"This is the power of the Tribulation!!"

"No, it's just a hint of the Tribulation. ”

Everyone on Lingyun Platform was shocked, although the white light blocked their vision, it couldn't stop their divine sense, and everyone felt the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation attached to the thunder and lightning.

What is a Heavenly Tribulation?

That is the calamity that every cultivator will inevitably encounter after reaching a certain realm, and after passing it, he can continue to cultivate, but it will disappear in vain.

And the first calamity that a martial artist needs to face is the Tribulation of Breaking the Void, which is why the big guys are so shocked, because they are all characters standing on the verge of the tribulation.

Of course, with the current vitality content of the earth, it is difficult to get to that point!!

"Ahem, cough, cough, !!!"

At this time, the white light disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky also retreated, and the old heavenly master stood above the ring with his hands in his hands, purple clothes and high crowns, floating like a fairy.

Xiao Laozu was lying in the ring, his whole body was scorched, his white hair turned into chicken feathers, and he was desperately coughing up blood.

Miserable!

It's really miserable!

This is the voice of everyone in Kunlun Xu, whether it is the head of the sect in the square or the bigwigs of all parties on Lingyun Terrace, the gaze of Xiao Laozu is extremely complicated.

A master at the peak of his innocence was beaten into a dead dog by someone, how unlucky he must be!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, I lost, wow... ”

Xiao Laozu looked up at the Heavenly Master with great difficulty, and after spitting out three words with difficulty, he finally fainted.

Brush!

There was one more person in the ring in an instant, Venerable Dongfang gently helped Xiao Lao Zu up, probed his injuries, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into Xiao Lao Zu's mouth.

"Brother Zhang, your shot is a bit heavy. ”

After stabilizing Old Ancestor Xiao's injuries, Venerable Dongfang looked up at the Heavenly Master in the sky.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold my hands between my peers. The Old Heavenly Master looked intently at the Xiao family master in the pool of blood, and said in a deep voice.

Venerable Dongfang didn't speak again, glanced at the wooden sword behind the Heavenly Master, stepped out, and returned to the Supreme Stage, "Captain Xi, take the Xiao family master to soak in the evolution repair liquid for an hour." ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as Venerable Dongfang's words fell, there was a sudden whirlwind in the arena, and Xi Feibai appeared in the ring, picked up Xiao Lao Zu, and disappeared again after a few flashes.

Wow!!!!

Everyone was stunned, Xiao Lao Zu's defeat in one move was shocking enough, but depending on the meaning of Dongfang Venerable, if he didn't soak in the precious evolutionary repair liquid, it was estimated that Xiao Lao Zu would not even be able to save his life, which was not only shocking, but more terrifying!

"How can this old guy's strength be so terrifying?"

Zhang San stared blankly at the old heavenly master who was squeamish in mid-air, and his mouth was open.

This time, Qinghe Zhenren did not answer, and he was also shocked.

Obviously, the strength shown by the Heavenly Master was much more terrifying than he knew!

"Don't make a fuss, do you see the wooden sword behind him? It's a magic weapon, but it's not something he himself has cultivated, it should be a magic weapon that has been passed down. In his mind, Xiaoxing suddenly reminded Zhang San.

"Is that a magic weapon?" Zhang San was shocked, and looked at the back of the old heavenly master.

It was a wooden sword with a simple style, which looked very old, but I didn't expect it to be a magic weapon.

"That's right, this old Taoist priest is only one step away from the Jindan period, plus the help of the magic weapon, let alone you, even if it is the four congenital Great Perfection guys opposite, he can fight. Xiaoxing nodded.

"Damn, this old guy is hiding deep enough. ”

Zhang San was a little dazed, looking at the old heavenly master who was still pretending to be forced, and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Who else?"

At this time, in mid-air, the old heavenly master spoke again, and looked at Lingyuntai with an expressionless face, and the surging battle intent rose to the sky.

This time, he wanted everyone to remember the Holy Spirit and the majesty of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the Holy Land was the Holy Land, and not everyone could challenge it.

It's a pity that he is destined to only have one chance to pretend to be forced, and this time, everyone on the stage reacted neatly and shook their heads in unison.

Just kidding, with Xiao Laozu's previous opinion, who would dare to go up and touch the mold.

"Humph!"

The Heavenly Master was a little disappointed, the cannons were all taken out, and only one mosquito was hit, and after glaring at Zhang San fiercely, he returned to the Supreme Stage.

"Damn, why is this old guy staring at me?" Zhang San was glared at and complained.

"It's not that you offended someone's precious granddaughter, I now sympathize with Xiao Laozu, it is estimated that he gave you a trip this time, usually this old guy is not like this, it is the first time I have seen this old guy so angry, tsk, boy, you have to be careful." Kazuru sneered.

"Beware of a ghost, the master has also gone. ”

Zhang San rolled his eyes, he didn't bother to argue with Qinghe Zhenren, and he had already arrived on the supreme stage with one step, "A few seniors, Chunyang is cheeky and you are sitting down." ”

Zhang San smiled and bowed to the five bigwigs in front of him, no matter what their reactions were, he turned around and sat down on the sixth chair.

In an instant, a huge aura like a prison emanated out.

"Zhang Chunyang, this seat is Zhongnan Mountain, I want this seat. ”

Zhang San's tone was very flat, but there was an unquestionable firmness.

Wow!!!

On Lingyun Stage, all the bigwigs looked at Zhang San with an incredulous expression.

For Zhang Sanhui to come out to compete for the position of deputy alliance leader, everyone is prepared, after all, if Wang Batian is defeated, then Wang Batian's position has been replaced by him, but no one thought that Zhang Sanhui gave up the seventh position, and the sixth one appeared.

For a moment, everyone turned their heads to look at the middle-aged man sitting in sixth place on Lingyun Terrace.

Songshan sent Zuoqiu, and Zhang San grabbed his original position.

At this moment, the hearts of all those who still had the heart to compete for the position of deputy alliance leader blossomed, and the already desperate hearts were revitalized again.

If it is according to the tacit understanding, Zuoqiu is sixth, Zhang San is seventh, and there are really few people who are sure that the challenge will succeed.

But now it's different, Zhang San just didn't play cards according to common sense, and grabbed the seat of Zuoqiu, once Zuoqiu broke out, then the two tigers would be injured, and their opportunity would come.

Facing hundreds of pairs of curious eyes, Zuo Qiu's face was extremely difficult, his eyes stared at Zhang San opposite, and the hands hidden in his sleeves shook and clenched.

Although there is no difference between the sixth and the seventh, Zhang San is obviously losing face by doing so.

Zuoqiu wanted to rise to the sky, but he desperately suppressed the impulse.

He wasn't sure.

Zhang San's performance in the previous battle had been filtered in his mind many times, and every time he filtered it, the fear in his heart was one more point, and he was able to fight hard with the congenital Great Perfection powerhouse, such a person, he really didn't want to fight against him.

But if there is no war, where is the dignity?

Zuoqiu hesitated.

(End of chapter)