Yang Zihan twitched it casually, it was a blank note, and immediately returned to his position.

Ruthless also drew lots to see that it was also a blank piece of paper, and immediately returned to its position.

Duan Muquan and Di Qingcheng were bored, and they didn't have the heart to smoke, and the rest of Ji must be from their Martial God Temple.

"Stinky girl, sooner or later I will get your hands on you, and then you will know the power and benefits of Ben Shao. Duan Muquan snorted coldly.

"Senior brother, announce it. Duan Muquan shook his hand and returned to his seat with a cold face.

Di Qingcheng nodded, and said loudly: "I now announce that the Martial God Sect has obtained the auspicious word, and as the challenged party, the first to appear is Cheng Ying, a disciple of the Martial God Temple!"

But seeing a thin man in his thirties, he rose to the sky like a crane, landed firmly in the ring, and hugged his fists in all directions: "Cheng Ying, the one hundred and thirty-ninth disciple of the Martial God Temple, is polite." ”

Everyone saw that this Cheng Ying was completely unknown, one hundred and thirty-nine, wouldn't that be equivalent to the inner disciple of the Ethereal Palace?

In fact, Cheng Ying is the first disciple of the Martial God Temple, the second echelon, and his cultivation is in the late stage of agility, with nearly 200,000 catties of strength. Sending him on the field is nothing more than going through the motions, exercising by the way, so that the people in the second echelon can have a little more knowledge.

"Who should fight in your Kunlun Sect?" Di Qingcheng asked.

"There was only one ruthless person in the battle today, and I didn't accept any challenge before the final. The Supreme Saint of the Kunlun Sect said ruthlessly and proudly.

This time, the alliance of the three sects was initiated by the Martial God Temple, and he didn't know what tricks the Martial God Temple was going to play, so he naturally disdained to let the same family fight, and preserving his strength was the best policy.

"Elder Xuantu, you Ethereal Palace used to be the leader of Ethereal Mountain, and the disciples under your sect are also the most numerous of the three major sects, but you don't know if you can send three people to participate in the battle, who can fight with my senior brother Cheng Ying?" Di Qingcheng's words were mixed with extreme disdain.

"Of course, we are also playing three battles, namely the Holy Maiden Yang Zihan, the Holy Young Sun Wuji and Wu Siyuan. In the first battle, I think it is better for Siyuan to fight. Elder Xuantu said.

Wu Siyuan was extremely annoyed in his heart, there was a problem with Elder Xuantu's introduction, if he had to change the previous ranking according to the force value and the influence of the Dry Dao Sect, he would definitely be the first to report, and it would not be his turn to fight Cheng Ying's garbage.

Now that Yang Zihan is gaining momentum, his status has plummeted, which is very unhappy.

"Elder, I'm not very skilled, so let's let the Holy Young fight. Wu Siyuan held back his strength, and wanted to be shocked by the world, of course he wouldn't hand over the foundation now.

"Okay, then let's take this opener. Sun Wuji thought that Wu Siyuan had become honest in his knowledge of current affairs, and he happily went to war.

After all, the first battle is very important, and whoever wins will undoubtedly have a great effect on the morale of the division.

Sun Wuji has no heart, but he is by no means a bad person, and the Yellow Palace Lord cultivates him as a godson, he lacks a certain understanding of people's hearts, and he doesn't see Wu Siyuan's careful thinking at all, and he flew into the ring without thinking about it.

"Cheng Ying, Shengshao is a rare peerless genius, you have to make three moves under him, you can earn this competition, don't be cowardly, give me a good fight." Duan Muquan sat on the stage and smiled proudly.

The irony of these words is self-evident, Sun Wuji has been famous for a long time in the name of the Holy Shao, and it is undoubtedly a big drop in value to jump out to compete with a second-rate disciple, of course, no matter who is sent by the Ethereal Palace, unless it is Jia Sidao and the like, it will be a lower value, and it will not be a martial victory.

"Holy Shao, please. ”

Cheng Ying looked a little excited, he was afraid that he would not have the opportunity to fight Sun Wuji in his life, no matter whether he won or lost today, his reputation would definitely rise when he returned to the sect.

"Three moves, think too much!" Sun Wuji is not deeply involved in the world, but he is by no means a stupid bird, how can he give Cheng Ying a chance to brush up his prestige?

But seeing him look up at the sky, the thumb and index finger of his right hand were closed, the golden light in the sky was released, the clouds opened sharply, and a golden sword pierced through the void!

"Qiankun Jue, falling swordsmanship, this madman. Duan Mu's color changed slightly.

Falling Swordsmanship!

This is the better exercise in the Qiankun Jue, Sun Wuji made a dead hand as soon as he came, and it was clear that he didn't want to give Cheng Ying any chance.

Cheng Ying saw the flying sword coming to the sky, secretly called unlucky, and the anger was sent to the extreme, turning into a phantom like a ghost and fleeing, he has a shadow in his name, it is precisely because of his unique body style that he came to the stage to dodge.

However, he was fast, how could he dodge the superior method of cultivating several great realms?

Sun Wuji let out a sneer, closed his eyes and waved his hand, and the golden sword flashed through the many phantoms, and Cheng Ying was pierced with a whoosh.

Burst!

Cheng Ying vomited blood in the sky, still thinking about how to transform into a method, create a phantom, and confuse Sun Wuji, but his little trick was really difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and the person was still in mid-air, and he was completely exhausted.

Bang!

His body glided in the air for several feet, slammed into the ring, and was already gone.

Whoosh!

Sun Wuji turned around in a dashing manner, and the golden sword circled above his head, returning to the Heavenly Spirit!

"Duan Shao, if you are all cats and dogs like this, I don't think you need to compare, your Martial God Hall can get out. Sun Wuji smiled disdainfully.

Sun Wuji was like a holy light, and his words were extremely domineering, shocking the audience.

Everyone knows that the strength of the Martial God Temple is not what it used to be, although it cannot be said to surpass the Kunlun faction, but it is much stronger than the Ethereal Palace, and it has always been domineering, even the Yellow Palace Lord does not dare to provoke the Martial God Temple at will on weekdays, and now Sun Wuji is absolutely bold to openly damage the Martial God Temple so much at the conference.

But this is Sun Wuji, he can be lawless when he is crazy, no matter who he is, let's talk about it first.

There was a deathly silence in the audience!

No one expected Sun Wuji to be so strong, and it is no wonder that he usually avoids even Wu Siyuan by three points, and in the name of Shengshao, he has been defeated repeatedly over the years, and his heart has always been on fire.

The reason why he has become so strong today is not because of himself, but because of his trust.

Because he believes that Yang Zihan will definitely win the championship today and wash away the humiliation of the Ethereal Palace that has been suppressed in recent years.

"Hehe, Shengshao is Shengshao, he killed an outer disciple as soon as he made a move, he was angry. In this case, Di Shao, you are also a saint, it is better to go on the field and compare with him, and see which of you is real and who is fake. ”

Duan Muquan smiled and said to Di Qingcheng on the side.

His words rounded the face of the Martial God Temple, and by the way, he also stimulated Di Qingcheng, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Di Qingcheng scolded secretly, go to your ancestors.

It's okay if he wants to win, but if he loses, isn't it just a fake parallel import?

It's just that he is the son of the martial god, and he can't refute it.

"Good!"

"Shengshao, you and I are of the same origin, just click until you get there. Please. Di Qingcheng flew into the ring and bowed his hands.

"The same ancestry, two surnames as a house slave, are you worthy?" Sun Wuji said disdainfully.

(End of chapter)