To Su Poman's ears, this was like the principal's speech at the opening ceremony, long and boring, he just listened for a while and then felt a sense of sleepiness, as if he was back in the classroom.

Fortunately, the white-bearded old man did not procrastinate too much, and after a speech, he fell back to the main seat, and the old god closed his eyes and recuperated.

Below the stone platform, the draw continues!

In front of Ling Xingxue and the others, there were frequent male monks looking back, with amazement and shyness in their eyes, among them, even the thick skin was difficult to survive under her autumn-like eyes, most of them calmed down their emotions with shame, and then mustered up the courage to 'look back at the moon', such an act also made some 'serious people' disdainful, but after they turned around occasionally, they called out the true fragrance and joined the ranks of looking back and watching.

Ling Xingxue's expression was cold, neither happy nor sad, but the more this was the case, the more it could arouse the desire to conquer in a man's heart.

Just ask, what man doesn't want to conquer an iceberg beauty, and wants to see her other hot appearance under him.

"Senior Brother Su, those men are so annoying, they always look at me, come behind me!" Ling Xingxue directly said to Su Poman, with a lot of distress in her tone.

Su Poman nodded, and walked around behind her, and then, Ling Xingxue slowly turned around and looked at Su Poman, leaving only a beautiful back for the male in front of him.

The people in the front team who 'looked back' showed regret one after another, and they were even more jealous of Su Poman.

[Where did the kid come from, he actually ate alone! 】

[So angry, the beauty turned around and went to ......]

[This back is not bad, take a good look, memorize it, and when you go back, you must rush a hand! ] 】

……

Seeing this, Su Poman couldn't help but speak: "Senior Sister Ling, if you don't want to attract too much attention, you can try the 'Veil Bucket Hat', which should be more useful than your veil!" ”

"Good idea, I'll have time to go to the Thousand Weaving Workshop!" Ling Xingxue's beautiful eyes lit up, and she secretly made up her mind that after today's martial arts, she must go to the Thousand Weaving Workshop in Shanxiafang City.

The front team proceeded quickly, and it didn't take long for Su Poman's turn to reach out, and as soon as he grabbed it, he took out a jade plaque the size of a baby's palm, and the number engraved on it was four hundred and ninety-two, that is, his opponent's number was one zero nine.

It didn't take long for everyone to draw lots, and a group of deacon disciples stepped forward and began to shout and shout to gather the monks who had finished drawing lots to the sides of the various rings.

"Numbers 1 to 100 and 501 to 600 come with me to the first ring!"

"No. 101 to 200 and No. 401 to 500 will go down to the second ring to prepare!"

"201-300...... With 301 to 400 Taoist friends, follow me to the third ring! ”

……

Su Poman was in the second ring, and Ling Xingxue was No. 276 and was assigned to the third ring, so that the two would not meet in the first round of martial arts.

On top of the three rings, there stood a monk in the foundation building period, who was responsible for acting as a referee and saving people's lives in time to prevent a disciple from being accidentally killed in the martial arts. In previous Huiwu, the number of times disciples fell in Huiwu was only a handful, but there were many cases of missing arms and legs, and even serious injuries and dying. As long as they do not admit defeat, the martial arts will continue until one side completely loses its combat power, or is forcibly terminated by the referee.

The three rings were surrounded by people, all of them looking at the top, at this time there were already six waiting monks standing above, some of them were inevitably a little nervous because they were the first to play, their eyes wandered around, and some of them looked calm, looking at their opponents calmly, and silently formulating a fighting strategy in their hearts.

When the monks were in place, the long-haired old man, who was originally in charge of the lottery, sang loudly: "The martial arts competition, start!" ”

Clang~~~

A gong rang out in all directions, and everyone's spirits were stirred up with the sound of the gong.

On the second ring, at this time, there was a disciple of the Xituo Sect dressed in green clothes, and opposite it, there was a monk of the Ghost Spirit Sect wearing a black robe.

The referee elder was a black and thin old man, his body exuded the spiritual pressure of the foundation building period, and his imperial weapon was suspended in the center of the ring, chanting loudly: "One Zero One, Xituomen, Zongbei Huai, against ...... The fifth hundred, Ghost Spirit Gate, Meng Hetang! Are you two ready? ”

Zong Beihuai and Meng Hetang nodded in unison, looked at their opponents cautiously, and quickly distanced themselves.

Both of them are Dharma cultivators!

"Let's go!"

The black and thin old man shouted violently, and the spiritual pressure on his body was suddenly put away, and everyone in the audience looked forward to it.

