Huo Ming, the holy son of the Little Thunder God Temple on the treasure fighting platform, glanced at everyone with the order of the Thunder God pattern, "Gourd Spirit Root, I'm going to decide!"

"If you want it, do you have to give it to you?"

A man in a black ghost mask spoke, his voice eerie, as if from hell. This person is the Holy Son of the Ghost Immortal Sect, Ghost Qiao.

Huo Ming looked indifferently at the ghost qi under the treasure arena and said coldly: "The ghost and evil technique of the Ghost Immortal Gate is indeed very powerful. But I sent Lei Fa to restrain the ghost sect's technique, you better think carefully before coming up, don't forget to lose once on the treasure fighting platform, and you won't be able to fight for something better when it appears later. ”

When Long Jiaoyang heard Huo Ming's words, he looked at the wordless stele in his hand and asked, "Is there still such a rule for the treasure fighting platform?

"Yes, the treasure table exists for the strong, and the loser is the loser, so he is not qualified to compete for the treasure on it. The wordless stele responded, "I don't accept it, I was suppressed by the gourd spirit root, and I wasn't defeated by the people in the ring, it's too unfair." The Pig King said sadly, "Defeat is defeat, this treasure table doesn't care how you lose." "The Holy Son of the Wordless Stone Tablet Dao Ghost Immortal Gate did not go on the field immediately, because what Huo Ming said was true, Lei Fa was born to restrain the magic of ghosts and evils, and the possibility of defeat after he went up was also very great.

"I'll meet you for a moment. "Ning Hao's Holy Son flew up, heroic, and attracted the attention of the female cultivator very much.

"This man is so handsome, I don't know which force's holy son he is?"

"Judging by how he is dressed, he should be the son of a country. There is a young girl with a young spring, staring at the python robe cloak on Ning Hao's holy son, and said, "I know him, he is Ning Hao's holy son of Ning Cangguo, and he is one of the most handsome holy sons in Cangzhou." ”

“......”

The discussion of the girls in Huaichun reached the ring.

The average-looking Huo Ming looked at Ning Hao coldly and said, "Ning Hao, you'd better step down by yourself, otherwise you will be ruined by me, and it will be worth the loss." ”

Ning Hao's holy son was indifferent and speechless, and he did it directly, what he cultivated was the ancestral secret technique of the Ning clan's Imperial Family, the Battle Heavenly Immortal Technique. This is a rigid technique that opens and closes, and is bound to break the sky. Lei Ming grabbed the sky with one hand, and touched the earth with the other hand to outline the yin and yang thunder, forming the secret technique of the Thunder God Temple that destroyed the sky.

When Long Jiaoyang saw Huo Ming's secret technique, he immediately thought of Lei Yan in the Nine Xuan Great World, this so-called Little Thunder God Temple, which was fundamentally connected with the Thunder God Temple.

Ning Hao's holy son's combat power was not weak, and the Battle Heaven Immortal Jue was also very impressive, but his opponent was a person from the Little Thunder God Temple, and after a hundred rounds of the battle, he began to be at a disadvantage, and he was suppressed very strongly.

"You can't, you are much worse than your brother Ning Xiang. Huo Ming sneered coldly, the thunder pattern on his body merged with the immortal qi, and the endless thunder sea erupted directly and blasted Ning Hao's holy son out of the ring.

Ning Hao's holy son was defeated in blood, and his expression was very ugly, because Huo Ming sarcastically said that he was not as good as Ning Xiang.

"Holy Son, how do you feel?" The Fire Bamboo Divine Son flew down beside Ning Hao's Holy Son and helped Ning Hao's Holy Son up.

"This Huo Ming Holy Son is too hateful!" Ning Hao Holy Son said depressedly, "Holy Son, let your subordinates go up to avenge you." The Fire Bamboo Divine Son's eyes flashed with a glint of light, and the Holy Son of Ning Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not agree, "If you go up, you will only send him to get the gourd spirit root." ”

On the small peak, the wordless stone tablet reminded, "Long Jiaoyang Daoyou, this person has won eight games in a row, and the gourd spirit root is his in one victory, aren't you still playing?"

