After a night of refining medicinal power and imparting the essence of the Demon Dao, Zhou Jiuhui's strength can be said to have skyrocketed by three thousand zhang, which is no longer the same.

By the time dawn came, the disciples of all the major sects had already gathered around the Heavenly Demon Dao Contest Table.

It seems that today's duel is definitely much more exciting than the first round.

Moreover, most people want to see the strength of the Demon Dao Wizard of the Blood Devouring Gate.

In the early morning, Lan Aojun took Zhou Jiuhui out of the wing room and came to the one-acre three-point land where Tianzemen was located.

The demon bear, which can be described as stupid, is still sparing no effort to devour the half-cooked fat cow.

This is yesterday, the dinner that Liu Yu prepared for him, there are about twenty heads, such a devouring state, it has lasted for a whole night, but it still looks a little unfinished.

"Door master, what's wrong with you, what happened last night?"

At the first glance of seeing Lan Aojun, Xiao Qiushui saw that Lan Aojun's true yuan was weak, although he had passed through the supply of pills, there must still be some gaps from before.

However, when Xiao Qiushui saw the smug Zhou Jiuhui excitedly brandishing the Spirit Folding Knife, he already understood what was going on.

"You have forcibly instilled cultivation in him?...... This is also unlikely, with the cultivation of the middle stage of psychic, it can't be absorbed no matter what, what is going on?" Xiao Qiushui exclaimed.

However, Liu Yu on the side, at this moment, has already seen dumbfounded.

Immediately, Lan Aojun told him everything that happened yesterday, and Xiao Qiushui suddenly realized.

However, the power of the immortal medicine in Zhou Jiuhui's body was a little unbelievable, after all, it had taken Lan Aojun nearly fifty years of cultivation, which was quite terrifying.

At this time, Liu Yu smiled and said, "Door master, you are a little selfish, all the time spent all night on this kid...... Don't forget, there is a girl in today's competition, her enemy, but the Demon Dao Wizard Nine Demon Lords. ”

Lan Aojun said in a somewhat gloomy voice: "It is precisely because of this that I didn't help the girl, the difference in strength between them is too big...... I just hope that the girl is not too competitive, and that it is enough to be safe. ”

I don't know when, Lan Jun quietly appeared behind his father, and said with an aggrieved face: "Dad is just eccentric, now that stinky boy is higher than me, what kind of master are you doing, hum...... I don't believe I can't win the Nine Demon Lords. ”

Lan Aojun sighed deeply and said, "Girl, there are some things that can't be forced...... You can win the first round, and Daddy is satisfied. ”

"I don't care, after I win, my father will also help me improve my cultivation, I will take as much as he takes, I just don't care ......"

Lan Aojun could only smile helplessly when he saw his daughter's rudeness.

......

At this time, the first battle has begun, and the Nethermen is against the Nine Heteroscope.

Although it is said that six hundred years ago, the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect, Jin Zhujiu, disappeared for no reason, but over the years, Yao Yanyue has taken care of this sect in an orderly manner, especially the creation of the art of charm, and now there are many masters.

The female disciple with a stunning appearance used the charm technique to confuse the opponent's mind, and at the same time used the magic technique to conquer it.

It didn't take long for the disciple of the Netherworld Sect to be defeated.

After all, on the basis of the same cultivation, the Nine Pyloric Sect was obviously slightly superior.

At this time, the Demon Land appeared in the center of the stage, opened the white list, and raised his voice: "In the next game, Lan Jun of Tianzemen will face the Nine Demon Lords of the Blood Devouring Gate." ”

Speaking of this, the face of the Demon Land also changed slightly, and he obviously paid more attention to the name of the Nine Demon Lords.

Walking back to his seat, Mo Tian's expression was a little dignified, and he said in a low voice: "Nine Demon Lords, he is finally going to appear, but I am more worried that it is Lan Jun......! This victory and defeat is really unsuccessful. ”

At this time, the demon land also nodded helplessly.

This battle has not yet started, but everyone already knows the result.

After all, the difference in strength between these two people is too great.

Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Lan Jun rushed to the test table angrily, raised "Changqing", and said loudly: "Who is the Nine Demon Lords, get out of here for Miss Ben!"

Lan Jun's open-mouthedness and lack of tutoring are well known to everyone, so the surrounding disciples are not curious.

In the midst of everyone's extremely expectant eyes and thunderous applause, a black fog suddenly rolled up in the center of the test table.

At the same time, a powerful True Yuan Force suddenly swept the scene, causing the surrounding disciples to take a step back.

"Such a powerful True Yuan Force, such a cultivation, at least in the early stage of Lingxuan. Xiao Qiushui exclaimed.

In terms of cultivation, the Nine Demon Lords did not have an obvious advantage over the rest of the Demon Dao elites.

And the terrifying thing is that after so many years of his mastery of the magic of the Demon Dao, I am afraid that only Yi Changfeng knows how strong his strength is.

