Luo Xiaoxian defeated Tianrenzi and also got a point.

So far, the eight kings of geniuses have fought each other once.

Wang Qian gets a point, Xiao Chan Wang gets a point, Fan Zizi gets a point, and Luo Xiaoxian gets a point.

The remaining four people have zero points so far.

This kind of result, the winner is naturally very happy, and the defeated are also calm, they are all real geniuses, and the psychological element is not ordinarily good, this kind of temporary success or failure does not mean anything.

In fact, it is true, this is only the first round of competition, and the defeated person does not mean that the strength is not good, there are various factors, such as the opponent encountered, and the supernatural means are just restrained by themselves, so it can also be said to be a non-war crime.

Keep going!

Next, a round of discourse passed, and each of them had a battle with the other seven people.

Wang Gan's second battle was against Fanzi!

This genius disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon True Scripture has been cultivated to an extremely profound level, and there is a mysterious dry bone on his body, with supreme divine power, Wang Luo took out the legendary magic weapon of the Bagua Furnace, and the level has reached the level of the immortal weapon, and he is still defeated by the mysterious dry bone.

Wang Qian didn't dare to be careless, for the mysterious dry bone, he vaguely felt that it was the skeleton of a supreme demon venerable, which should be the bone of the demon ancestor that Fan Zizai said. At that level, the whole body has been tempered to an incredible point, not to mention a dry bone, even a hair, can be killed in a hole, a terrible mess.

At the beginning of the discussion between the two, the Heavenly Demon True Scripture of Brahman was used to the extreme, and the heavenly demons were supernatural, forming a mysterious and mysterious ocean, wanting to drown Wang Qian in a demonic realm.

But whether it is the Heavenly Demon True Pupil, or the Heavenly Demon Hand, the Infinite Demon Sound, and all kinds of supernatural means, for Wang Qian, the threat is not very big.

After cultivating to the realm of the Yuan Fetus, Wang Gan has accumulated a lot of experience in cultivation, and his experience is not comparable to ordinary people, plus there are two old antiques around him, Qingniu and Bi Fang, the continuous teaching, the advantage in this regard is too great, for cultivation, he has begun to form his own set of understanding.

For example, when encountering the Heavenly Demon Method, all kinds of mysterious and vicious magical powers, either turning people into gods, or cutting off people's bodies, can be described as the means of demons in the demons, but Wang Qian can now be said to be the unity of good and evil, he not only practiced the supreme masculine refining power of the Nine Turns Refining Body Technique, but also practiced the legendary immortal secret book left by the generals.

There are many vicious and evil magic powers recorded in it, which are many times more subtle than the Heavenly Demon True Scripture, so now, no matter what magic powers Brahma is exerting, Wang Qian is at ease, as if he sees through a qiē, directly cuts into his flaws and weaknesses, and counterattacks.

As his comprehension of the way of the bitter sea becomes more and more profound, Wang Qian's every move now is a strong martial art, containing mysteries, and the bitter sea qi machine fills the world and suppresses the opponent's soul and wisdom.

Boom Boom!

The fists and feet are like a reckless dragon, the strong strength, shaking the sky, Wang Gan's body is infinite and indestructible, after dozens of rounds, Fan Zizai has no way to gain an advantage.

As a last resort, he once again sacrificed the bones of the Demon Ancestor, a dry bone, suspended in the void, a large area of pitch-black demonic energy, extremely pure, and the light flowed, as if the infinite Dao rhyme was constantly deducing and changing.

This is the result of no way, Fan Zizi finally understood that Wang Gan fought all the way, and he also saw a lot, knowing that this person was his great enemy, but at the beginning, he saw Wang Gan's battle, there were almost no changes in supernatural powers, and he was completely pressing people with force, punching and kicking, clear and clear.