"Yes, of course. Long Jiaoyang nodded, and used the technique of the Space-Time Domain Gate to step into the ring.

The other people who wanted to go to the ring stopped in mid-air.

At this time, it is useless for someone to go to the ring first, and for those who come behind.

"Who is this person? Why is he so ignorant of the rules, haven't you seen that a few Holy Sons have already moved?" someone said dissatisfiedly, "Who of you knows him?" If it is a nobody who doesn't know what to do, and goes up and loses the gourd spirit root directly to Huo Ming, I won't agree. ”

"This ...... This man looked familiar...... I remember, he was Long Jiaoyang who walked through the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area!" Someone recognized Long Jiaoyang's identity and exclaimed, "What?

Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Jiaoyang's body, Long Jiaoyang came out at Shuanglong Bridge in the middle of the night, and many people did not see his true face.

"He looks younger than Ning Hao's Holy Son?" a female cultivator said, "Yes, there is a domineering aura on his body, which gives me an indescribable sense of security. ”

"A man with clear water chestnuts is more attractive than a man with good looks. ”

“......”

Many female cultivators are judging Long Jiaoyang. And the eyes of the male cultivators were even hotter, because they all knew that Long Jiaoyang was an alchemist with an astonishing venom in his hands.

"Master Long is on the field, this Huo Ming is bound to lose. Seeing Long Jiaoyang playing, Huozhu Shenzi was very confident, Dao Ning Hao Shengzi glared at Huozhu Shenzi and said, "Where do you see that Long Jiaoyang can win when he plays?"

Huozhu Shenzi was speechless, he didn't know how he had so much confidence in Long Jiaoyang, maybe it was because he saw Long Jiaoyang break through the forbidden Lei Sea of Shuanglong Bridge, and thought that Long Jiaoyang's strength was very strong.

Beside the Holy Maiden of Qin Yun, Xin Qian's guard Mei Mei lit up and said, "Holy Maiden, Master Long is in the ring, do you think he can win?"

"I don't know, he's a guy I can't see through. Qin Yun's holy maiden's eyes were like water, and her gaze was different on Long Jiaoyang's body.

"I think Master Long will win, he's the one who walked across the Double Dragon Bridge. On the treasure platform, Huo Ming of the Little Thunder God Temple stared at Long Jiaoyang with unkind eyes, he had already won eight victories, as long as he won one more victory, he would be able to obtain the gourd spirit root, but at this time, there was a person with unfathomable strength.

"Long Jiaoyang Daoyou, you have successfully walked across the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area of the Heavenly Emperor's Village, you must have gained a lot. This gourd spirit root, can you not fight with me?" Huo Ming of the Little Thunder God Temple tried to maintain harmony and smiled, Long Jiaoyang looked up at the gourd spirit root above the treasure fighting platform, and he sensed that there was an innate aura surging down from it, invading his body, and then this power was transforming into suppressive power.

Long Jiaoyang immediately urged the Extreme Dao Star, causing it to exude more immortal blood and pour into his bloodline. Then Long Jiaoyang suddenly felt that the suppressive power of the gourd spirit root on himself disappeared, this gourd spirit root would suppress the power of the Pig Heavenly King before, it was really because the Pig Heavenly King did not have the immortal blood bloodline.

"The bloodline does not determine the strength or weakness, if you want to find the owner of the immortal blood bloodline, I have to cut off the beard. Long Jiaoyang silently stared at the gourd spirit root, and whispered in his heart that Huo Ming's face of the Little Thunder God Temple was getting more and more ugly, his words were so harmonious, he was ignored by Long Jiaoyang, and he directly slashed at Long Jiaoyang with a thunder pattern.