"I, a monk in the Ancient Wilderness Realm, have always been hospitable, whether it is an immortal in the heavens, or a warrior in the world, everyone who comes is a guest, but my Ancient Wilderness Realm is very powerful, the power of strength, and those who are good at it are the nobles of my Moon Palace.

This time, the six and four sects of the Ancient Desolation Three Continents are overthrown, and the two parties are at the right time, so it is better to compare their strength with my Ancient Desolation monks! ”

The Great Elder of Mochizuki Palace is undefeated, he is an old man with crane hair and a childish face, with a single braid, not tall, and a strange aura, giving people a very sharp feeling, glancing at the immortals and warriors, "Of course, the winner is paid!" ”

Pointing to the mountain of rewards piled up on the stone platform, "Choose any one, however, that Moon Hunting Heavenly God Bow is a true immortal ancient martial art, an innate spirit treasure, and you must get the first place to get the right to use it for one month!" What do you think? ”

"Brother Mochizuki said it properly, naturally there is no reason, my immortal clan is very powerful, and I used to compete in the sky often to compete for divine power, and now I am a guest in Mochizuki Palace, I might as well try it!"

Chilian Xianjun is a young man with a brocade dress and jade belt, a golden crown and a bundle of hair, a little fiery red three-eyed mole in the center of his eyebrows, a thin figure, a pointed chin, a pair of eyes with a look of ten thousand years of sharpness, and a fairy aura on his body.

As he spoke, his eyes looked directly at Jiang Taibai with a little contempt.

"The same goes for the warriors!"

Jiang Taibai's words were few, but his tone was very calm.

"The same goes for the Ancient Desolation Monk!"

The indigenous monks all around bowed their heads.

"Good!"

Mochizuki Undefeated pointed to a mist of aura in front of him, where there was a huge square platform, on which there was a statue of a god hundreds of years long, the statue had a realm on each shoulder, and a handleless Mitsubishi sword was inserted in the belly of the statue, "This is a statue of a great god from before the ancient wilderness, that handleless sword was left by an unknown master back then, the sword weighs the power of thirty dragons, the god is blessed, and it has an unknown mystery, you can try to wrestle in pairs, how the strength of the god statue will be presented in the realm of divine power through the sky, and the winner will move, Time thirty breaths, please! ”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in all directions instantly became depressed.

For the indigenous monks, wrestling to repel outsiders is the top priority, and for the immortals and warriors, winning the first place is the only way to survive and hope!

You can only wrestle for your life!

"As the host, my Ancient Desolate Monk is naturally the first to go!"

Not far away, among a group of red-clothed indigenous monks, an old man said in a deep voice, and then waved his hand, a fat man in red with a height of one foot jumped onto the square platform, the ground shook violently, looked around at the immortals and warriors, and saluted with fists: "Please!" ”

Said to be fat, not really fat, a body of knotted muscles bulging high, extremely strong, giving people a sense of fierceness like a wild beast, although there is no wrestling, but the faint appearance of power, only afraid of ...... No less than a hundred True Dragons!

"Who is this person?"

Among the warriors, Xu Yuanjun looked around, his eyebrows were tightly locked, just like Mochizuki Palace had speculated on the power of immortals and warriors, they naturally also estimated the power of natives and immortals, and even ranked the top fifteen candidates, and others didn't mention it.

How could the first of the indigenous monks be so powerful?

The Red Lian Immortal Monarch on the opposite side also had a dark face.

"Wisteria Palace, good means!"

Mochizuki laughed undefeated and asked, "Heavenly and earthly, which one will come first?" ”

Among the martial artists, Su Chen stepped forward in a hurry, but as soon as he raised his foot, he was stopped by Jiang Baili wielding his true yuan power, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't be reckless, try his strength first!" ”

Su Chen smiled and stopped.

"I'll try!"

Among the immortals, a majestic immortal with white hair jumped onto the stage and bowed: "Please!" ”

"Please!"

At the same time, the two of them placed one hand on the Mitsubishi sword blade on both sides of the belly of the statue of the great god.

The tall body of the indigenous monk shook, and the purple qi was barred, and the divine power was highlighted.

