At the same time, in the woods outside the venue of the Hundred Sects.

Fang Tianming stood in the woods, waiting for the best opportunity, he had already received the news that three whiteboards would appear.

But what made Fang Tianming very worried was that Xiao Luo was also present, which made it a little difficult for him.

If Xiao Luo stood up and took the three whiteboards himself, wouldn't these three pieces be counted in his ten? If this is really the case, then Fang Tianming will have a headache.

But asking Fang Tianming to give up the three whiteboards that he had so hard to find made it difficult for Fang Tianming to do it.

"It has to be like a way to steal it out without knowing it."

Fang Tianming decided to steal the three whiteboards out in full view of everyone.

But if this is spread out, it is really not very good, the famous thief Fang Tianming, went to the hundred sects of Dabi, and stole three support seats, which is really a bit unbearable for everyone to look at, this thief stole three support seats, it is indeed a bit embarrassing.

But what can Fang Tianming do? His life is still in Xiao Luo's hands, if Xiao Luo is not satisfied, then maybe he will die.

If Xiao Luo doesn't count these three in his own, then he will lose a lot again, no matter how you think about it, he doesn't seem to make much money.

"No matter, these three must be in hand, this thing is too hard to find."

Fang Tianming was also very puzzled, he didn't understand why Xiao Luo was so obsessed with this thing, this tabula rasa had no value at all, but as long as he looked for it, he was right.

As he spoke, Fang Tianming prepared to leave......

But suddenly, Fang Tianming felt a breath, he turned his head to look at the air, and his whole body instantly became agitated, and then he hid in the woods and did not come out.

"Oh my God, why are they, how are they here?"

In mid-air, a crane slowly headed towards the venue of the Hundred Sects Competition.

Fang Tianming naturally knows this crane, it seems that this time the Hundred Sects Competition is really not peaceful.

However, in this case, Fang Tianming was much happier, because in this way, he could directly steal the three whiteboards while he was in chaos.

"I have to say, their arrival has made it easier for me."

The corners of Fang Tianming's mouth rose slightly, and he slowly followed behind the car that day.

……

At the venue of the Hundred Sects Competition, Cong Yuanming of the Pure Dao Gate was announcing the final winner of the Hundred Sects Competition.

Of course, everyone knew that this winner was 100% of the Pure Dao Gate, so when Cong Yuanming said the name of the Pure Dao Gate, not too many people burst out in admiration.

At this time, Feng Yue stepped forward quickly and came to Cong Yuanming's face, the weapon in the first place is the lower level of the heavenly rank, although it is a lower level, but it is a heavenly level, and it is a sword weapon that he is very good at.

"Lei Hanhai ......"

At this time, Xiao Luo's voice rang out.

"Fighting with Feng Yue, how big do you think the gap between you and him is?"

Lei Hanhai was stunned by Xiao Luo's words, and then lowered his head......

"I think the gap is still quite big."

Lei Hanhai didn't argue for himself, if he loses, he loses, he really can't beat Feng Yue.

"And what do you think is the difference?"

"Practical experience."

Lei Hanhai said without thinking: "I have fought too few times with people, so I should increase my actual combat experience." ”

But Xiao Luo shook his head, "Although what you said is correct, you still forgot a little." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Luo looked at the spear in Lei Hanhai's hand, "Your understanding of the way of the gun is not as deep as Feng Yue's understanding of the way of the sword, so your failure is determined in the battle." ”

Xiao Luo had actually guessed the outcome of the battle between him and Feng Yue a long time ago, because Lei Hanhai could be regarded as his own guidance, so he knew very well how many catties and taels Lei Hanhai had.

Although Feng Yue and Lei Hanhai are at about the same level, with Lei Hanhai, if you want to defeat Feng Yue, the chance is really not big.

"Thanks to Bishop Gu, I will try."

Xiao Luo nodded in satisfaction, and then stopped talking, and set his eyes on the center of the venue.

At this time, the three weapons were all standing there, and the light emitted by the heaven-level weapons instantly overshadowed the other ground-level weapons.

"The heavenly step is the heavenly step......"

Xiao Luo sighed.

But suddenly, the stronger people present felt a strangeness, they raised their heads, and found that a crane had stopped in mid-air at some point.

