"Ape Kong, back then, my father and you were like brothers, when you were cultivating chaos, he took the trouble to solve your doubts, when you were persecuted by the same sect, he risked the danger of being implicated to solve problems for you, treat you like your own brother, can you have the position of the Holy Lord today without your father?"

Ape Kong lowered his head slightly, his withered face was engraved with pain and desolation, and said slowly:

"The kindness of the first king to Sarukong, Sarukong will never dare to forget it, only hatred can not be repaid, but Sarukong only shoulders one responsibility in this life, responsible for the safety of the empire and the emperor."

Xiang Sixue smiled coldly again and looked at Qiu Zhengyun:

"Right Holy Envoy, if I didn't make a timely move, I guess you would have become another soul in Manluosha's magic weapon!"

Qiu Zhengyun's face was flushed with irritation, and he buried his head in shame, and Xiang Sixue finally looked at Xiang Sitai's face full of disdain and contempt:

"Xiangstai, you keep saying that I have the intention of rebellion, you are the real wolf ambition, don't you know about the despicable and dirty things you have done! I don't care about you, and I don't care about you, you know best how the crown prince died young. ”

Xiang Sitai's whole body trembled and pointed at Xiang Sixue:

"You, you, you, blood spews people, you will pour disaster on me when your heart is exposed, you are too vicious."

"Hahaha, are you scared! I'm not afraid, do you think I'm at your mercy! Let's see if you can kill me! In the midst of the long laugh, the murderous aura in his eyes burst out.

Ape Kong, Chu Tianya, and Huo Lingyun felt the fierce aura that was coming, and they were shocked to use the exercises, and at this moment, Xiang Sibo, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again, still so slow and heavy:

"Hot, you know best what you have done, you and I have the same blood, and I naturally know how much energy you have."

Xiang Sixue laughed coldly:

"Isn't it what you want to see if I die like this!"

"The stars are the true hope of your 'fiery' vein, and they are also the true hope of my Dragonser Empire! You can go with confidence, I will treat him like a parent. ”

After Xiang Si Bo finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the dragon chair and walked slowly towards the side door, the tall figure looked so weak at the moment, Xiang Si Xue heard the desolation and sadness written on his face again, and closed his eyes wordlessly, just at the moment when Xiang Si Bo was about to disappear in the main hall, Xiang Si Xue opened his eyes and said:

"I want to hear for myself that the stars have won the tournament."

Xiang Sibo slowly turned around, "Grant your last wish", then turned around and walked out of the main hall without looking back.

"Hahaha, Xingchen, I hope that my father's death can be exchanged for your true strength, and end my fate of being 'hot'." With laughter, he strode out of the hall with his head held high, and a hundred dark monks crowded on either side of him.

The "Holy Heaven and Fire Mountain" is the extremely holy mountain admired by all beings of the Dragonser Empire, towering in the west corner of the "City of Fire", rising from the ground and isolated on the huge city, majestic and eye-catching, the golden and brilliant huge fire altar at the top of the mountain is placed on it, the fire altar is burning in the inextinguishable holy fire, the light of the holy fire is shrouded in the sky above the whole city, and the power of the holy fire is to protect the city from falling in the continuous flames.

The main altar of the 'Black Fire Courtyard' is on the top of this holy mountain, not only because it is the pillar of the core strength of the Dragon Empire, but also to worship and protect the holy fire, the only fire left in the vast land when the 'Black Dragon Holy Emperor' ascended.

The "Holy Ancient Battlefield" is located at the foot of the "Holy Heaven and Fire Mountain", the battlefield of the imperial war soul is fused, and the bones of countless war spirits are buried in the pine and ancient cypress around the battlefield in the long years, they are the heroes of the empire, born for the empire and died for the empire, and their heroic souls hold up the glory of the empire for five hundred years.

The immortal spirit of war has given the 'Holy Ancient Battlefield' a thick and glorious light, and the empire that governs the country by force and force, the most important duel and competition since the founding of the country 500 years ago, and the point general ceremony of the most important expedition are all held on this battlefield without exception.

And this time, the venue of the Central Cultivation Selection Contest jointly organized by the Five Sects Alliance was in the 'Holy Ancient Battlefield', which shows that the five major sects attach great importance to this selection competition, and the rank of the Middle Cultivation is a place of rebirth for every monk, as if Nirvana is reborn and the most important step towards the peak. A cultivator has been looking forward to this day since the first day of cultivation, not only for his status and power, but also for the display of his cultivation achievements.

This is not the first time that the co-lifting competition has been held since the five major countries divided the continent in order to unite against the desert empire, and at the same time in order to detect the changes in the strength of the other party, there has been this co-lifting, with the division and merger of the five-nation alliance, the grievances are entangled, and the co-lifting competition is also interrupted, and it has been fifty years since the last time it was held. The five major sects had just successfully joined forces to thwart the resurrection of the demon soul, and taking advantage of this rare harmonious atmosphere, the Holy Masters of the five sects jointly proposed the resumption of this middle cultivation competition.

