Shuangdi defeated Kou Tianlu with only one move, and winning the first game so easily was a morale boost for the Feng clan.

The disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect could only pestle aside, without words, they only felt that Kou Tianlu was extremely wasteful, and he enjoyed so many cultivation resources of the Crazy Sword Sect, he couldn't even beat a female streamer, and he was defeated so badly.

It was the Elder of the Crazy Sword Sect in the stands, his face was as low as water at the moment, like black charcoal, he was still smiling before, but now he didn't even want to speak.

So Kou Tianlu lay alone in the center of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and none of the disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect were willing to come to help, and in the end, it was Elder Whitebeard who asked the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect to carry Kou Tianlu out.

The expression on Kou Tianlu's face was very exciting, there was unwillingness, and fear, he could predict that after this battle, his status in the Crazy Sword Gate would plummet, he couldn't accept this result, he could only glare at Shuangdi viciously.

But the latter didn't even look at him, and talked to the little sisters by himself, but Kou Tianlu was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

The first battle was successful, and the monks of the Feng clan took advantage of the victory to pursue, although they lost two games, but they could not affect the outcome of the game at all, and they quickly won the victory.

The Feng clan has advanced.

During this period, Song Yu didn't pay too much attention to the game, but thought back to Shuangdi's sword, thinking hard, what is that familiar feeling?

In the end, Song Yu figured out that the spell vine rejuvenation technique he practiced did not contain this sword qi, in the past, he focused on the healing effect of the vine rejuvenation technique, but now after thinking about it carefully, he found that the sword qi in the vine rejuvenation technique was unusual.

No wonder it felt so familiar, but here's the problem.

The vine rejuvenation technique is only a priest-type spell, it only has a healing effect, but it only mutates in his hands and evolves into an offensive spell, but even so, it can't have anything to do with sword qi!

But things are so mysterious, Song Yu guessed in his heart that the vine rejuvenation technique and the Feng Ning Sword were related, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand the mystery, if he could get the Feng Clan's Feng Ning Sword in detail, maybe he would find something.

As soon as this thought came out, Song Yu felt that it was a fantasy, Feng Ning Sword, as one of the Feng clan's Zhenzong spells, its importance was self-evident, once it was spread, the Feng clan would be hunted down endlessly, even if it was a disciple of the major sects.

So Song Yu could only give up this unrealistic idea and ponder it on the side.

Therefore, the Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Dao Sect are fighting very hotly, you come and go, and you can't tell the winner for a while, but Song Yu didn't pay much attention to it, and thought about his own problems with all his heart.

The third of the two battles was played.

The Heavenly Dao Sect sent a disciple at the bottom of the box, who wore a square hat on his head, a scruffy beard, and some unkempt, which was very different from the unfathomable appearance of the disciples of the same sect.

Seeing this, Song Yu's eyes froze, and he put his mind on this person, but what attracted his attention was not the appearance of this person, but the book in this person's hand.

It was a yellow book, with old yellow stains on the cover, and even a small hole in the place where the fingers were turned the most, and no one would want to pay for it if it were placed in the market.

It's too broken, it's too bad, it's too ordinary.

The reason why Song Yu paid special attention to such an inconspicuous book was because he had also seen it in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, but Zhou Qingfeng cherished that book outside of his style, even if he read it for a long time, there was still nothing broken.

"This person also has a book from heaven?" Song Yu said in surprise.

"What he has in his hand is ...... Fake. Zhou Qingfeng stared closely at the book of heaven in the hand of the man in the square hat, and said word by word, there was nothing unusual on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Only Zhang, who knows Zhou Qingfeng well, slowly knows what Zhou Qingfeng should do, this guy has always liked to fight piracy.

"It turned out to be a counterfeit, who has such a great ability to counterfeit the Book of Heaven?" Xinglou said thoughtfully.

"I'd love to know, too. Zhou Qingfeng said solemnly.

"I'm the same. ”

Song Yu's concept of the Book of Heaven is limited to a book in Zhou Qingfeng's hand, and he doesn't know the value of the Book of Heaven, so he can only learn to speak like Zhao Tieniu to cover up his ignorance.

"Little junior brother, I suspect you're paddling. Xinglou ruthlessly pierced Song Yu.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can you tarnish people's innocence out of thin air?" Song Yuli said without being arrogant.

"Heavenly Dao Sect Fan Yantian, I also ask the Dragon Clan to give advice. The man in the square hat looked at the dragon disciple and said lazily.

"The dragon clan dragon arrogantly fights. ”

Among the dragon clan, a man wearing a golden robe with a proud expression walked out, this person was extremely high-profile, his clothes were glowing with a golden light that was enough to brighten the eyes of the blind people's kryptonite dogs, dazzling, brilliant, as if he was the protagonist as soon as he appeared.

This...... Is the handsome man really a disciple of the Dragon Clan?

Is it necessary to be so non-mainstream?

Everyone has really lived for a long time, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, this shape is really a bit spicy, it is estimated that walking on the street, some people will give Long Aotian a dull stick when they see it.

There's no way, this bullish coaxing look is really too underpumping.

Even the disciples of the Dragon Clan also supported their foreheads, their little faces were slightly red, and being in the same sect with such a strange person was not a very glorious thing in today's scene.

Fan Yantian didn't look at Long Aotian with the same eyes as everyone, after all, his own appearance was not very good, and even looking at Long Aotian, he actually had a feeling of sympathy.

"What kind of eyes is this? Ye doesn't do it, if you look at Ye like this, believe it or not, pick out your eyeballs?"

Long Aotian looked at Fan Yantian coldly, Fan Yantian's eyes made him very uncomfortable, and he, who had always been arrogant, immediately counterattacked.

"The strength is not good, and the temper is not small. Fan Yantian smiled dumbly, and his original good feelings were gone.

"You're talking about chicken turtles, give ...... Death !! for the master"

Long Aotian was ridiculed by Fan Yantian, and immediately went up, and his anger value soared, but he had a problem, he would stutter when he was in a hurry, and the more angry he was, the more he stammered.

This feeling of not being able to say a complete sentence for a long time made him very annoyed, so he simply blasted at Fan Yantian with a fist, his fist was glowing yellow, and his aura was like his anger, and it suddenly swept away, and the momentum was huge.

Seeing this, Fan Yantian did not panic, and spread out the yellow book in his hand, the pages were windless and automatic, turning the pages frantically, and the aura around him swept towards him, revolving around him, stirring his robe and hunting.

Fan Yantian, who was still lazy before, seemed to have changed at this moment, his eyes were full of essence, like a divine mansion from the Heavenly Palace.

At this time, the page stopped turning and stopped at a certain page.

Fan Yantian pressed his right hand heavily, only to hear a "snap", the light of the yellow book flickered, his body trembled violently, and his eyes rolled up, as if he was crazy.

"Psychic! Angry King Kong!!"

Fan Yantian's throat made a hoarse and dry sound.

At the same time, a golden armored god appeared in front of him, more than ten meters tall, holding a giant axe, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his eyes were angry, and he stared at the killing Long Aotian.

"What! You're able to communicate with the gods, aren't they all dead?"

Long Aotian's pupils were full of angry eyes, and he swallowed his saliva.