For unknown reasons, Sogou suddenly couldn't search for this site today, please keep in mind the domain name of this site (Shuhai Pavilion full spelling) to find your way home!

And at this time, the wind and sand are about to reach the sky, if you wait until the two are encircled, Yan Sheng is afraid that he will really die in the Gobi Desert.

Yansheng is now completely immersed in the battle of that year, and it was a chance to survive with his life!

With the Gobi monsters besieging below, and the coming winds and sandstorms above, the Dark City must escape before the two form a siege.

At the last moment, Yan Sheng remembered a secret technique that Shenyin had passed on to him at the beginning, that is, in order to save his life in an extremely dangerous situation, burning cultivation to stimulate his potential, so as to improve his combat power.

At that moment, Yan Sheng had no choice, and through secret techniques, he increased his combat power by more than ten times in an instant, and when the wind and sand swept over his head, he killed nearly twenty monsters before breaking out of the encirclement and stumbling back to the cold gate.

At that time, it was less than three days before the day of Yansheng's departure, but according to the records of the secret arts, Yansheng's cultivation would regress to the level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

And because he was seriously injured by the monster attack, his internal organs and dantian were seriously damaged, and he had to heal his injuries within three days, otherwise the disciples would see the flaws, and there would be huge waves in the ancient clan.

"The Gatekeeper—"

The Seventh Elder and the Eighth Elder, as well as several descendant disciples, couldn't help but burst into tears, it turned out that the sect master had suffered so much, they didn't even know about it.

Fortunately, on the day of leaving the customs, the physical trauma of Yansheng could no longer be seen, but because of the influence of the secret arts, the cultivation was gradually regressing, and on the day of leaving the customs, it was able to stay in the infant stage.

Although the disciples didn't see any clues, the scheming Great Elder had noticed it, and had already guessed that something had happened to Yan Sheng, and then the idea of usurping the position of the sect master arose.

"As the head of the door, I do have the intention to give in, but the object is definitely not the Great Elder and others."

Speaking of this, Yan Sheng's eyes froze, as if two divine lights shot out, and he said in an accentuated tone: "In that case, it will only bring destruction to the Hanmen and bring annihilation to the disciples of the Hanmen!" ”

"Sect Master, Seventh Elder, Eighth Elder, Great Elder is invited!"

A disciple came to Yansheng and the others to perform martial arts.

There was a row of people standing on the martial arts arena, led by the Great Elder.

The Great Elder was wearing a dark red robe today, with a hint of joy on his face, as if he was holding a victory today, while the Fifth Elder and the others had gloomy faces and fierce eyes, as if they wanted to choose someone to devour.

The entire Hanmen has been completely divided into two factions, opposing each other.

Yan Sheng took Jialan and the others away slowly, standing opposite the Great Elder, and he spoke: "Since the personnel on both sides have arrived, why don't we start our decisive battle now?" ”

The Great Elder said: "Okay, there is no need to talk nonsense, whoever wins two of the three competitions will own the position of the master of the door." However, it is better to clarify the order of the matches, and I propose that each side take turns to play one person first in each game to show fairness. ”

Yan Sheng naturally has no objection to this proposal.

"In the first competition, our side will be played by the Nine Elders." With a wave of the Great Elder's hand, the Ninth Elder, dressed in a white shirt, jumped into the empty space in front of the lobby, holding a flying sword with a cold light in his hand.

"Please teach the Nine Elders!" Jialan walked to the middle of the field unhurriedly, the girl was dressed in a cold costume, her body was slender, and the flying sword was not summoned.

The Ninth Elder glanced at Jia Lan contemptuously, but he didn't have the slightest scruples, he laughed darkly, and with a finger of the flying sword, even the human sword flew up instantly, rolling straight like a sharp white practice.

The flying sword of the Nine Elders was like a dragon going out to sea, swimming around Jialan, and the powerful True Yuan Force formed a trace of sword qi, which could cut Jialan's body to pieces at any time.