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"Wansheng Acupoint, it's really interesting" Qin Yu hooked a hint of an inexplicable smile. Then he looked at An Zhixue, she also came out of the Wansheng Acupoint, and only then did she reach the first place on the Wansheng List, if it weren't for the forbidden place of the inner gate, he would definitely break in and explore.

"If I meet Di Qing, I'm afraid it will be like a resound, and there is no chance of winning," the second prince of Chen Guo said in a low voice with a spear in his hand.

"I'm afraid this big competition doesn't necessarily mean that Qin Yu will win the championship," Ximen Jing sighed.

"You are really cheap and good" Looking at Ximen Jing, many monks wanted to slam their boots on his face, Di Qing's victory, which made him collect hundreds of thousands of spirit coins.

The three ancestors of the inner and outer Ming who are high above.

"This time, our Heavenly Spirit Valley will definitely surprise the Phoenix Nest and the Thousand Swords Sect," Qiong Heizi said with a smile.

"Qingyi, fight against Tao Tao" Dome Zygote once again read out the two of them.

Qingyi, the inner monk, is also one of the dark horses of this competition, and his sword skills make him leave a strong mark in this competition. And Tao Tao is not simple, the power of the big waves to sweep the sand, the use of soft and collapsing.

Dressed in a green shirt, Qingyi entered Shengxiantai, the breeze hit, and the white and tender skin without folds, taking advantage of his twenty-year-old face, made thousands of girls infatuated with fantasy. Tao Tao is darker, and his strong body makes him more martial arts.

The two have no words, the sword trick is vertical and horizontal, and the sky is full of cyan spirit swords, this is eighty-one virtual realm best spirit swords, nine of which are the best spirit swords in the imperial realm, Leng Feng and Mu Yang are full of greedy eyes, such a spirit sword is difficult to get, not to mention a complete set of spirit swords.

"This is the heir of the Black Lotus, I didn't expect this girl to actually pass on her own inheritance in the Ten Thousand Life Cave," said Dome Zygote with a smile.

Black Lotus is a monk of the Ming Gate, but before entering the Ming Gate, she was an inner monk, her name is not known to many monks, before entering the Ming Gate, she was as unknown as Qingyi, and after entering the famous door, she was known as the Black Lotus. And any monk in the Ming Gate has their own nicknames, Xiang God Destroying Hand, Likan, Bird Fan, Piece of Cloud, etc.

Tao Tao is not an incompetent person, in the face of the attacking sword technique, the power of the big waves burst out, the spiritual power is like the waves, and the waves are like waves rushing towards Qingyi.

This is a comparison of spiritual power, even a trace of relaxation between the two is the end of the corpse here, although it is such a duel, but I didn't see the slightest nervousness from Qingyi's face, it varies according to the heart, on the contrary, Tao Tao's face was full of dignified color, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down.

Looking at Tao Tao, Qing Yi smiled, his hands were sealed again, and with a sudden grip, the surrounding spiritual power instantly changed and fluctuated, the sword array dissipated, and eighty-one spirit swords were suddenly combined into a huge spirit sword and attacked Tao Tao.

The spirit sword was formed, and the spiritual power around it suddenly surged, and the spirit sword exuded an unstoppable momentum, facing the wave of Tao Tao's condensation, as if entering a no-man's land, it penetrated in an instant, and then dispersed again, nailing Tao Tao to the ascending immortal platform.

Qingyi won, and it looks very easy. Next, fall thirteen, fight against the cold.

The drunkard fell thirteen, and his drunken appearance was not reduced, but no monk looked down on him, just because he had a surname that was the envy of all.

Looking at Ri Han, the wine jug in his hand suddenly waved, and the spiritual power around him fluctuated, and the Ri Han seemed to have entered a quagmire, and there was no room for his combat skills and exercises. Suddenly, the spiritual power around was shrinking, as if entering a space, surrounded by strong walls, constantly surging towards the center, and what shocked all the monks even more was that the cold was still locked in it, unable to move the slightest.

With an unwilling roar, Luo Thirteen entered the next round.

He Jian battled, Wang San, one was a famous monk, with the title of the sword of desire, and the other was the outer monk, and Wang San, who became the four masters of the outer gate with the other three.

This battle can be described as equal, Wang San's loose hands, the force splits the void, He Jian's long sword, a little needle, the sword and sword are arbitrary, but Wang San has been injured many times. This battle lasted the longest, until the end, Mingmen He Jian won.

The wind descended and fought against Hedong, the spear was raised high, and in the face of Hedong, who had mastered the corner of the three thousand arrays, it was all broken by force, the spear was raised high, and Hedong died at the hands of the wind.

Chen Yong fought against Wang Lin, this battle once again surprised all the monks, Chen Yong had the background of Chen Guo, but even so, he was still defeated by Wang Lin.

"This Wang Lin is not simple," Leng Feng said silently.

"This is his inheritance," looked at Wang Lin Qiongpingzi and said thoughtfully.

"Who is he" Qionghezi asked with a slight frown, he must be a disciple in the Heavenly Spirit Valley. But like Wang Lin, he really couldn't see any former disciple who was the same as him Wang Lin.

"Senior brother, you don't remember, he has never had a victory" Qiongheiko smiled, if the monk was the most impressive, it was probably his.

"You mean, it's most annoying for you to sell off like this," Qiongxiaozi said impatiently. This is the gap between him and the two senior brothers, sooner or later, it will be said, but there is such a hanging appetite.

