The pavilion master looked at the old man and the young man who were not in shape from afar, smiled and shook his head silently. Seeing that Elder Jiechuan let go of Tian Nongxiang, he immediately shouted, "You come!" and then beckoned to Tian Nongxiang.

Tian Nong Xiangchong made a grimace at the Third Elder and walked towards the Pavilion Master. He also has to ask the pavilion master for Qiankun Pan and Lei Ling.

"I've seen ......" Before he finished speaking, Tian Nongxiang stared behind the pavilion master with his big mouth open, stunned on the spot.

The skin is like snow, wearing a red dress, standing brightly, like a fairy.

Little princess, I haven't seen her again for years.

"Are you okay?" asked Tian Nongxiang.

"Are you alright?" said the little princess.

The two spoke almost at the same time, and then they answered at the same time.

Little Princess: "Good!"

Tian Nongxiang: "Okay!"

For a while, the two of them were embarrassed by their pretty faces.

At this moment, Qiankun Pan and Lei Ling Quack screamed and jumped into the palm of Tian Nongxiang's hand.

"I knew you'd be fine!" said Qiankun Panwei laughed.

Tian Nongxiang glanced at the two of them, smiled slightly, and raised his hand to place them on his shoulder. After glancing at the little princess again, Fang bowed to Mo Baichuan again and said, "Meet the pavilion master!"

Mo Baichuan nodded, stretched out his hand to the person beside him, "Don't hurry up and meet Emperor Tian, if it weren't for Emperor Tian to save you, you would have fallen into the sword forest." ”

Tian Nongxiang was stunned for a moment, one didn't expect that the person in the black robe sitting in the middle was Tian Huang, and the other didn't know why the senior brother said that it was Tian Huang who rescued him. However, his mind was lively, so he hurriedly stepped forward, bowed down and said, "Meet Emperor Tian!"

Tian Huang nodded, "Bai Zu's closed disciple is so good." ”

Tian Nong Xiang was stunned, not knowing what Tian Huang was referring to. glanced at Mo Baichuan next to him, and saw that this senior brother was holding his long eyebrows and smiling at himself.

Tian Nongxiang was puzzled, but it was inconvenient to ask again, so he hurriedly said to the pavilion master: "Master asked me to help you, I don't know why?

The pavilion master smiled, and snorted on the stage, "Let you win the next game for Lingyun Pavilion!"

It was only at this time that Tian Nong Xiang paid attention to the two people fighting on the battle platform. One fist is domineering, the other is fierce, all of them are scattered, they are all strong and abnormal, thunder is roaring, coercive bursts, each of them is doing their best, obviously fighting for their lives, and they are definitely fighting with each other.

Someone in the audience had already started whispering.

"The peak combat power of Zhen Naisan Returning to the Realm is really admirable. ”

"Who says it's not? Senior Brother Wanchang, he really deserves to be the first person to return to my pavilion!" Ling Yiyi praised.

"That vulture, too, is so powerful, it has been fighting against Senior Brother Wanchang for more than four hours, and it is enough to be evil. ”

"It is rumored that the Hatoyama clan was born with extraordinary talents, and it is not too long. ”

"Yo, then, it's time for you to go on stage?" someone replied sarcastically.

The man's face turned red just now, and he retorted: "Although I can't fight it, it can't beat Senior Brother Wanchang, so why talk about being born different." ”

......

Tian Nongxiang stared at the battle platform with his eyebrows, and his heart beat a drum. For some reason, he always felt that the vulture looked familiar. He said to himself, "Why does this stinky bird think he's seen it somewhere?"

Qiankun Pan suddenly answered on his shoulder, "Why did you forget?"

Tian Nongxiang's heart suddenly moved. Yes, that's it. It was the one who chased and intercepted it back then, and threw itself into the dark river. Then he turned his head to stare at Qiankun Pan and asked, "I remember that you haven't recovered yet, how do you know about this stinky bird?"

