Chapter 240

Sima Chengzhen, as the pillar of this martial arts, doesn't know if it was deliberately arranged by those high-level officials, or what, there was nothing to do with him on the first day, but it was an unknown little person like Wan Tingjun who appeared one after another. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, on the No. 4 high platform, Wan Tingjun was staring at his opponent with a heavy face.

Under the stage, the cute and naturally baby-faced round hands were clenched tightly, as if this battle was like herself.

"Hey, I said Xiaoqian, is that damn Zuo Shuanghua planning to kill him!"

Xiao Qian glared, "Sister Yuanyuan, can you stop for a while, then Zuo Shuanghua has a grudge against you?"

"Go, I have a grudge against you. Yuanyuan pouted.

This is Wan Tingjun's third game this afternoon, he really can't understand how there can be such an arrangement, and in the third game, he actually met Zuo Shuanghua, a very eye-catching person.

Zuo Shuanghua has always been extremely hostile to him, this is what Wan Tingjun knows, as soon as Zuo Shuanghua came on the field, he launched a fierce attack on Wan Tingjun without any reservations, just now.

Wan Tingjun's only defensive magic weapon, the small bell, was shattered by Zuo Shuanghua's cyan roulette, and at this moment, Wan Tingjun could only urge the set of magic weapons that cooperated with the Divine Destruction Technique to defend the portal.

Because Zuo Shuanghua's name is in the front, there are countless onlookers in Wan Tingjun's battle this time, but he knows that the only one who really came to see his game is the little girl named Yuanyuan.

Thinking of Yuanyuan, a cute little girl, Wan Tingjun swept the audience with the afterglow of his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Yuanyuan standing at the front of the crowd, his hands nervously clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of hope.

At the stone table in the distance, Sima Chengzhen and Zhuang Xinyan were sitting quietly.

"Why don't you go and see?"

Zhuang Xinyan looked at Sima Chengzhen strangely, but Sima Chengzhen's expression was very quiet, as if he didn't pay attention to Wan Tingjun's battle situation at all.

"He's not going to lose. ”

A smile hung on the corner of Sima Chengzhen's mouth, and he slowly picked up the wine glass.

On the fourth platform.

Zuo Shuanghua looked at Wan Tingjun with a solemn face, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was so satisfied with this battle, it was God who gave him a chance to get close to Su Xiaoxiao infinitely.

Thinking of this, he raised his face and said provocatively: "You admit defeat, and cut off your arm when you go back, otherwise you will ....."

He snorted coldly, "On this stage, I will cut off your arms!" Zuo Shuanghua's arrogance was completely angry, threatening me, you will have to pay the price!

Wan Tingjun did not fight back verbally, but proved his reply with actions, he slowly raised his right hand, a burst of blue light flowed, and a very huge shield appeared on his right hand!

It is the Qingxiao Shield.

Although Chonglou had told him not to use the Qingxiao Shield, where would he care about these now, he just urged the spiritual power in his body to run wildly, and the Qingxiao Shield exuded a demonic light that filled all directions.

The shield aura that Wan Tingjun gently held was a little on the ground, and a force field visible to the naked eye spread out with Wan Tingjun as the center, and quickly spread over the entire high platform.

"Sister Yuanyuan, why are you pinching me!"

Xiao Qian in the audience snatched her hand from the round hands very resentfully, and there was a bright red mark on the white fingers that were originally like jade.

Yuan Yuan didn't seem to realize this at all, she just looked at the Qingxiao Shield in Wan Tingjun's hand without blinking, and her face was full of surprise. I said countless times in my heart: Senior Brother Wan must win, Senior Brother Wan must win......

On the judging platform, Chonglou looked at the Qingxiao Shield in Wan Tingjun's hand, and unexpectedly showed a rare smile.

Seeing Wan Tingjun suddenly summon such a strange magic weapon, Zuo Shuanghua looked at it with a mocking look at first, but at the moment when Wan Tingjun sent out the heart field of the heart, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face suddenly became extremely solemn!

He looked at the dark green short sword that Wan Tingjun was holding tightly in his hand, and there was an inexplicable fear that suddenly rose.

He remembered Ding Jianyun!

Ding Jianyun died under the huge and weird shield aura!

Although Ding Jianyun's death was sealed very strictly by the Sword Sect, there are always people who can get this news through various channels, this Zuo Shuanghua is one of them, as a figure who follows him closely behind him on the rankings, he pays attention to it very much, just like the people in front of him will pay attention to him.

At this moment, he seemed to see that Ding Jianyun's fate was quietly repeating itself!

"No, no! I'm stronger than Ding Jianyun!" Zuo Shuanghua roared in his heart, and suddenly urged the magic weapon Qingyue Treasure Wheel to let out a terrible roar, and launched an attack!

Zuo Shuanghua took the lead in attacking, which was already expected by Wan Tingjun, but he did not mean to be timid at all.

Holding the huge Qingxiao Shield in his hand, Wan Tingjun exuded an incomparably fierce killing intent all over his body, although it was said that this Zuo Shuanghua was stronger than Ding Jianyun, but Wan Tingjun was completely confident in defeating the other party.

It was not only because he summoned the Qingxiao Shield, the Creation Divine Soldier who had been with him for a long time, but also because of the invincible will in his heart.

Not only does he have to become stronger, but he also has to defeat everyone who stands in his way in order to regain his path back to Jinwoo.

How can a Zuo Shuanghua stop this?

Wan Tingjun did not deliberately control the heart domain force field, but let it diverge and expand, and soon, the heart field full of underworld breath hit the white boundary around the high platform.

The white line suddenly trembled and hummed, as if it was about to collapse.

On the judging platform in the distance, a long-bearded old man with white hair raised his head and looked towards the top of the No. 4 high platform, his eyes were full of shock and incredulity.

This old man is the head of the formation sect and the master of the formation!

Shangguan Hou's eyes glowed brightly, staring at Wan Tingjun on the No. 4 high platform, as if he had seen a ghost.

Chonglou, who was sitting next to Shangguan Hou, stroked his beard and said, "Senior Brother Duan, don't be excited, don't be excited, and look down." ”

Shangguan Hou's beard trembled, and he said in a bad way: "That Wan Tingjun is not your disciple?"

Chonglou smiled and nodded.

Not to mention the conversation between the two old men, the exercises practiced by Zuo Shuanghua from the Seven Halls Sect are known for their sneak attack speed.

Similar to an assassin who specializes in stealth assassination techniques, combined with corresponding exercises to increase agility and speed.

It can be said that it is the nemesis of most monks.