"There has never been a victory" Qiong Hezi frowned slightly, it really couldn't think of a disciple who didn't win, if there really was such a disciple, maybe it was just between the Spirit Realm Void Realm, Tianling Valley earned hundreds of thousands of disciples every year, making him even more countless Spirit Realm Void Realm, making him think of one, such a disciple, it was too difficult.

"Senior brother, I haven't remembered yet, if I'm talking about it, he has never been defeated," Qiongheiko smiled again.

"Victory and worry" When Qiong Pingzi said that there was no defeat, Qionghezi instantly remembered that inner disciple. No one knows his strength, not only is he the first in the year, but also the tenth in the realm, no matter how hard he tries to fight, it will end in a draw. Many monks once thought that his hidden cultivation was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but after watching him fight, they no longer had such thoughts.

And Wang Lin is his inheritance. Even if the blue is blue, it is strong when it is strong, Chen Yong is also a remarkable existence, and he was defeated in his hands.

"Now I announce something important. After Wang Lin won, the voice of the dome zygote sounded again.

"The ten of you are the very outstanding disciples of our current Dabi, and you will shoulder the task of the first Holy Council of the Alliance. ”

"Holy congregation, what holy congregation"

"In the first session, there were only ten places in the huge Heavenly Spirit Valley, and this holy society will definitely be a dazzling existence."

"Since you can enter, I'm afraid there are more than ten," many monks said, and the voice of the monk was stirring up.

"This Holy Meeting, called the Kyushu Holy Society, is the most sensational Eastern Wilderness in the history of the Alliance. ”

"And this Holy Meeting, we have thirty places in Tianling Valley, and among you, I will select six people as the team leaders of this Holy Meeting, and there are only five people in the team. ”

"And in the next battle, there will be five, and the sixth will fight again among the defeated five, and the winner will be the captain of the sixth group. ”

"In the first battle, Qin Yu vs. Wang Lin"

"In the second battle, An Zhixue vs. Qingyi"

"The third battle, the wind mark vs. the thirteenth battle"

"In the fourth battle, Di Qing vs. He Jian"

"The fifth battle, the wind is good versus the wind is coming"

The dome said continuously, and after saying it, with a wave of one hand, the ascending immortal platform in the pavilion suddenly turned into five battlefields. He didn't let Qin Yu and the others rest.

Ten people entered their respective battlefields, facing the fall of thirteen, Leng Feng did not have the slightest lightness of the enemy, there was a monk named Luo seventeen in the Buddha cave, and he didn't know what realm it was at this time.

Qin Yu's battlefield had already begun, and immediately after that, An Zhixue's spiritual power also made a sound of spiritual power fluctuations.

"Young man, take a sip of wine. Luo Thirteen threw a wine jug at Leng Feng.

Looking at Luo Thirteen, Leng Feng smiled and took the wine jug and raised his head to drink.

"Good wine" entered the throat, like a knife, and a stream of heat rushed into the body, replacing it with a thick spiritual power.

"Listen, Lao Jiu said, I met a young monk in the Buddha cave, and he once resisted seven peak monks of the same level with the strength of one person. I don't know if you know him" Luo Thirteen looked at Leng Feng with a smile, in his opinion, the young man in front of him may be Leng Feng in Lao Jiu's mouth.

Luo Thirteen's words made Leng Feng a little surprised, but he quickly covered it up again, revealing an inexplicable smile. Pick up the flask in his hand and take another sip, then throw the flask at Thirteen.

Looking at the gesture of the wind mark, Luo Thirteen took the wine jug and showed the same smile as him.

"Chop"

Leng Feng shouted, pinched the sword mark in his hand, and the spirit sword composed of dozens of spiritual powers, stabbed towards Luo Thirteen.

Looking at the spirit sword composed of spiritual power, Luo Thirteen threw the wine jug in his hand, and a suction force appeared from the mouth of the wine jug, and the blade of the spiritual power was instantly sucked into it.

"Wind Scar, I only have one move, if you can take it, you win" Luo Thirteen put away the wine bottle and straddled it around his waist.

Luo Thirteen's words made Leng Feng stunned, but they refused, instead of continuing to fight, it was better to decide the winner with one move, so that no matter who wins or loses, there will be no excessive loss to the consumption of spiritual power.

"Please Advise"

The acceptance of the wind mark made Luo Thirteen's originally smiling face suddenly become serious. He took out the flask and took a sip. Suddenly, it was raised, and a golden seal struck into it. The flask vanished in an instant, and reappeared in the sky above the cold front.

It was an unusual mountain, and the majesty it exuded alone had already caused a thin crack to appear in Ascensidae.

"This is the secret technique that is not passed down from home" The speaker was a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Valley a long time ago, who was cultivating in the Sky Transformation Realm. He is already very old, and he doesn't know how many years he has existed in this Heavenly Spirit Valley, even the incompetent ancestor of the outer gate of Qiongxiaozi also knows about him.

"I said, old Qiantou, since they all say that it is a secret technique that is not passed on, then how do you know" A middle-aged monk said to the old man, he was the same as the old man, he was also a disciple of Tianling Valley, and his cultivation was in the late stage of voiding.

"I've seen that person perform," the old man surnamed Qian showed a look of reminiscence.

"I'm starting to remember again" The middle-aged monk showed a helpless look, and turned his eyes to look at the battle between Leng Feng and Luo Thirteen.

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