The immortal was dressed in a white immortal aura, his body was tense, and a three-legged golden black shadow appeared behind him.

"Hum—"

"Hum—"

The Divine Power Heavenly Realm on both shoulders of the statue of the Great Force God lit up at the same time.

Indigenous Monk [One Hundred and Seven True Dragon Powers]

Immortal [One Hundred and Three True Dragon Power]

The immortal's face changed suddenly.

Since it is a wrestling, it is natural to go all out, although this indigenous monk only has the power of four dragons more than him, but the power of these four dragons is a difference of tens of millions of catties.

"Whew-"

The piercing grinding sound resounded in all directions, making people's eardrums hurt, and the Mitsubishi sword slowly moved towards the side of the immortal.

Thirty breaths pass in the blink of an eye.

The immortal smiled bitterly and gave up: "This benevolent brother of the Wisteria Palace, with so much strength, is invincible. ”

Leap back.

"Whew-"

The Mitsubishi sword miraculously resets itself.

"Take!"

The native monk of the Wisteria Palace laughed and looked at the immortal and martial arts camp, "Who else?" ”

It's somewhat arrogant.

Immortals and martial artists all breathed a sigh of relief, the power of one hundred and seven true dragons, it is easy to say, but in this way, most people don't need to compare, starting with a hundred, even the Chilian Immortal Jun and Jiang Taibai's predecessors may not have it, and most of the people will be brushed down in an instant.

"Whew-"

Many people's tense nerves relaxed.

"Tiger You! You go! ”

Xu Yuanjun suddenly spoke.

"Whoa!"

Among the warriors, a man with a stocky figure and a fleshy face answered in a muffled voice and slowly walked towards the aura platform.

"Xinzhuo."

Xue Ji didn't know when she arrived at Xin Zhuo's side, and said in a low voice, "What do you think?" Xinzhuo? ”

Xin Zhuo had just come back from his daze, he was pondering the rationality of this wrestling, if Mochizuki Palace made a move, wouldn't it be who wanted to win and who would? After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was okay, Jiang Taibai and the Immortal Clan's Chilian Xianjun and the others were not fools, and said, "What? ”

Xue Ji said: "What do you think of this wrestling?" ”

Xin Zhuo thought for a while and said seriously: "It's simple, it's simple, it's not difficult." ”

Xue Ji glanced at him and said: "It's not difficult, it's difficult that I don't have such power, Shizun originally wanted to ask me to try, I have the divine power of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, but I only have the power of one hundred and five true dragons, this native of the Wisteria Palace, brushed me down at once, it's very boring, and I thought I had a competition today." What about you? Are you sure? ”

Xin Zhuo said: "Yes! ”

His voice was not deliberately suppressed, he said it clearly and clearly, and he did not avoid people, he just wanted to go up.

"Uhhh

More than a dozen warriors around him looked at him with a little surprise in their eyes.

It was Jiang Taibai, Xu Yuanjun and Jiang Baili who looked at him puzzled.

Wrestling can't be done with the help of spiritual treasures, magic weapons and special items, and the pure thing of strength is vain, even if you have a magical spell that can increase your strength, you must always use your body as a medium, which will more or less reveal a trace in your words and deeds, such as Su Chen, who looks very powerful.

On the other hand, Xin Zhuo, with a well-proportioned figure, is not strong, has elegant manners, and is like water, at first glance he is not a good person, how can he dare to say that he is also sure of the master of the power of one hundred and seven true dragons?

Su Chen rebuked in a deep voice: "Ignorant junior child, this matter is related to the overall situation of the life and death of the master in the world, how can you talk nonsense, when you are coaxing a girl?" ”

Xin Zhuo was silent, too lazy to answer, arguing with this kind of person would only end up in tears.

At this moment, on the aura platform, the winner has been divided, and the warrior Tiger You [One Hundred and Ten True Dragon Power] has won.

The man from the Wisteria Palace was not discouraged, smiled indifferently, and retreated.

"Hundred Birds Pavilion Sun will not return!"

Another native monk jumped to the Reiki platform. (End of chapter)