The empty and huge battlefield was full of life, surrounded by flags, the national flags of the five countries of "flame", "golden dragon", "white cloud", "crescent moon" and "mir" were waving in the wind, and the noise of excitement broke the usual silence and solemnity of the battlefield, and the envoys of the five sects and major sects who participated in the contest all gathered here, and today is the opening day of the contest.

If you look up, you can see the huge fire altar on the top of the 'Holy Heaven Fire Earth Mountain', which is the closest place to the fire altar on the ground, the never-extinguishing holy flame turns this city into a city that never sleeps, the firelight transforms the sky and the earth into a color 'fiery red', the fiery world renders the power of the flame to the extreme, even those high-spirited monks are frozen in the light of the flame at this moment, and even the color of the robe is also integrated into the fiery red world.

A tall flaming stone platform stands in the center of the battlefield, this stone platform is where the true essence of the battle spirit is condensed, the 'soul battle platform', the battle platform that countless gods of war dream of wanting to climb, the fiery red cornerstone is made of volcanic rocks that have been tempered thousands of times, and it is indestructible. At the four corners of the battle platform stood four fiery red stone pillars, on which there was only one pattern, 'flame'.

The vicissitudes of five hundred years have not eroded the body of the battle platform, but the battle platform of Ban Bar is more ancient and thick, and the spiritual power is eternal.

The edge of one side of the battlefield is close to the 'Holy Heaven Fire Earth Mountain' to build a long row of stepped observation decks, built by the mountain with a total of five floors of height and a half circumference, and there is a magnificent and tall pavilion in the middle, with three layers of blue bricks and red tiles and giant wood carved railings, which divide the long observation deck into two halves, occupying the most prominent position on the side of the lookout, just facing the 'Soul Battle Platform'. The lookouts and pavilions were full of people, including monks from various religions, nobles from the royal palace, wealthy merchants, young masters, beautiful ladies and ladies, and every ceremony held on the 'Holy Ancient Battlefield' seemed to be a grand festival for the entire empire.

Can be in the pavilion naturally has an extraordinary identity, either a guest or an envoy, this five alliances in the selection competition each sent a holy envoy to lead the team, such as Mingfeng Sect Zuo Mu, this identity of the guest of course in the pavilion to watch the game.

Hundreds of monks crowded into the battlefield, but everyone's eyes on the battlefield were only focused on the three young men who were less than the age of the weak crown, known as the three most talented genius boys in the entire continent, the 'Three Princes', the 'Fire Princes' Xiangsi Feiyu of the Dragon Se Empire, and the 'Ya Gongzi' Long Yu of the Dragon Feather Family of the Helen Empire? Cang Lang, the core pillar of force in the five hundred years since the founding of the Helen Empire of the Dragon Feather Family, and the Xiangsi family generally have the mysterious blood inheritance limit technique 'perception', the poisonous charm of the 'poisonous prince' of the Mir Kingdom, and the crown prince of the Mir Kingdom.

The 'Three Princes' not only have a prominent family background but also have a secret spell, standing in their respective ranks as if standing out from the crowd, under the attention of the indescribable spirit, Xiang Si Feiyu is such a cold face but can not hide the eagerness to try, at this moment he knows that the time of his victory is the day of his father's death.

Compared with the young handsome man of Xiangsi Feiyu, the 'Ya Gongzi' Long Yu? Canglang is a romantic and handsome, at this moment he is gently shaking a thick ink landscape painting and a group of beautiful little nuns around him are talking and laughing, from time to time to attract laughter from the little eyebrows, and the 'poisonous son' poisonous charm even if he is standing next to you but feels so ethereal, people are like Ya is really like charming.

Today's Dole is no longer a sloppy little pirate, a brand-new Mingfeng Sect robe is worn on his body, it is really a dirt bun wearing new clothes, but no matter how he wears it, he is full of energy when he wears a robe, but he is still loose and languid when he wears it, and he also ties the green and faint 'Divine Dragon Whip' around his waist. However, Cheng Li and You Da couldn't follow left and right this time, and they couldn't even enter the battlefield, so they were arranged by Zuo Mu to eat, drink and have fun in the inn.

