cold air.

Her opponent was a young male cultivator, a fourth-order foundation building of the Fire Spirit Root.

The male cultivator's face was not good, the two knives in his hands were sharp, and the evil tiger totem was dazzling.

He's a mid-level magic weapon.

No matter how powerful Lan Wujiang is, he is just a physical cultivator with no spiritual power.

In this game, he won the game

A whistle blows, and the fourth round begins.

The eyes of everyone on the field were focused on Lan Wujiang.

"Bang."

The man's twin knives faced the red blood halberd of Shanglan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang jumped in the air and slashed down.

Her armor flashed against the sunlight, the halberd was like a rainbow, the power was endless, and her body was dazzling, but the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was memorable.

The man's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't see how Lan Wujiang made a move, and his whole body was shocked by this force.

First, the two knives were broken, and then the two arms were numb, and a gas hit from top to bottom, so that his whole person was shaken, his brain was like a bell, and his ears were ringing.

"Poof." He clutched his chest and collapsed on the stage.

The whole person is curled up into a shrimp.

Lan Wujiang walked up to him expressionlessly, and the red blood halberd blade was aimed at the man's neck.

The man shuddered and hurriedly spoke, "I admit defeat." ”

His eyes were dim, and all he remembered in his mind was a touch of cinnabar.

There were sighs on the viewing platform.

"One move! She knocked down my senior brother with one move, and my senior brother is a fourth-order foundation building!"

"Is that a trick? Lan Wujiang just defended when the opponent attacked, but the opposite side couldn't even catch her halberd. ”

"Why is she so strong, those knives are made of dark iron! Now it is broken into four sections. ”

"Lan Wujiang's weapon is so powerful......

The field suddenly began to talk, the corners of the shaker's mouth twitched, and he cheekily read another group, and in this group, there was still Lan Wujiang's name.

"Boom."

I saw a big man walking in front of Lan Wujiang.

A pair of iron sledgehammers is a hundred pounds, he is muscular, and his face is fierce.

"I'm a member of the Lan family, and I'm a cultivator like you." The strong man glanced at Lan Wujiang, who was only half his size, and pursed his lips.

Lan Wujiang smiled faintly and replied with a half-salute, "The Lan family is a descendant, Lan Wujiang." ”

Another whistle.

The big man didn't wait for Lan Wujiang to react, and suddenly picked up the hammer and flew towards Lan Wujiang.

Everyone on the field was lamenting that the big man was insidious and cunning, and Lan Wujiang would not be able to escape this catastrophe, but suddenly found that the big man pounced.

Lan Wujiang stood behind the big man with a halberd, and the silver halberd was on the big man's neck.

The big man's face changed, his nose was panting, and suddenly his sledgehammer flew backwards.

Lan Wujiang dodged the halberd, and the muscles on the big man's body burst out, and the power of the seventh order of the quenching soul was mixed into a palm to attack Lan Wujiang.

Halfway through, the palms converged into fists, and the power was sharp and fluffy.

It seems to be able to break mountains and rivers, and shake the ground.

"Little lady, offended!"

He smiled darkly, and the punch was aimed at Lan Wujiang's face.

"Click."

The expected screams did not occur.

I saw Lan Wujiang's palm wrapping the first half of the strong man's fist.

The seemingly slender jade fingers are crushing the strong man's hand bones little by little at this moment.

The seventh-order of quenching souls versus the eighth-order of quenching souls, the difference in strength of physical cultivation is even more amazing than that of spiritual cultivation.

It's not so much a hierarchy as a ladder.

"That's the Eighth Order of Soul Quenching!"

Someone on the field exclaimed.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes, and the man immediately closed his mouth again, not daring to speak.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is a stone that stirs up a thousand waves.

The big man was about to lose his breath in pain, and his other punch also hit Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang explained with one hand, grabbed the strong man's arm, and shook the other party with one hand.

Her face did not change, and she was as cold as frost.

With a bang, the strong man was thrown directly out of the stone platform.

The rest of the people were still fighting hotly, but Lan Wujiang ended early.

The person who shook the lot sighed slightly, took out Lan Wujiang's sign in advance, and shook the other nineteen people.

Wait until the last person in this game is finished, open your mouth and say the number, "Three groups of fourteen ......"

The faces of the people who were read the number darkened.

The eyes of the people on the field were very sympathetic.

It's not that he sympathizes with Lan Wujiang who wants to fight three games in a row, but sympathizes with Lan Wujiang's opponent.

"What are you doing with such a demon in the preliminary round? Directly let her enter the finals, isn't it a one-sided torture in the preliminary round? Whoever touches it dies. ”

There are short-tempered but not high-level spiritual cultivators who have spoken one after another.

The people around sighed in their hearts, some agreed, and some cried with a sad face.