The color of the car that day was blood red, and it looked very weird.

"That's the Blood Mist Sect's Sky Wheel!"

A clear-eyed person recognized the sky crane at a glance, the blood-red sky crane, with some black symbols on it, and the Demon Dao Blood Mist Sect was really hammered.

Demon Dao Sect, Heavenly Demon. The sect is naturally the first-class boss, and the Rakshasa Sect and the Blood Mist Sect are the distance from the Heavenly Demon. Among the sects with the closest sect strength, the Rakshasa Sect may be stronger than the Blood Mist Sect.

The Blood Mist Sect is located on the Blood Mist Mountain, and is named because it is surrounded by blood mist from the beginning of the mountainside, and it is accompanied by a particularly bloody smell.

This situation is very similar to that of Kongyun Mountain, but the fog on Kongyun Mountain is more pure.

If the arrival of the Buddha Sect made the people present puzzled, then the arrival of the Blood Mist Sect made the people present very vigilant.

Because of the arrival of the Demon Dao Sect, there is absolutely nothing good about it.

Cong Yuanming's face was gloomy at this time, the Demon Dao had not made trouble in the Hundred Sects Competition for many years, and now that the Blood Mist Sect had arrived, it seemed that this maintenance was coming to an end.

Just look at Cong Yuanming taking a step forward, even if the sect master of the Blood Mist Sect comes, he is not afraid.

The sect master of the Blood Mist Sect is only a seventh-order peak, and now it is not the eighth order, and he has been stepping into the eighth order for a long time, will he be afraid of the seventh order?

But before Cong Yuanming could speak, a black shadow burst out from the sky crane, and before everyone could react, a black whirlwind instantly rolled up when they got the black shadow, and the vision of the people present was all blocked.

And with the disappearance of the black whirlwind, the three weapons in front of Cong Yuanming's eyes were all gone......

At this time, the Heavenly Crane of the Blood Mist Sect had already fled.

"Bastard!"

Listening to Cong Yuanming's roar, the powerful energy emitted also made the entire venue almost collapse.

"Dare to break ground on the old man's head, your Blood Mist Sect is also tired and crooked!"

As soon as the words fell, the law body of the eighth-order martial saint hung behind him, and everyone present could feel the murderous aura from Cong Yuanming's body.

This guy is really angry.

"Blood Mist Sect, steal those three weapons right under my nose, if I don't snatch them back, then where will my old face go?"

As he spoke, he saw Cong Yuanming slap out with one palm, and the huge golden handprint went straight to the heavenly car, and the speed was much faster than that of the heavenly car.

The people on the crane obviously knew the current situation, and even faster and went straight to the edge of the sky.

But Cong Yuanming's handprint is obviously much faster than the heavenly crane, and the distance between the two is gradually shrinking.

"Bai Lao."

At this time, Xiao Luo looked at the old white man beside him......

"You go as fast as you can to catch up with that crane."

"Huh?"

Bai Lao was stunned for a moment, "Gu Master, you will be embarrassed by this." ”

"Don't worry, it's over when you go."

Xiao Luo hurriedly waved his hand, "You just rush forward and you're done, while no one is chasing you out yet, let's go get something." ”

"Fishing for something?"

Bai Lao still didn't know much about it, but when he saw Xiao Luo's serious expression, he was joking, so he had to chase after him.

However, Bai Lao didn't understand, it didn't mean that Xiang Sheng didn't understand, he looked at Xiao Luo with a smile......

"Those who can steal things in front of Cong Yuanming's eyes, I'm afraid there are no more than five people in the world, one is the thief Fang Tianming, and the other is ......"

"Black Wind King Meng."

Xiao Luo and Xiang Sheng already knew who this person was at this time, the third protector of the Blood Mist Sect, Wang Meng, a fifth-order martial saint.

And the reason why Xiao Luo asked Bai Lao to catch up is very simple, Wang Meng has something in his hand, and Xiao Luo is very interested.

Wang Meng will not die at all if this move continues, and there will definitely be a move next, and at that time, what Xiao Luo is interested in will naturally fall into the hands of the Pure Dao Gate.

Xiao Luo would not let this kind of thing happen, so he let Bai Lao go first.

Three weapons, Xiao Luo doesn't care, but there is another thing, Xiao Luo must get.