Ling Tian slowly came to the main hall and looked at the competition in the Tianyun Realm, which had already ended, and all that was left was the competition of the Venerable Lord Realm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It just so happened that when the old man saw Ling Tianlai, his worried mind had already been put down.

The matter of this big gift was planned with the help of the Demon King and the old man, but the auction and competition in this market were a little different from the past, not just the competition, of course, everyone didn't know before the competition, including him Ling Tian didn't know.

This competition is not only about getting rich rewards, but also about a secret place of trial.

That is a being that explores a higher level.

I heard that some of the people inside went in and disappeared directly, and some people came out to improve a big realm.

This kind of secret has always been hidden in the heart of the old man who presides, and he has not told anyone else.

And, most amazingly, those who came in and out were also silent, becoming a mystery.

Looking at Ling Tian coming to the main hall, the old man smiled and said, "This time, the competition of my Demon Domain Great Gift, the first is to learn about the cultivation of the young people of the major forces, and the second thing is a very important thing. That's why I'm putting it off until now. ”

The eyes of those Emperor Yun Realm powerhouses of the major forces glanced at the old man on the stage with sharp eyes.

The old man walked leisurely, his face was light, and he said with a smile: "I think you also know that whether it is the human race, the demon race, the demon race, the wood race, the Suzuki clan, etc., there have been strong people for a while, but in the end, they don't know where to go, and it has become a big secret of all races." ”

Originally, there were some people who didn't care much, but when they heard the old man say this, they were concentrated.

Even Ling Tian and the six demon kings beside him raised their heads one after another.

It seems that the identity of the old man has been brought up again by his words, who is this person?

"But these people have one thing in common, they have all entered a secret realm, and this secret realm has been transferred to an enchantment in the demon realm this time, and it is almost time to enter the present world. ”

"What does that have to do with this competition?" someone asked, confused.

Since so many people participated in the competition, I think there is a quota limit, but those young heroes who did not come missed it?

"It's related to the competition, but it doesn't have much to do with it, the secret realm will choose the people who enter. But after this competition, you pass through the breath of this black stone, and you have a better chance of entering, and the top five people will definitely be able to enter. There is a restriction in this secret realm, that is, people who are below the age of twenty in the Emperor Yun realm. The old man no longer sold the guanzi, and said unhurriedly.

Hearing this, the top five people in the Rhyme Realm competition that day showed joy one after another.

And there is no competition with the young people of the Venerable Lord Realm, they are looking forward to it.

"I see!" Those Emperor Yun Realm cultivators who were still excited were a little sorry after hearing this, they were born at the wrong time.

Those who can reach their level have not been tempered by a lot of hardships.

"Okay, I'll talk more about the rest, let's still follow the rules, draw lots in turn to determine the order of the game, as for the demon lord of my demon domain, although the last game was the first to be recognized, but he doesn't take advantage of you, and he will draw lots with you in turn. ”

Hearing this, those who competed were relieved.

The order of the draw was quickly completed, and Ling Tian was actually looking forward to competing with that young man for his own competition, because this young man was not even visible in the last game.

Being able to bluff the two and two old men of the Yuan family's Emperor Yun Realm, it seems that this person not only has that layer of identity, but also his own strength can not be ignored by anyone, that is a person from the ninth layer of the Lord Realm.

Ling Tian drew a number three, and according to the rules, it was the number fifteen against the fourteenth, and they took turns in turn. It was the person who drew the No. 1 to advance directly in this game. All that's left is a two-on-two battle, and one win will advance.

Looking at the young man on the stage, it was a monk from the Central Domain Buddhism, and his opponent No. 14 was a young man from the Southern Barbarians, this young man was dressed like an iron tower, and it was not in vain that he came from the forces of the Southern Barbarians.

The two got on the high platform and hugged each other's fists.

"Hehe, this little monk from the Middle Domain Buddhism, you have to pay attention. The man from the iron tower from Nanban said with a smile.

"Let's get started!" said a slow voice from the old man.

The man from the Nanban in the field was a lunge, standing up, his fists clenched tightly.

There was an earth-shattering sound from the high platform, because his horse was stepping away.

The monk from Buddhism, his body moved, and he instantly came to the young man of the iron tower in the strength of the Southern Barbarians, and the two of them collided together.

The young monk from Buddhism appeared with a golden body, and the golden light wrapped him.

Instead, he resisted the fist of the tower youth.

Ling Tian's eyelids jumped.

These two people are cultivating a kind of mental method of supreme rigidity and yang, and he, Ling Tian, in the body of this monk, has shown the Buddha rhyme of his own cultivation, and he has seen the technique of forging the body in the young man of the iron tower.

It's amazing.

Compared with the two of them, the difference is not one or two points.

Fortunately, his Ling Tian's main cultivation was about some demon clans.

He remembered that the two pairs of senior brothers and sisters he met in Lingyun Sect at that time felt close to him, and now seeing this monk again, it made him unbelievable.

Because Buddhism is logically a monk, but the real Buddhism is a disciple of the lay family, just like the pair of brothers and sisters who feel close to themselves.

It seems that you should ask if you have the opportunity, and you can't just focus on cultivation and miss the opportunity to get to know these people.

On the stage, both of them were bare-handed, and no one used magic weapons.

The order of the draw is also very ingenious.

A fist shadow rose up with the figure of the young man in the iron tower, and quickly rushed towards the monk of the Buddha Gate.

With the sound of whirring wind.

And the monk who was not far away who had been protected by the golden body stepped on the ground with his big feet, making the test platform sound loudly.

