When I came to the door of the venue, the door had already been opened, and the entrance was so scattered with a few people, worry-free with a sign hanging on his waist, and striding in like a meteor.

In the center of the venue, a hexagonal ring first came into view, "If you want to say that you have seen a lot, but you have been wandering for several years, but you have never been in the ring to compare with others!" In his eyes, what fame, fortune, and wealth are like floating clouds in his eyes, and there is no value of nostalgia, and the real cultivators regard divine skills as more important than anything else, and even far more than life.

Wuwuzi quickly glanced around, although there are many people who practice martial arts, but they can talk about cultivation, it is Master Yunleng of Luohua Mountain, he is a god who specializes in cultivating internal strength, although he is now hundreds of years old, but it is still a myth in the martial arts world, how many cultivators have been defeated under his hands, there is no doubt! He proved with practical actions that the Shenma Continent is not all the world of God cultivators.

However, what makes Wuwuzi wonder is that he is also a hermit who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests all year round, never stepping out of the rivers and lakes for half a step, ignoring the chaos in the Central Plains, and now, with a competition sign hanging around his waist, he sits in the competition area arrogantly, looking arrogant and arrogant.

Sanssouci quietly sat in a corner of the competition area, which was a very inconspicuous place, but he could clearly see the overall appearance of the entire competition area and the ring, and Sanssouci swept his senses, "One, two, three." "There are a total of forty cultivators in the entire competition area, including the purple-robed hall master and the second master who I have seen before, and the two of them sit in the front row of the competition area with Master Yun Leng, and it seems that they have spent a lot of money.

Then, the most thrilling moment of the audience arrived! A group of young girls dressed in colorful costumes and painted with grease and powder stepped into the ring where the big battle was about to strike, with their fair and attractive thighs leaking on their sides, singing and dancing! It was eye-catching, and instantly became an eye-catching stunner, which made the men in the audience inadvertently leave saliva! I opened my eyes wide, and I didn't even blink my eyes, for fear that I had missed some wonderful picture.

With that, a woman in a yellow shirt fell from the sky and ended this seductive opening dance, and the thing under the feet of the woman in the yellow shirt turned out to be a huge leaf, which made the audience stunned, what a photo! Even the few cultivators in the field were dumbfounded. "A group of guys who have never seen the world, aren't they just applying mana to the leaves!" Sanssouci lowered her head and muttered.

"Everyone, you are all strong men above the Central Plains, today! It will be here to unveil the most glorious page for you, heroes, and begin! The woman in the yellow shirt raised her hand and waved, and suddenly the drum sounded, shaking the sky!

Carefree raised his head sharply and looked at this woman intently, although his face was covered with a veil, but the sweet voice, Carefree Zi remembered the "Helan Lan'er" at that time.

The first to come to the stage was a dwarf, between forty or fifty years old, long and dry, wearing a gold ring on his head, a landscape robe on his body, his entire arms were black, a king cobra around his waist, holding an iron flower fan, looking from the inside out, he was a different kind of cultivator.

At this time, he looked impatient and looked at the contestants in the competition area under the stage, "Who dares to come up, try my baby!" Who? "The tone is arrogant, naturally stirring up a thousand waves, a thin and tall man holding a long stick, a single stick, jumped on the stage, and his movements were quite light and sharp." Who is coming? Report the name, "Zhongjing, a thousand stick wolves!" After that, the two began to circle and probe, only to see that he shot first and attacked with a stick! But the dwarf was unhurried, spinning the iron flower fan with one finger, and several iron leaves flew out of the fan in an instant, flying with a swishing sound, and then, the sound stopped! I saw that the so-called wolf with a thousand sticks stood there motionless, and the stick had been raised above his head, but he had not put it down.

"Tick-tock. Tick tock. A-A! ”

Drops of blood remained, making a sound of death, and as he was squeezing his eyebrows, his body burst and emitted a disgusting smell of burning, and just like that, a person who had been alive a moment ago became a concrete and skinless corpse.

"What the hell is this artifact conference, it's clearly the place of life and death!" Sanssouci said in an airlike voice.

"Who else?" This battle is indeed a little too easy for him, and there is no suspense at all, so he is even more arrogant.

Then, one by one, they walked up to the stage, and they were carried down one by one.