But at this moment, he finally understood that Wang Gan's seemingly clear fist and foot kung fu was really dealt with, it was not like that at all, every move and style of his had a mysterious and mysterious Dao rhyme, that kind of Dao rhyme, lingering, like rivers, lakes and seas, slashing constantly, constantly eroding his magical powers, soul and sanity, it seemed that there was not much threat, but as time passed, the feeling of being tied up became more and more obvious.

He naturally didn't know that Wang Qian was now on the road to comprehending the path of the bitter sea, striding forward, since the time when the spiritual mind communicated with the legendary bitter sea, his comprehension of the Tao has been improving all the time.

What made him even more horrified was that his heavenly demon supernatural powers were originally known for their unpredictable, mysterious and evil powers, and they could attract the monk's inner demons, which made people sink, but this qiē was completely useless to Wang Gan, and he could even feel that what he was facing was not a young monk at all, as if he was a peerless old demon, and he knew better than himself about his own demonic exercises, and all the flaws and weaknesses could be detected by others, which was very terrifying, and a trace of cold sweat continued to flow from his back.

There was no way, he had no choice but to repeat the old trick again, and use the power of the Demon Ancestor's bones to directly suppress Wang Gan, a terrible enemy.

Rumble!

The pitch-black Demon Dao Kingdom descended again, and many young people on the dojo shouted in their hearts.

Fanzi's move must be Cheng Dù, which also shows that he has no other way to deal with Wang Qian, and can only rely on this last hole card to suppress others.

"This is free, it's this set again, it's too shameless!"

"Hmph, what's shameless about this, didn't you see how terrible that dry bone is just now? It's just that God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and punishes Buddha, if I have this kind of hole card, I have no scruples, and if I see anyone who is unhappy, I will directly suppress him!"

Many young disciples sat on the cloud bed, constantly discussing, some disdainful, some supportive, in short, chaotic.

Wang Dao, Zhou Qing and several disciples of Qingyunmen, at this time, they didn't care about other people's discussions, and their eyes were staring at the dojo, very nervous.

"This dry bone is too terrible, I don't know if Wang Qian has a way to do it!"

"No one knows this, this dry bone is invincible, last time Wang Luo held an immortal-level gossip furnace in his hand, he didn't fight anyone, Wang Qian, I don't know what means he can deal with!"

They can only be nervous for a while, and nothing else can be done.

"Haha, Fan Zizai, you dry bones, you are indeed very powerful, but I am not Wang Luo, it is difficult for you to suppress me!"

Wang Gan laughed loudly, Wang Luo, who was watching the battle on the side, immediately had black lines on his face, Wang Gan's words were so hateful, they were completely hitting him.

Several other kings of geniuses are also very helpless, although this means is shameless, but you can't say anything, everyone has their own hole cards, but no one dares to say that their own hole cards can fight over this dry bone.

"Hmph, this is free, it's too unpleasant, everyone is talking about it, it's just to rely on real kung fu, take out this dry bone at every turn to scary, it's shameless, and you too, there are a lot of bells and whistles magic spells, look at me and Wang Gan, that's the real knife and gun, punch and kick to fight, how bloody, how intense!"

Xiao Jinpeng's golden eyes rolled over, chattering endlessly, and accidentally counted all the other six people.

"Xiao Jinpeng, you, hmph, you and Wang Gan, you are embarrassed to say that you are monks?

Luo Xiaoxian frowned and glared at Xiao Jinpeng fiercely.

However, this genius king of southern Xinjiang didn't pay attention to it at all, and he was still muttering in his mouth.

"Cut, isn't it just good-looking? One day I will go to southern Xinjiang to look for it, I don't believe I can't find a prettier than you, when the time comes, see how majestic you are!"

Although his voice was weak, who were the others? They all listened to it word for word, and some people wanted to laugh out loud at the moment, and finally thought of Luo Xiaoxian's horror, and they held back hard one by one.

"Little Jinpeng, what are you talking about!"

Luo Xiaoxian's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she was almost about to fight with Xiao Jinpeng.