In an instant, the viscous black mist dissipated, and a figure appeared in the expectant and horrified gazes of everyone.

Nine Demon Lords!

The man looked to be in his early twenties, but no one knew how high his cultivation was.

I saw him, dressed in a gray-black, somewhat tattered robe, his face was like an eternal glacier, without any emotional fluctuations, and a scar hung obliquely on his cheek, but it did not destroy his handsome face in the slightest, and gave people a cold feeling.

Under this invisible coercion, Lan Jun's face was a little pale, and his chest was also rising and falling, but the enthusiasm of that competitive heart was not reduced in the slightest.

Holding Changqing across his chest, Lan Jun snorted coldly: "You are the Nine Demon Lords, you look weird, this name is worthy of you...... Come on, Miss Ben is not afraid of you!"

The Nine Demon Monarchs glanced at Lan Jun coldly, but he didn't sacrifice any blades, and slowly spit out a few words in his mouth: "Miss Lan, please ......"

Lan Jun saw that he didn't sacrifice any weapons, and immediately said angrily: "Dare to look down on Miss Ben, look for death!"

Lan Aojun looked at the scene on the stage nervously, his eyes showed an extremely worried look, and said in a deep voice: "Qiushui, residual hatred, if there is a situation, immediately step forward to help...... If Yi Changfeng dares to intervene, I will deal with it!"

"Don't worry, master, the girls are all our goddaughters now...... No matter what, we won't let her be hurt!" Xiao Qiushui and Liu Yu nodded one after another.

Zhou Jiuhui was also standing next to the stage, holding a spirit folding knife, and whispered to himself: "This little devil will only bully me on weekdays, but he can only be bullied by me, it seems that when the time comes, it is necessary to help him!"

......

"Stinky boy, let you see how powerful I am!" Lan Jun's face was furious, and a cold light flowed out of the evergreen, quietly changing its form as the true yuan continued to operate.

In an instant, that cold light transformed into four sharp True Yuan Forces, piercing the void and shooting straight towards the Nine Demon Lords.

The Nine Demon Lords pulled their eyelids, looking lifeless, and did not lift any of their spirits for this.

On the contrary, he took a step back slowly, his wide sleeves flew up, and the true yuan in his body was running extremely fast, and a true yuan force gushed out, twisting with the cold light, and was instantly shattered clean.

The movements of the Nine Demon Lords, in the eyes of everyone, seemed so light, and could even be said to be effortless.

Seeing this, Motian sighed: "Sure enough, I didn't expect that these Nine Demon Lords would improve so quickly." ”

Demon Land nodded slightly, and said, "No wonder he doesn't sacrifice his blade...... It turned out that this competition was already under his control. ”

On the test table, Lan Jun saw that his first wave of attacks was easily cracked by the Nine Demon Lords, and his face immediately turned red.

I saw her figure move, appearing in mid-air, with one left hand, she grabbed the sky fiercely, and said: "Heavenly Demon Dao, Second Style, Soul Devouring Blade!"

Suddenly, dozens of blood-red True Yuan Blades appeared in the void, but they did not shoot out.

Lan Jun snorted coldly, his right hand drove the Evergreen Sword, the sword light overflowed, and the dozens of Soul Devouring Blades, following the trajectory of the sword light, suddenly shot out towards the Nine Demon Lords, and the castration was fierce.

At this moment, an incomprehensible sneer suddenly appeared on the face of the Nine Demon Lords.

In the wide sleeved robe, the miserable white palm stretched out, as if the true yuan power was condensed in the palm of the palm.

I saw him push suddenly, and a huge and incomparably large True Yuan Force erupted like a great river of the Yangtze River.

The dark black True Yuan Force shook suddenly, and everyone exclaimed in surprise, and it could be clearly seen with the naked eye that the void had collapsed slightly.

Zhou Jiuhui's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "What a powerful true yuan!"

"Oops!" Xiao Qiushui and Liu Yuhan exclaimed at the same time.

I saw that the dozens of Soul Devouring Blades, the moment they touched the dark black True Yuan Force, they were like paper paste, and they shattered.

However, that true yuan force was not exhausted, and the speed did not decrease and roared towards Lan Jun.

Lan Jun was shocked, instinctively raised the Evergreen Sword, and the huge True Yuan Force suddenly crashed into the sword body of the Evergreen Sword.

The dull impact and the trembling of the sword body rang out at the same time.

Lan Jun's body, like a fallen leaf in the wind, exploded and retreated! However, fortunately, it did not land, and according to the rules, it was not considered a loss.

The Nine Demon Lord's eyes narrowed, as if he was surprised, she could actually withstand such a heavy blow.

Lan Jun barely froze her figure, but a trace of blood still flowed from her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper.

At this time, Lan Aojun's heart, as if it was tense on the string, said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for the magic stone casting soldiers like the konjac heavenly spirit, I'm afraid the girl would have been seriously injured, alas, ......"

Lan Jun's stubbornness, he knows best in his heart, and it is absolutely impossible to let her admit defeat now.