Standing in the queue of the Mingfeng Sect, looking around curiously, it was the first time to participate in such a grand occasion but he was puzzled, until now he didn't know what this middle cultivation trial was, looking at the crowded people on the battlefield, he thought he was coming to the market, and muttered in his heart, "This old pimple of Zuomu is really interesting, I have worked hard to get me here, is it to let me come to this market to wander around and show off!" This bazaar is too low-grade, just a broken platform, and there is not even a vegetable seller. ’

The monks of the Mingfeng Sect ignored him, all of them looked at him with indifference and contempt, this dry boy suddenly joined them as if he came out of the soil, and he didn't know what kind of light he had touched, you must know that the thousands of scattered cultivators of the Mingfeng Sect were waiting for this opportunity to advance.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he couldn't interject himself, what kind of genius boy these people said, what kind of 'third son', what desperately wanted to get a middle cultivation rank, I couldn't understand a word, it felt very boring, and my feet began to be idle again, and I walked around the battlefield with my legs.

With thick boots on his feet, he was used to wearing boots and couldn't walk, and when he was so big, he wore shoes twice, once with Emily to 'Sammy City', and the second was now, not light cloth shoes but heavy foot boots. Walking in the crowd with a little chicken leg twisted step by step, occasionally one or two looked back coldly and thought it was a monster, and then looked at the robe and laughed dumbly, "Is this Mingfeng Sect really no one!" To send such a figure to participate in the big tryout'.

Dole still twisted his ass and swaggered in the crowd, as if no one was around, he walked from one side of the battle platform to the other, and a large number of Mir monks in front of him unconsciously walked into the queue of the Mir Sect, and suddenly saw a figure that was extremely beautiful and enchanting, staring at the figure with wide eyes and opening his mouth to point at the figure and shouting 'Fairy, goblin'.

Le Yi is also one of the envoys of the Mil Sect, and followed the Zuo Holy Envoy Gu Bang to lead the participating loose cultivators to the 'City of Fire', at this moment it is the leader of this group of scattered cultivators, and he was looking around the battlefield and suddenly heard someone shouting something 'goblin', for some reason he is always very sensitive to the word goblin, and he immediately looked for prestige, and a dry boy stood in front of him, although he changed his vest, he could see at a glance that it was the bastard and lustful boy he met in the 'Strait of Death'.

Forehead frowned When did this kid become a monk of the Mingfeng Sect, and he actually participated in such a competition, although he was surprised, it was difficult to hide his anger, he didn't pick his skin last time This kid is getting bolder and bolder, and on such an occasion he shouted in front of the monks of the Five Sects, and then he still has the eldest lady who is still a virgin.

Twisting his body slightly, he was about to go up to repair this kid, and suddenly a burly figure flashed past him with a fist, shouting in his mouth, "The kid of Mingfeng Sect is too rampant, he dares to insult my senior sister Le Yi in public."

The participants in the competition are the elites of the five major sects, no matter how old they are, their cultivation is all above and below the third realm, and the cultivation to reach the third realm is the lowest threshold for the Orthodox Church to select the middle cultivation, and the figure who rushed out is older than Le Yi in his twenties, but the cultivation and initiation time seem to be inferior to Le Yi.

Since it is a selection competition, it is ultimately to divide the advantages and disadvantages through a duel, and it is coming with a fighting spirit, and with the approach of the competition, the smell of gunpowder has permeated the entire battlefield, and Dole has always been very arrogant, but in the eyes of this Mir monk, it is a provocation, a rampant provocation, and the gunpowder buried in the heart of the young man with strong blood finally broke out.

The burly figure was like a mountain of heavy pressure, and the whirlwind speed was a few steps away in an instant, and the fist that was swung out slammed into the boy who was two or three heads shorter than him, and he couldn't help but show a smug smile on his face, as if he saw the first opponent who fell under his fist, although this opponent looked so weak.

There was a sudden feeling in his consciousness that a strong force was about to rush towards him, and the feeling of being almost a prophet in his consciousness had appeared more than once, first when he robbed the merchant ships of Moss at sea and fought with a scattered cultivator, and then fought against the one-eyed dragon, and frequently tasted the sweetness in the fight, even a fool would be aware of his own abilities five times, not to mention that Dole was not a fool but just a little bit stupid.

At this moment, he was convinced of this prophetic feeling, and sure enough, as soon as he felt the presence of power, a burly figure had already rushed from the crowd, a few steps away, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the strong power was far beyond the one-eyed dragon's goods, and even if he felt it, he didn't have time to take it calmly.

Even if you don't have time to take it calmly, it doesn't mean that you are stuck in the air, and you know in advance that the time difference caused by the opponent's shot is enough for Duo'er to come up with the most effective way to fight back, the best move to grow so big, and the trick that is often used in fighting with the brothers.

The moment the iron fist of the Poison Sect Sanxiu slammed down, Dole bent down violently and even slipped into his arms, Dore was much shorter than him, and he could barely see the figure when he bent over, and the smashed fist actually fell into the air, Dole threw himself into his arms, and his hands quickly hugged his bear waist. (To be continued.) )