Zi Wuji's eyes narrowed, Fan Xian and him also had a few intersections, they were not familiar with each other, but they could also speak, he thought that Feng Qingyang would come, but he didn't expect that the person who came would be Fan Xian.

"Discipline is not necessary, I will borrow something from Brother Wuji in a while. ”

"Oh, it's rare that the Lord of Fan Xian Pavilion has such a Yaxing, I don't know what I want to borrow, as long as I can do it, I will definitely lend it to you." ”

Fan Xian smiled and rubbed his palms: "Brother Wuji must be able to do it, what I want to borrow is nothing else, it is your head!"

Fan Xian's voice was calm, and he even smiled a little, but in the ears of others, there was a monstrous anger, which made people shudder involuntarily.

Ye Xuan smiled unnaturally when he heard this, the personality and temper of the people in this Tianya Pavilion were simply carved out of a mold, and he had also borrowed the head from the Great Elder of the Paradise Gate at the beginning, but he didn't expect that Fan Xian would be the same now.

"You're not small!"

The aura around Zi Wuji's body suddenly froze, and then there was a dangerous aura exuding from his body, staring at Fan Xian tightly, and said in a cold voice.

"I'm just telling the truth!"

Fan Xian smiled all over his face, his voice was indifferent, and he didn't care about Zi Wuji's anger at all.

"The old man doesn't have a verbal war with you, and when the battle begins, I'll see if you can laugh again. ”

Fan Xian stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his clothes, and there was a strong and incomparably confident gesture: "The disciples in my sect have two heroes and four junjun, it shouldn't be too difficult to win against you, right?"

"Hmph, the promotion competition is not only a disciple battle, even if you win both games, so what?

It was normal for two hostile sects to quarrel with each other, especially a big faction like the Purple Cloud Sect, with Zi Wuji's temperament, he would not be willing to suffer no matter what.

Zi Wuji put down his cruel words, turned his body and sat directly in place, quietly watching the ring without saying a word.

Fan Xian smiled, there was a cold glint in his eyes, they are not soft persimmons, anyone can pinch them a few times, and if they want to provoke, they must be ready to break their teeth.

The time was not right before, and now is the time for your Purple Cloud Sect to knock out your teeth.

Seeing that the dust had settled on the two sides, the referee of the Holy Mountain nodded, and then opened his mouth to announce the start of the competition.

This first competition is naturally a battle between disciples, the first competition is particularly important, related to the momentum of both sides, if one side wins, then in the next battle will be very relaxed, conducive to the play of strength, and the losing side will begin to tighten up, even if you are careful, it will show a flaw, and winning or losing often lies in this flaw.

The side of the Tianya Sea Pavilion sent out the Fallen Leaf Sadness, the young powerhouse of the fourth rank of the Eight Jun.

This name alone is enough to make the other party pay attention.

Sure enough, Falling Leaves stood in the ring with sadness, and those disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect were all full of hesitation, and they didn't want to go on stage at all.

Ye Xuan was full of smiles, his eyes swept Zonglong's figure from time to time, and no one could come to the stage except him in this battle.

In fact, the camp of the Purple Cloud Sect resounded for a short time, and then Zong Long walked into the ring with a wry smile, and then stood on it and sighed slightly in the face of the fallen leaves on the opposite side.

Who would have thought that the person who couldn't even deal with the Fallen Leaf Valley would become the fourth strong existence of Bajun in a short period of time.

There is no vanity under the so-called fame, Zong Long will not have the slightest contempt for the number of battles of falling leaves and sorrow, in that case, he will suffer in the end.

"I really didn't expect that there were as many outstanding disciples as there were carps crossing the river, which made people admire. ”

Zong Long arched his hand at the fallen leaves with sadness, and praised with a bitter face, although the occasion was wrong, but the words were indeed heartfelt.

"Please advise!"

There are not many words of sadness in the fallen leaves, especially when facing outsiders, and he has inherited the skills of the amorous emperor.

"In that case, you're welcome. ”

Zong Long's bitter face turned into a smile, and then his body rippled like the surface of the water, and a shocking dragon roar resounded, and Zong Long's body turned into a dragon body in front of everyone's eyes, standing on the spot, terrifying.

"No wonder, no wonder he can continue to stay on the Bajun ranking, and his strength has also risen by one place, it turns out that he can turn into a dragon body, so that his combat power has doubled?"

Feng Wushuang looked at Zong Long in the ring with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice, and the worry in his tone was not concealed at all.

Ye Xuan also nodded, but he had confidence in the sadness of falling leaves, so he didn't worry too much.

Zonglong's incarnation of the dragon body is not the kind that uses the power of martial arts to conjure up, but it is really transformed into a dragon body, but it is still a lot worse than the real dragon, and it is only a descendant of the dragon clan and other races.

But Rao is so is also extremely appalling, after all, even a pseudo-dragon is difficult to find nowadays, I really don't know where this dragon came from, it is actually with the blood of the dragon clan, and it can be transformed into a dragon, which is admirable.

The same is true of the sadness of the fallen leaves, the originally indifferent face finally fluctuated, and the battle intent on his body began to rise.

"Zong Gongzi is actually with the blood of the dragon clan, but he is clumsy. ”

For the previous indifference, Falling Leaves Sadness simply admitted his mistakes, which made many people look suffocated, and they really couldn't figure out what kind of character this person was.

"It's just a coincidence, it's not something to brag about. ”

Zong Long's huge dragon head swayed a few times, and then spoke.

Indeed, the fact that Zong Long was carrying the blood of the dragon clan was only exposed to everyone today.

The huge dragon body was boiling, blowing gusts of wind, and the tail of the dragon body turned into a steel whip and directly pumped towards the fallen leaves.

It's not just the power of the tail, but the pressure brought by the twitching process actually locks this space tightly, making the fallen leaves feel as if they are stuck in a quagmire, and it is difficult to move.

"Depression!"

The sad sound of the fallen leaves is like a murmuring sound, which makes people not really hear, the huge dragon tail swept over, and the fallen leaves pathetic stretched out a palm like a branch and the fallen leaves slapped the dragon tail to the side.

"It's hard to break!"

The breath of the Fallen Leaves Gang's sadness changed, and the breath of desolation surged out, even a little bit of it would make people cry, this is the inheritance of the Emperor, this is the breath of the Emperor.

Even the giant dragon that Zong Long turned into trembled, and involuntarily fell silent in it, and his body stood still in the air.

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