Fortunately, this high platform was specially built for the competition, and it was solidified by the strong, but it was not broken.

His whole body flew up in a spiral, and the golden body seemed to move on its own, and with the fist in his hand, a golden fist figure was raised.

Collide with the tower youth again.

Bang!

The waves of qi dispersed, and the bodies of the two of them flew upside down.

As soon as their bodies hit the ground, they got up in the air, and the two glanced at each other, and they could see a look of surprise from each other.

"Come again!"

A grin broke out on the corner of the tower's young man's mouth, and he narrowed the distance between him and the monk again.

Although the distance was closer, this time I saw the young man of the tower turn his fists into palms and struck three palms towards the void.

Click, click!

The void seemed to be shattered by his palm.

The monk on the side, his eyes were full of anger, and a golden phantom shadow appeared again to protect his body, only to see his gesture of subduing the demon seal to form a seal.

The enchantment around him, which was separated by the magic rhyme, trembled backwards with his seal.

The moves that the two had been planning for a long time changed direction and blasted towards their opponents.

The people in the main hall were the first to see the moves between different regions.

I didn't expect that two young people from the third layer of the Lord Realm could create such a big scene.

Looking at the two of them, Ling Tian faced up to a young man like himself for the first time.

"This is Xiong Hui from Nanban, this monk is from the top five existences in the first generation of the Central Domain Buddhism, Gu Zhi. Liu Qingyan seemed to see Ling Tian's shock and introduced him.

"Xiong Hui, Gu Zhi!" Ling Tian read the names of the two softly, silently remembering them in his heart.

As the two of them had warmed up, a scepter and iron rod flashed out.

The two of them are not fighting for flesh at this time, but competing in martial arts, and they seem to be extremely conceited.

Looking at the scepter radiating golden light, it was pinched in the hand of the dove zhi, and the iron rod that exuded black gas in the sky was carried on Xiong Hui's shoulder.

The pose looks like an intermission between the two.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two are competing in a unique way.

When they stood in the air with a stick of incense, the two of them were no longer vigorous.

The dove was moved, and the scepter in his hand was shining with a golden white light, like a Buddha adding to his body.

This is a unique attribute of the scepter, and it turned out to be a spirit-level magic weapon.

Seeing that Ling Tian's eyes were shining brightly, didn't he say that Yue Ling Pavilion would only refine one or twenty spirit-level magic weapons every year?

Looking closely, Ling Tian found that this scepter was not refined, but belonged to the unique magic weapon of Buddhism.

The young people in the hall looked at them in shock, as if they were cheering for the two of them, and they seemed to be worried about Xiong Hui from the Nanban region.

Xiong Hui also moved, his body did not seem to be as bulky as before, but instead swept up an afterimage, and the iron rod in his hand was thrown in front of him.

It's just that when everyone looked at it again, they were already pinched by Xiong Hui in their hands, and they saw him wave his big hand, as if he wanted to stir up the demonic energy on the test table.

Two strong breaths instantly burst out, like two torrents, colliding together.

Whew!

A tearing sound rang out in everyone's ears.

The old man on the high platform struck out a magic rhyme, consolidating the light mask that was almost torn apart.

If those two forces were allowed to burst out, these Heavenly Yun Realm cultivators in the main hall under the stage would be directly swallowed.

"It's terrible!" exclaimed the crowd.

In the coming year, the furious power of the various Venerable Lord Realms could reach such power, and it could be regarded as the real strength of the Demon Domain Dabi this time.

Ling Tian was also formal, this posture was many times bigger than when he and Wei Zhaoming were compared.

There are demons in any region, and they not only live under the halo, but they are also worthy of the name.

On the high platform, after a long time, the fog dissipated, and everyone clearly saw two figures, both looking at each other.

They all still have the strength to fight.

The crowd was also staring at the high platform vigorously, and the two of them were half-pounded from the beginning to the present.

I don't know which one is stronger or weaker?

"It's moving again!" I don't know who spoke.

There were afterimages between the bodies of the two people on the high platform, but they were very different, one was a golden light, and the other was a pitch-black and terrifying.

Although this Xiong Hui's momentum is black, it is fundamentally different from the demonic qi of the Demon Domain, and his aura is an attribute manifestation of cultivating the mental method.

Click, click!

The cracked sound sounded again, and a more terrifying aura than before condensed, and the two of them were already planning to use all their strength.

The golden body became more solid, the golden light of the scepter was magnificent, and the black shadow was pitch black, and the remnants of the stick were bursting.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Xiong Hui exerted his strength, and all the remnants of the sticks gathered, as if he hadn't moved just now, but everyone present could see that he had condensed his sharp breath.

"Na!" A clear and loud Sanskrit voice also fell out of Gu Zhi's mouth, and the scepter turned into golden light and directly submerged into the golden body.

"What a move, the golden body and the law!" "The war-loving side is also looking at it.

The fight between the two, at first glance, is one with all his strength, and the other is desperate to make moves.

Bang!

The stick slammed directly towards the golden body, and the sound of the golden body law phase shattering sounded.

Just one flew out.

"It's that little monk, it's a pity, I don't fight back when I get to this hand!"

It's just that as soon as the voice was finished, someone in the audience did exclaim.

What people saw was the little monk Jiuzhi standing on the high platform, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and outside the high platform was a young man lying on the ground with an iron tower.

"Defeated!"

Xiong Hui of this tower youth, everyone thought he won, but in the end he lost. (To be continued.) )