Su Poman's divine sense swept and found that the cultivation of the two was comparable, and they were both in the realm of the tenth layer of the Qi Refining Period, but the aura on the body of Zong Beihuai of the Xituo Gate was obviously stronger.

In the ring, the two of them each played a corner, and they began to use their means with words.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The two talisman spiritual shields lit up one after another.

Zong Beihuai's spiritual shield was dark green, as if it contained deadly poisonous gas, and there was a pale green gas remaining in the air between actions.

On the other hand, the spiritual shield on Meng Hetang's body was gray and ghostly, which seemed to contain some yin qi, but it did not give people a tricky feeling.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Zong Beihuai was the first to attack, and threw three cyan beads at Meng Hetang one after another, and the beads turned into afterimages and flew away with the word 'product'.

Sa~

A ghostly howl was heard.

Not to be outdone, Meng Hetang took out a white paper umbrella, in which floated a long-tongued ghost, with extremely large pupils, which seemed to have a soul-snatching effect.

As soon as the ghost's tongue stretched out, it was like a spring, stretched to dozens of feet away, directly blocking the three balls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cyan bead exploded instantly, and the bizarre thing was that it did not produce any power, but there were three large groups of blue and blue mist in the field, and most of the area on the ring was covered by it, and Meng Hetang lost the trace of the other party, so he could only let the ghost attack the enemy by himself.

"Hmph, a little ghost, dare to be rampant!" Zong Beihuai smiled coldly, his body was full of blue light, obviously he had already performed the 'light body technique', he jumped forward, dodged the attack of the long tongue, and then chanted words in his mouth, and his fingers pinched the magic trick like a butterfly wearing flowers.

"Mist Killing, Disease!"

A light and shadow came out of his hand, instantly shooting into the large blue mist.

Call~~~

The mist seemed to come to life, churning violently, like boiling hot water, and finally formed a huge and hideous one-horned dragon.

"Suffer death!"

Zong Beihuai's divine sense locked on Meng Hetang's position, with a confident look on his face.

The cyan mist dragon let out a silent roar, flipped its body in the air, and with an invisible might, it rushed straight towards Meng Hetang to devour it.

"What a spell!"

"This person is really smart, he even thought of using the Blue Mist Poison Demon Ball to perform the 'Mist Kill' technique, and in this way, its power has increased greatly!"

"That kid from the Ghost Spirit Gate is going to fail, right? In the face of such an overwhelming fog killing technique, even if the realm is one level higher, there is probably nothing to do, and the cloud mist poisonous gas emitted by the blue mist poison ball is also highly toxic, which can corrode the shield......"

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense, wait and see, my Senior Brother Meng is not just these means!"

"The light is so fast, take a look, that kid from the Ghost Spirit Gate won't be able to do it later!"

"You are looking for death, dare to belittle the people of my ghost spirit sect in front of me, and you are impatient?"

"The two of them are dissipating, so many elders are watching, and no one has good juice to eat when they make a mess!"

"Hmph, just wait and see, my Senior Brother Meng will slap you in the face, I hope your mouth can be so hard when the time comes!"

"Heh~ I'm not only hard-mouthed, but your grandmother also said that I was hard enough underneath, hahaha......"

"Looking for death, what number are you, wait, when you meet me, I will definitely make you look good!"

"Afraid you won't make it? I'm number four, three, nine! ”

……

When the conflict in the audience was about to escalate, the black and thin old man in mid-air glanced sideways, and then said lightly: "Give the old man a little stability!" ”

At this point, the conflict between the two did not completely break out, but they just glared at each other, and they were pulled aside by the same door next to them.

Meng Hetang in the field dodged one after another, but the size of the dragon formed by the poisonous mist was too large, and he was accidentally caught several times, but the attack ability of the fog killing technique was limited, and it was blocked by the talisman spirit shield on his body.

But at this time, everyone could see that Meng Hetang's situation was not very good, the blue poisonous gas was constantly eroding his shield, and the long-tongued ghost was entangled with Zong Beihuai to the death, but he was beaten and retreated.

There was no trace of panic on Meng Hetang's cold face, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and he patted the ghost bag, from which floated out a beautiful female ghost with revealing clothes, fair skin, upright posture, and important parts were shrouded in a faint ghost aura, but other places were exposed, which made everyone present couldn't help but breathe heavier.

"Ah~~~"

The glamorous female ghost groaned, like the words of the bed, seducing people's souls.

Many males under the ring couldn't help but shiver.

"This is damn, it's too damn!"

"The Ghost Spirit Gate still has such benefits...... Is it too late to judge? ”

"I'm rubbing, this female ghost is really charming, let her suck my yang energy dry, I'm willing too!"

