Listening to the words of the three people, it seemed that the Helian brothers were extremely close to the Li family.

For the whispered words of the three members of the Li family hundreds of zhang away, even if Qin Fengming heard it, he would definitely sneer, and the two ghost handsome monks were nothing in Qin Fengming's eyes.

After studying the jade slips in his opponent, although Qin Fengming did not know why there were so many runes in the Eight Pole Gate, he already knew that those runes did not have much to do with the Eight Pole Gate. It was a small sect that was originally annexed by the Baji Gate, and it did not have a classic book to record the runes.

It's just that the scroll like the scroll he got in the Xie family made Qin Fengming very happy.

Although it was certain that the two scrolls must be the same rune, it was not clear what it said. It seems that even if all the Ghost Monarch monks of the Eight Extremes Gate are captured, and then the soul is searched, it will definitely be difficult to gain anything.

Even so, Qin Fengming secretly went to the Eight Poles Gate martial arts arena and saw with his own eyes the two runes drawn by the monk surnamed Yan.

The two runes were carved into an extremely tall and flat stone wall, right above the arena. Looking closely, it was the same text as the runes in the two scrolls.

It's just that there is no longer the slightest energy fluctuation on those two runes, even if the low-level monks stare at it, they will not be affected by the power of the runes contained in them.

After looking carefully, Qin Fengming kept those two words firmly in his heart, and then left.

Although it is difficult to figure out the meaning of this rune at this time, Qin Fengming will not ignore it, although there is no such rune introduction here, maybe there will be other places.

With his knowledge, he could tell that these rune-like handwriting were absolutely precious.

Two days later, Qin Fengming, who was studying the jade slip, was awakened by the shouting of a disciple of the Eight Poles Sect outside the hall: "The two seniors of the Yan family, today is the day of the selection of the recommended quota of my Eight Pole Sect, please go to the competition hall with the disciples." ”

Transforming into a yellow-faced middle-aged appearance again, Qin Fengming put away the prohibition and flew towards the martial arts competition place with the three members of the Yan family with the two disciples of the Eight Extremes Sect who had been cultivated by the ghosts.

On the vast martial arts arena that I had already visited the night before, there were already thousands of monks in existence. Most of them were disciples who wore the costumes of the Eight Poles.

Needless to say, these disciples are just here to watch the battle for places.

On a two- or three-foot high platform, hundreds of tables and chairs have been arranged. At this time, there were no less than forty people sitting on it.

Qin Fengming swept over everyone, these monks turned out to be ghost handsome realm cultivators.

"These two Yan family fellows can wait under the three stone platforms, which are where the heads of the families and their predecessors sit. The two Eight Pole Sects had been bringing Qin Fengming and the four of them to the square, and then turned to the two ghost general monks behind Yan Jing and said.

Hearing this, Yan Jing did not show the slightest difference, and under the signal, the two Yan family disciples flew away.

After bringing Qin Fengming and the others to the high platform and respectfully letting the two sit down, the two disciples bowed and left.

When his eyes swept over the head of the family surnamed Li, who was already sitting upright on the high platform, he saw that he had a proud look on his face, but he just snorted coldly at Qin Fengming, and he didn't show the slightest intention of greeting him.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming didn't feel funny.

For this competition, for Qin Fengming, he will not take it to heart, since he did not get the introduction of the two volumes that may be from the same era in the Baji Gate this time, there is only one thing to do, that is, to win the first place in the Baji Gate competition and obtain the qualification to participate in the Zodiac Sect competition.

Since it is a shortcut to enter the Huangquan Secret Realm, if it is obtained, it will be of great help to the future trip to the Huangquan Secret Realm.

Under Yan Jing's low introduction, Qin Fengming also understood the origin of the people sitting on the stone platform at this time. These people are all members of the various cultivation families within a radius of 100,000 miles from the Eight Poles Gate, and there are more than a dozen sects that are smaller than the Eight Extremes Sect, and of course there are more than a dozen scattered cultivators who have not been recommended by the sect.

"Fellow Daoists, welcome to my Baji Gate to participate in the selection of the recommended quota for the Huangquan Palace Flag Executive, the old man is full, as the master of the Baji Gate, this is Uncle Xia Yan. ”

As several monks appeared on the stone platform in the middle, the master of the Baji Sect who had met him at the beginning and the monk surnamed Yan who had been used by Qin Fengming to perform the secret technique of ecstasy appeared in front of everyone. The old man surnamed Wang, who I saw at the mountain gate, was also among them.

Looking at the old man surnamed Yan's undifferentiated expression, Qin Fengming smiled slightly in his heart.

It seems that the secret technique of ecstasy in the mysterious ghost recipe is really mysterious, and it didn't make the old man surnamed Yan feel any discomfort.

Seeing a ghost monarch monk from the Eight Poles Gate appear, the sixty or seventy ghost handsome monks sitting on the stone platform got up one after another and bowed to the old man surnamed Yan.

The old man surnamed Yan didn't say anything, just waved his hand with a somewhat gloomy face, and then sat on the wooden chair on the side.

"Since all the Taoist friends are here to participate in the competition, then Chong will not say anything more, there are three rings, as long as the Taoist friend can be on the ring in a stick of incense time, no one challenges the stage to compete, you can be shortlisted for the top three.

As long as the top three are selected, the competition will be over. In this competition, I hope that all Taoist friends will go all out, because according to the convention, it is really the time of the Zodiac Sect to compete, it will be more dangerous, so this competition may have someone injured or even fallen, if the Taoist friend has no bottom in his heart, the old man advises not to take the stage.

Of course, the top three people in this competition will be rewarded by my Eight Pole Sect General, including not only a cherished pill Ice Heart Pill that will help us break through the bottleneck, but also two million Yin Stones. I hope that all Taoist friends can strive for victory. Now is the beginning of the competition, please come to the stage. ”

Listening to the words of the master of the Eight Poles Gate, it was really the same as what the head of the family surnamed Li said at the beginning, no matter whether he lived or died, he only had to try his best to win.

As the old man's voice fell, three monks immediately appeared in the vast ring with fluorescent flashes.

The Ghost Handsome Monk's fighting method has a huge scope, and the power revealed by the magic weapon is even more amazing, so the test field is also two hundred zhang larger. And all around the venue, there are flashes of forbidden energy manifested.

Looking at the three people on the stage, Qin Fengming also understood in his heart that these three monks in the late stage of the ghost handsome were all people invited by the Baji Sect to throw bricks and attract jade. It's just an attraction.

Of course, although it is only a transition, the methods of the three of them must be good, otherwise it will not be worth the Baji Gate to spend a lot of money Yin Shi.

Sure enough, the competition later also confirmed Qin Fengming's idea.

The three handsome monks who took the stage first, one of whom was a fifty-year-old monk with a sallow face, came up and offered a huge banner filled with thick black mist, and in an instant, he swept his opponent into the mist. With the terrible sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls, the sound of banging in the mist suddenly became endless.

And the two old men wrapped in yin qi on the other side also used all their means, and they actually had the upper hand for a while.