Qiankun Pan smiled, "I was conscious at the time, but I just didn't fully recover." ”

Tian Nong glanced at it and ignored it. I thought to myself: Back then, the dove had a seal that turned the sky upside down, and I heard the black bull say that it was snatched from Tianguo, why didn't I see it used this time?

Just when he was confused, he only felt that the dove's breath had changed abruptly, and there was something strange in the poignant. The long knife-like feathers glowed coldly, and the "Zheng Zheng" sounded straight. Tian Nongxiang's heart sank. Because not long ago, when he was fighting with Hatoyama, the strange man who was chasing Qiankun Pan and Lei Ling, he had encountered a similar situation, and once those feathers were activated, it was impossible to guard against.

At this moment, Wan Chang let out a loud shout, and the mana rolled, swept quickly, and smashed his fist towards the head of the dove. The dove's big body flipped in mid-air, its back to Wanchang.

Wanchang's fist style drove straight in, and it went straight to the back of the dove's brain in an instant. At this moment, the door of his chest was wide open, and the big wings of the dove had quietly reached ......

"Not good!" Tian Nongxiang secretly screamed.

Before he could be reminded, the feathers on the dove's body suddenly left his body, thousands of sharp blades flew, and the cold light flickered......

Offstage, the monks watching the battle in Lingyun Pavilion exclaimed. It's all too weird.

Wan Chang wanted to stop blocking, but it was too late, and he snorted, and his chest was pierced by countless knife-like feathers.

The dove made a successful move, turned around immediately, and a pair of sharp claws poked out, and with a bang, Wanchang was suddenly torn into two ends. Blood splattered, and death fell in an instant.

The dove grabbed the two corpses of Wan Chang, and roared wildly while hovering over the battle platform, "Haha...... , who can come to fight?"

The pavilion master frowned, stared coldly at Gu Da, and secretly clenched his fists. The monks in the cabinet were shocked. Some people are dumbfounded, some people shake their heads, some pound their chests, some sigh......

However, the morale of Hatoyama was greatly shaken, and the beasts and demons roared, and the sound was thousands of miles away......

The first person in Lingyun Pavilion to return to the realm was defeated like this, and he was defeated so completely. One person and one bird, more than four hours of fighting, comparable. Even if you lose, you shouldn't die on the spot, and you end up miserable. But the facts are in front of him, and Wan Chang's body is still clutched in the big claws of the dove......

The dove was arrogant on the stage, and the monks of the pavilion gritted their teeth with hatred. This stinky bird is so arrogant and killed Wan Chang, but it still ravages his corpse like this, it is unbearable.

Some people are gearing up and want to take on the stage. But after all, that stinky bird is a scattered return realm, if the condensation ascending realm takes the stage, even if it wins, its face will be dull, but in the hearts of the scattered returning monks and monks present, the first person in the Lingyun Pavilion scattered return realm has already been defeated, can he win if he goes up by himself?

At this time, the dove who was hovering in the air threw the two corpses of Wanchang in front of the monks of the various pavilions, and as soon as he collected his big wings, he stood proudly on the battle platform, and roared wildly: "The useless human race, which one dares to take the stage to fight?"

After this voice, Lingyun Pavilion and the monks of various clans who were watching the battle were extremely angry, but there was no suitable stage to challenge the Scattered Return Realm. The first person in Lingyun Pavilion all fell under the claws of this giant bird, who among the monks of the same level still had that confidence?

Gu Da paced proudly on the battle platform, rumbling loudly, "You can't even find the person in the second battle, right?"

The scattered monks of Lingyun Pavilion were already filled with righteous indignation. However, after all, this is a bet between the two ancestors, two wins in three battles, and one has already been lost, which is definitely not the time to be rash. We can't defeat again, and we don't dare to lose again. If you go up on your own, can you win? It's not a pity to die, but you can't afford to lose.

Some people glared angrily, and some people scolded, but for a while, no one dared to take the stage easily.

"Shall I try?" a clear voice rang out in the crowd.