Those whose cultivation was much higher than Qi cultivation also had a dignified face.

I silently begged in my heart not to go against the Lan family.

After all, Lan Wujiang, Lan Kochen, Lan Ling, Lan Xuanchen, no matter which one they encounter, they all have no way to live.

Although the other three did not appear, they will always be an indelible shadow in the hearts of those disciples who have participated in the clan competition for several years.

The Big Three became the Big Four.

No one can laugh.

"Bang."

On the stone platform, Lan Wujiang was fatal with another blow, and the female cultivator who couldn't get up after being punched with a punch admitted defeat with tears in her eyes.

Four, five...... Nineteen, twenty.

Lan Wujiang appeared on the stage twenty times in a row, making the monks on the viewing platform almost doubt their lives.

"What's going on? It's almost twenty-one soon, and the little junior sister won't be drawn again. ”

"Oh my God, if she's still around twenty-one, I don't want to be a rival to her."

There are disciples of the Orchid Yuan Body Seminary who talk about Lan Wujiang.

On weekdays, I look at this little sister very easy to get along with, who knew that her fists were so hard.

Even if you let the senior brother come, you may not be able to catch Lan Wujiang's three moves.

The first twenty games of this Lan Wujiang are simply in the Lan family.

Or rather, to show everyone a hundred ways that a monk can lose to her. Love me

Xu Mochou looked at Lan Wujiang's twenty games that had been compared, and his whole face turned red.

Lan Wujiang didn't suffer any injuries, and the first twenty people were like waste, just warming up Lan Wujiang.

"No. 14 in Group 3, No. 66 in Group 9......"

The monks on the viewing platform changed their faces when they heard the three words, and some people complained, "Can you change Lan Wujiang, everyone in the third group of fourteen is tired of listening!"

The person who shook the lot choked, and the whole person turned around, ignoring the voices of the monks.

"Miss, is you the number 66 of the ninth group......" Xu Mochou's maid Ling Yan shuddered for a moment and handed the signing paper to Xu Mochou.

Xu Mochou suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

It won't be for Lan Wujiang to be in a group with her.

But she obviously stuffed money into the lottery person, how could such a situation occur? Could it be a coincidence?!

"Miss, your magic weapon." Ling Yan handed a purple silk yarn to Xu Mochou.

As soon as the purple silk yarn smelled Xu Mochou's breath, it suddenly turned into a slender ribbon and wrapped around Xu Mochou's wrist.

This silk is a wisdom opening weapon, and there is also a soul in the body, which Xu Mochou's father bought back from the auction house for a lot of money.

When you use it, you can transform it at will, and when you don't use it, you can put it on your body at any time like a shawl, which is very beautiful.

"No. 66 of the ninth group, please enter the ...... as soon as possible"

Xu Mochou gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards the stone platform.

She loves to be beautiful, and she also wears a big-sleeved shirt today.

Among the female cultivators, she is the only one who looks like a heavenly immortal.

But for Shanglan Wujiang's evil god, Xu Mochou couldn't squeeze out a decent smile.

The whistle sounded, and Xu Mochou's spiritual power shield burst out with a bang.

The whole person breathed a sigh of relief after being protected by the true qi, and the purple silk in his sleeve flew towards Lan Wujiang.

It seems to be soft, but in fact it is steel, and the silk edge is like the tip of a knife, and the skin is open to the touch.

Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd slashed, and the purple silk was repulsed, but it failed to leave a scratch on the purple silk.

"Master, there are also machine spirits in there."

Red blood sent a message to Lan Wujiang in his brain.

Zi Silk also felt the power of red blood, and told Xu Mochou the same thing.

Xu Mochou sneered, and the purple silk was like the tail of the nine-tailed fox demon, and nine slightly thinner purple silks flew out of her wrists.

Lan Wujiang stepped into the air, a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his lips, and stood in the air with red blood in one hand, and the other straight hand on the top of Xu Mochou's head.

She raised her thin lips and spit out three words without emotion, "Qiankun - broken." ”

"Boom."

The white jade Dao seal was freed from Lan Wujiang's palm, and the surrounding wind and clouds rose.

The faces of the crowd changed in shock.

"Lan Wujiang doesn't have a dantian, how can he use the Dao seal?"

"Oh my God, she owns two Dao seals, and she also contracts her to be the master."

"It should be to use the Dao Seal with the power of quenching the soul, isn't it true that the Immortal Cultivators also use the Dao Seal before?!"

Xu Mochou's purple silk may be able to entangle Shanglan's boundless red blood halberd for a while.

But Lan Wujiang didn't even want to entangle with her.

Today's clan comparison, where is the day when Lan Wujiang will lose face?

Obviously, it is for Lan Wujiang to make a name for himself today.