"The peony flower is dead, and the ghost is also romantic!"

"Hehe, your cultivation is still too low, and you haven't practiced the spiritual eye technique, just now I used the spiritual eye technique of the Xiaocheng realm to take a look, that female ghost is not as beautiful as you see with the naked eye...... Tsk, those maggots are coming out of their sockets! ”

"Go, go, don't interrupt this beautiful moment, the illusory is beautiful, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's also great to just appreciate the fantasy, and it's too much for you to use the Spirit Eye Technique to see it!"

……

The moment Su Poman saw this female ghost, he suddenly remembered the question Ling Xingxue had asked him, and now he suddenly understood her strange eyes at that time.

Under the spiritual eye technique, the appearance of that beautiful female ghost is indeed a little miserable, and even a little disgusting.

"Lang Jun~~"

With a seductive cry, the glamorous female ghost joined the battlefield.

Meng Hetang shot out several spirit runes one after another, forming layers of thick shields, which could withstand the slaughter of the blue dragon, and then he had words in his mouth, as if he was casting some spell.

On the other side, Zong Beihuai was forced into a corner by two powerful ghosts, although he was an elite disciple of Xituomen, but most of his cultivation was above the poisonous skills, and it was extremely difficult to deal with this ghost, he made a whistle sound in his mouth, and the two green pendants on his ears suddenly came to life, turning into two green shadows like bamboo chopsticks and flying towards Meng Hetang, wanting to interrupt his spell-casting rhythm.

Every time the beautiful female ghost bloomed in her eyes, it would make Zong Beihuai's mind a little dazed, he bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake, and then one hand formed a jade color and reached into the cloth bag around his waist, and took out a handful of fiery red fine sand.

"In order to deal with the monks of your Ghost Spirit Sect, I have made a bloody investment, and this handful of fire poison yang sand is enough for you two ghosts to drink a pot!"

With a flick of his hand, the fiery red sand suddenly turned into a red glow in the sky and went under the hood of the two powerful ghosts.

Sneer......

"Ahhh......h

Green smoke came out of the long-tongued ghost, and the light fine sand seemed to have a blazing temperature, directly piercing its soul.

On the other hand, the glamorous female ghost was even more unbearable, her skin was directly broken, revealing her ugly appearance, and at the same time, she couldn't stop howling, which formed a sharp contrast with the original charming image, which made many monks in the audience call 'heavy mouth'.

But at this time, Meng Hetang used the magic weapon to knock down the two winged flying snakes, and shouted violently: "The combination of ghosts and demons, the two judgments of yin and yang, the drunken division opens the way, the true body of the demon and the ghost, disease!" ”

A magic seal glowing with gray light descended from the clouds.

Woo~~~

The bodies of the two powerful ghosts swelled up suddenly, and then their bodies were connected together, with the ghost on top and the long-tongued ghost on the bottom, and the ghost qi on their bodies also grew as if they had taken a great tonic.

"Devil devouring god!"

Meng Hetang's voice came again, and I saw that the huge ghost body suddenly opened its mouth, and its long tongue trembled in waves.

"Roar~~~~"

The invisible roar formed a circle of black light that was directly imprinted on Zong Beihuai's body, his body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes suddenly seemed to lose their lustre.

The Fog Killing Technique seemed to have lost the manipulation of its divine sense, and the cyan and blue mist-like dragons in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing Meng Hetang's slightly embarrassed figure.

I saw that his lips were slightly bruised, his breath was a little vain, and the spiritual power on his body was also gone.

The black thin old man slowly descended from the sky, looked at Zong Beihuai's state, and then announced loudly, "In this battle, the Ghost Spirit Gate, Meng Hetang wins!" ”

Reaching out and grabbing it, Zong Beihuai was photographed close by him, and then hit a clear light on his face.

"Hmm......"

Zong Beihuai slowly woke up, only to feel as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he sank violently.

"You were attacked by the Divine Soul just now, and you fell into a state of delusion for a while, go back and cultivate for a while!" The thin black man said slowly.

Zong Beihuai's face was a little ugly, the injury of the divine soul was not like other injuries, although the injury did not look big, but without the help of the elixir, within a year and a half, it would not be able to recover to its heyday at all. He first saluted the thin black old man and said respectfully, "Thank you, Elder Guan!" ”

"Well, let's go down!" Guan Yue said lightly.

Then, Zong Beihuai glanced at Meng Hetang viciously, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his mind.

Meng Hetang directly ignored Zong Beihuai's gaze, he bowed respectfully to the black and thin old man with a smile on his face, and then jumped off the ring in a dashing manner.