Most of the monks in Fang City actually poured in, after all, this is a major event in the past thirty years, affecting the pattern of the world and the kingdom, and being able to watch the three spells, if you can learn a little fur, you can go further in the future.

When everyone walked out of the courtyard gate under the leadership of Lin Wufeng, the master of the gate, the Dharma platform was full of monks around it, leaving only three blank spaces.

Southwest, Yimen.

To the northeast, the earthquake gate.

To the northwest, Genmen.

Dozens of black wooden chairs have already been arranged for everyone to sit down, and they can watch from this position, and everything on the stage is clear at a glance.

Seeing everyone in Yimen approaching, the audience slowly quieted down, one of the top three monks in the immortal cultivation world, how could the momentum of building the foundation of the Great Perfection be comparable to that of ordinary monks?

Only this realm is reversed, if you can go further, it is the Jindan period of moving mountains and seas, how many foundation building monks are wiped out with a wave of your hand, and every word and deed is secretly in line with the power of heaven and earth, under the way of heaven, how can any monk resist?

When Lin Wufeng sat down, everyone also found a place to sit down, surrounding the door master, the cyan piece and the door master's momentum without anger and power, the monks standing not far away actually felt a lot of pressure.

At this moment, all the monks turned their heads in unison, and two groups of monks appeared in the northeast and northwest.

There were yellow monks in the northeast and brown monks in the northwest, and the two leaders came with the same coercion and momentum.

The master of the Zhenmen Gate, Lei Yiming, and the master of the Genmen Gate, Wang Kun, are also the foundation building consummation, and they are both top monks in the immortal cultivation world.

As they watched the two groups of monks slowly take their seats, although the monks felt even more pressure, and even breathed carefully, they felt that this trip was deeply worth it.

Even if it hasn't started yet, but being able to see the demeanor of the top monks should have no regrets in this life.

"Senior brother, junior brother, I haven't seen everyone for thirty years, and this disciple is also worthy of a big responsibility, according to the rules of the fighting law, it should be the first to shake the door, I don't know if the two of you have different opinions?"

Lei Yiming, the master of the earthquake gate, stood up, arched his hand to the two sides, and spoke.

Although this voice was unintentionally roared, it actually carried the charm of bursts of thunder, and the monks even felt numb when they heard it, as if they had been hit by electric shocks, and those who were slightly worse in cultivation were even more convulsed, and their faces were pale.

"Naturally, there is no objection, senior brother, please. The voice as thick as a mountain sounded, it was Wang Kun, the master of the Genmen Gate, and the voice made the monks breathless.

"Senior brother, please. Lin Wufeng, the master of the Yimen Gate, said without changing his face, this voice was different, as elegant as the wind, but the monks could hear it clearly, but they felt ethereal, and they couldn't find a trace, which was very uncomfortable.

"Zhang Shengtian, you go up first and learn the Genmen spell. Lei Yiming said softly.

"Obey the Lord's law. In the middle of the yellow group of cultivators, a short monk stood up, bowed to the thunder, and flew onto the stage.

"I don't know which Taoist friend from Genmen came to give advice?"

Standing on the stage, everyone could see clearly, the height was not as high as ordinary people's shoulders, the face was dark, and a pair of eyes were smart, although they were stared at by countless monks in the audience, but they did not show the slightest stage fright.

This man must be extremely fierce.

"Fang Zhenshu, you go and learn the Zhenmen tricks. The master of the Genmen Gate did not hesitate to order someone, as if he was confident.

"Obey the Lord's law. One of the brown monks stood up, bowed to Wang Kun, and flew onto the altar.

Everyone looked at it, Fang Zhenshu was extremely tall, his face was sickly white, his eyes were squinted, and only occasionally flashed fine light that people didn't dare to look at directly.

One on the stage is tall and one is short, one is black and one is white, separated by more than ten zhang, far away from each other, and his eyes seem to be colliding, but in his heart he is recalling the life deeds of his opponent.

Before coming, I did the greatest possible collection of information about all the disciples who were passing on the disciples, no matter who they were on, they could know their fighting style so that they could take corresponding measures.

Yi Heng also watched quietly, it was not as good as Zeng Yushu beside him who was so engaged, that Zeng Yushu was already so excited that his face was red and black, and the injury from the lightning strike had only recovered a little, and the skin of his whole body was still slightly scorched.

Qiu Xiyin sat next to Liu Qingyi, his face was also red with excitement, and he looked very cute, but his little fist was clenched, and he didn't seem to be afraid, but wanted to rush up and fight.

It's just that Liu Qingyi frowned, looking worried.

Li Yijia sat next to his father, although he saw the fierceness of the people on the stage, but he remembered that after two years of hard training, his eyes showed a proud look again.

"Fang Daoyou, please. Zhang Shengtian's words were as short and concise as a person, and although he didn't have much impression of the person in front of him, he had no fear.

"Zhang Daoyou, please. Fang Zhenshu frowned, because the person on the other side was notorious, I am afraid that this battle ability will be a fluke in the end.

Although there were sparks in the eyes of the two, they also had the demeanor of the disciples of the gate, which made the scattered cultivators in the audience admire.

But then I saw the two of them waving their hands hurriedly, one of them sacrificed two small hammers, and one sacrificed a small mountain, and the spiritual power operated, and the two small hammers instantly became the size of a big bowl, surrounded by blue electric light, and "zizi" sounded.

The hill became larger, more than two feet tall and more wide, and it floated in the air, and it looked extraordinary.

The two didn't seem to want to be tempted, so they directly resorted to their own law.

Only two sounds, "earthquake" and "gen", were heard, and the two big characters that appeared in front of the two of them merged into the small hammer and the small mountain.

With the blessing of this spell, the blue light on the hammer is even worse, and the hill is even thicker.

It's slow, but in fact, the two of them have completed it in a few breaths, their eyes staring at each other, and with a wave of their right hand, their respective magic weapons roared towards each other.

As soon as the hammer made contact with the hill, it was bounced off, and only then did there be two loud noises of "collapse", which shook everyone's ears numbly.

Of course, the strength of the hammer was not as strong as that of the hill, so he saw the hammer fly back, but the electric light on the hammer hit the hill, Fang Zhenshu's mind was connected to the magic weapon, and naturally he was also shocked, his mind was slightly numb, and the hill became even slower.

The hammer retreated to Zhang Shengtian's side, only to see that he had made a decision again, and a shock word was integrated into the hammer again, and the hammer was covered with electric light, roaring towards Fang Zhenshu.

The characteristic of the hill is that it has a strong defense, it is difficult to break through directly, it seems small, but in fact, it may weigh 10,000 catties, but its weakness is that it consumes a lot of spiritual power and is slow.

When the monks in the audience were dazzled, the stage was already about to reach the last moment.

After the tea kung fu passed, Fang Zhenshu was already sweating profusely, commanding Xiaoshan to block the attacking hammer while slowly crashing towards Zhang Shengtian.

If he was hit by this mountain, he would probably be seriously injured even in the later stage of foundation building, but this speed was too slow, and it was more likely that Fang Zhenshu's spiritual power would be exhausted before he reached his body.

Zhang Shengtian was still desperate, constantly blessing the shock word into the hammer, and constantly swinging the hammer to attack, although he tried his best to bypass the hill, but the hill was actually not small.

always hit the hill every time, and although it seemed that it was in vain, Zhang Shengtian was actually secretly proud in his heart.