Isn't the golden dragon a thing in the pool, a dragon that changes when it encounters wind and clouds!

The word Qiankun was knocked out of her white jade.

The entire stone barrier on the stone platform was crushed to ashes.

The power of the sixth order of Jin Dan scurried in her body, and Lan Wujiang used his evil qi to contain the aura of spiritual power leakage, and his face turned pale.

But the whiter her face, the redder the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

Armor, young general, she just stood in mid-air, without saying a word, which made people have the desire to surrender.

The nineteen people in the audience didn't care about fighting at the moment, and they all used their spiritual power to fight against Yu Wei that Lan Wujiang had unintentionally leaked.

The words stayed on Xu Mochou's head an inch.

She fell to the ground, and when she was too close to Dao Yin, she couldn't even stand up.

"You, can you throw in the towel?" Lan Wujiang's phoenix eyes narrowed coldly, and his thin lips spit out a few words.

Vaguely makes people feel a bit of imperial majesty.

"Miss Xu, admit defeat! We won't survive under her seal!"

"yes, don't hurt everyone!"

A strong wind blew on the viewing platform, everyone's hair buns were blown up, and their emotions became more and more high.

"This Xu Mochou had a holiday with Lan Wujiang before, and he once let his followers and Lan Wujiang go to the stage of life and death!"

"Wouldn't that be Lan Wujiang's life?!"

"No wonder Lan Wujiang just had two casual moves with others before, and he sent people away, and when he met her, he even started to get serious."

As soon as the monk's words came out, the viewing platform suddenly fell silent for a long time.

Yes, Lan Wujiang has not played his strength in the first twenty games.

This made the whole audience chaotic, and it was just a little move at the tip of her iceberg.

What is Nalan Wujiang's real strength?

Is the Eighth Order of Soul Quenching that she manifested really the Eighth Order of Soul Quenching?

What if she has any other hole cards?

Everyone shuddered at the thought of this.

Xu Mochou spat out a mouthful of blood, his fingers curled into fists, and his voice was hoarse, "I admit defeat." ”

"Bang."

There was a loud bang.

I saw that the two Dao seals hit Xu Mochou's side.

Her whole person was shocked by Yu Wei, and she flipped on the ground, and there was no image at all.

The word Qiankun is three points into the stone, leaving a deep ravine.

Ranhe sat at the top and watched everything happen, the corners of his lips curled, "She has a good ability to hunt for treasures." ”

Chuan Yan looked at Lan Wujiang with a sigh and served Lan He a piece of ice mung bean soup, "Yes, it is an unavoidable opportunity for ordinary people to get a Dao seal, but Miss Wujiang got two ......"

"If Miss Wujiang can enter the four major immortal cultivation sects and step into the immortal sect, she must come back in the future, and she will definitely be a great force in this Southern Monday."

Ranhe took a sip of mung bean soup, and the corners of his eyes drooped, "What are you doing when you come back?" Do you come back and compete for a place with Ling'er? If she can really step into the immortal road, just stay on it, I knock her The relationship with Ling'er is not bad, if the Lan family is in trouble in the future, the immortals are on top, how can the future Southern Zhou Emperor not give her a share of face. ”

Chuan Yan nodded in agreement and agreed, "There are only twenty-seven people in the Chaos Continent who have entered the Immortal Realm so far. ”

Lan He glanced at Lan Ling thoughtfully, and returned the soup bowl to Chuan Yan, "Ling'er's talent is indeed boundless. ”

As if remembering something, Chuan Wan muttered as she put the soup bowl back on the tray, "Miss Qing back then, at the age of seventeen, she was the eighth order out of her body, but it's a pity." ”

After all, after so many years, there is no character like Lan Qing in this Southern Zhou.

Only her daughter has one or two points of Lan Qing's demeanor back then, and Lan has boundless dantian......

Thinking of this, Chuan Yan was inexplicably choked.

Ranhe stopped talking.

On the stone platform, Xu Mochou got up from the ground for a long time.

She looked at Lan Wujiang with an expressionless face with resentment, and quickly pinched into the flesh in her hand.

The stone barrier was destroyed, and it was thought that the game would be terminated.

But the stone platform shook again, and a stone barrier appeared again in the cracks.

Those who participated in the clan competition for the first time felt novel, but those who participated several times silently waited for the shouts of the lottery shakers.

How could the Lan family be ruined because of such a trivial matter?

Seventeen years ago, there was a woman named Lan Qing, who also crushed all the stone barriers with one blow.

Since then, the Lan family has prepared multi-layered stone barriers on the stone platform.

It's just that people have forgotten that name nowadays......

The hero sinks into the old dream, and the past is full of events, but he can't beat time like water, and autumn comes late.