Before Chen Sheng used the secret method, Cui Fangbai didn't pay attention to it, but he heard some news from the mouths of others and felt familiar, so he came to watch the battle today.

But I didn't expect this look, and the memories that had been hidden somewhere in my heart for many years rushed out again.

His eyes were staring at the thin figure, combined with what Chen Sheng said when he met him several times before, Cui Fangbai suddenly woke up.

The hair was tied up high, and Cui Fangbai's originally smooth forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

"This person, I'm going to decide!"

Announcing the verdict silently in his heart, Cui Fangbai looked at the young man again, his eyes, temperament and mood were no longer free and easy, and they were replaced by a sense of perseverance.

The so-called extraordinary people must have extraordinary thoughts, Cui Fangbai always has a high mountain in his heart, and the peerless figure sitting on the top of the mountain.

Today's events, whoever stops will die!

This genius monk appointed by the Immortal Venerable doesn't mind letting the world see his edge.

Chen Sheng half-arched, his eyes staring straight at his opponent, without distraction.

Under this wordless pressure, Lu Rusong almost wanted to collapse, and when his mind was lost, his eyes were blood-red, and he was actually a demon in his heart.

"Chen Sheng, I want you to die!" A roar that did not look like a human was emitted from his throat, and a huge spiritual power fluctuation erupted in Lu Rusong's body, and he swept forward, the long sword in his hand was dyed red with blood.

"Pathetic!" The corners of his mouth were a little sneering, if Lu Rusong still had some hope before, but this time into the demon, no matter whether he won or lost this battle, the foundation of the Qi Mansion in his body would definitely be destroyed, and even if it was repaired with elixir, he would not be able to enter the realm at all.

Since then, Lu Rusong's road to immortality has been completely cut off.

Sighing in his heart, Chen Sheng stabbed out with his sword, and when the two swords were about to collide, his wrist twisted, and he pushed the force away with a skillful force.

Immediately, before Lu Rusong could react, he turned around and knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his sword, and after doing all this, Chen Sheng could be regarded as breathing a sigh of relief, and muttered: "How much of the foundation can be left depends on your creation." ”

Indifferently throwing it on the ground, Chen Sheng looked up at Gu Yong.

"Winner, Chen Sheng!"

As soon as Gu Yong's words fell, Lu Linghuai's figure appeared in the center of the ring, looking down at Lu Rusong, who was asleep, with a complicated expression.

After a while, he said loudly: "I will accept your love for this matter." ”

Chen Sheng spread his hands and was noncommittal.

Got out of the ring with a light smile and began to repair the injuries in his body cross-legged, and when it came to the foundation building period, the sequelae of using the secret method became more and more serious, Chen Sheng was physically strong, and with the treatment of some Aoki Jue, it didn't take long to recover seventy or eighty percent.

It's just that before the injury is completely healed, Chen Sheng can't use the secret method anymore.

Soon, a new round of battles began, and the monks who could hold out until this time were not easy to match, or advanced in cultivation or had many means.

In short, it's not easy to deal with.

Under Gu Yong's deliberate care, the competition between Chen Sheng and Bai Yushan was staggered, and instead left a slightly weaker one for the former and chose a stronger one for the latter.

All the sects can see the selfishness in it, but they don't have the intention of revealing it.

The stronger the battle, the more able to show the means, and the most sought-after people in the past many conferences have appeared in the last few battles.

Chen Sheng and Bai Yushan glanced at each other, and walked into the ring very tacitly, but the opponents they faced were in very different moods.

The short monk opposite Chen Sheng, who had poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, was stunned for a few breaths, and scolded, "I really stepped on when I went out, and I got home!"

A little stunned, Chen Sheng couldn't help but laugh and watched this person scold for more than half a pillar of incense, and finally spoke: "This fellow Daoist, can you make a move?"

"Why don't you come out? Lao Tzu can't come for nothing! The man glared at Chen Sheng, and continued to scold: "Boy, you can say it first, the master only makes one move, if you can take me, you will admit defeat." ”

Chen Shengwan'er smiled lightly and nodded, as long as he was not a Void Dan monk, he was not afraid of any tricks.

I saw a small black sword engraved with runes appear in the man's palm, and when it danced in the wind, it was as big as an ordinary spirit sword, and immediately injected spiritual power into it as if no one was around.

Chen Sheng smiled lightly, opened his pupils and looked at it, his heart was shocked.

Not for anything else, just because the treasure light in this monk's body is too much, and there is a beam of light in the treasure light that rises to the sky.

Those who are familiar with the method of looking forward to qi can easily see what a strong luck it is.

Chen Sheng couldn't help but wonder how a person who had no scheming had the courage to run the world with such a spirit.

Coming to the Xianmen Conference to show up is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

The theory of luck is extremely mysterious, some people have splashed weather luck, and since then they have been soaring all the way, and some people are burdened by it, and they have become tools of various sects all their lives.

People who have always had strong luck have always avoided the world, and they resolutely did not dare to enter the world easily before reaching a certain realm.

Between the floating thoughts, the small black sword shone brightly, and the runes on the surface of the body jumped like a spirit.

"It's coming!" the man reminded, as if fearing that the power would be too strong.

Chen Sheng's eyes condensed slightly, and the spirit sword in his hand was raised high, and then gently slashed down.

"Dao Jianhua!"

The black and white sword lights converged, and after a short stalemate, the black sword flew out upside down, and the tip of the sword pierced into the ground.

Looking at the shrunken black sword in front of him, the man was in disbelief at first, and then sat down on the ground like a mourner, and scolded in a low voice: "Useless waste!"

Then he flew up and kicked the black sword fifteen feet away.

A moment later, the black sword burst through the air and landed in front of the man, pulsing lightly, as if to amuse him.

The frustration calmed down a little, and the short monk stood up and said hatefully, "I lost this battle!"

After speaking, he ignored the black sword and slowly walked down the stairs.

Looking at the black sword that was already at the treasure level, he quietly followed, and his demeanor was indescribably obscene and careful, but the monk did not look back once.

Chen Sheng was depressed, and for the first time he had the urge to scold his mother.

In fact, he was not the only one who wanted to curse, even Gu Yong in the air was full of black lines, his eyes were staring at the back, and his eyes were flashing with murderous intent in the depths of his eyes.

After his eyes touched an old man in a blood robe, this killing intent disappeared, and he turned into a smile on his face: "Brother Knocking Mountain Dao is actually interested in coming to my Taijing City, how about you and I have a drink after the conference?"

The old man raised his head and scolded: "You bastard, you bullied the old man's disciple, and you still want the old man to drink with you?"

Touching his nose, Gu Yong touched his nose, but he was not annoyed, but he looked at Chen Sheng's eyes with a trace of resentment unconsciously.

With a chill down his spine for no reason, Chen Sheng looked up and looked around, not noticing the slightest abnormality, and then walked away with a blank face.

came to Gu Huan's side and asked quietly, "Who is that real person who knocked on the mountain?"

Although he couldn't see through the old man's cultivation, the one who could treat Gu Yong so well and not annoy him must at least be an extremely strong Jindan real person, right?

Gu Huan swallowed, then glanced at the figure of the old man who was not tall without a trace, and lowered his voice: "He is a demon cultivator eight hundred miles northwest of Taijing City, his strength can compete with Yuanying, his temperament is very eccentric, and he calls himself a mountain and scattering people!"

After speaking, he looked at the master and apprentice in the distance again, patted his chest with palpitations, and let go of his heart.

Chen Sheng was stunned and a little curious, why was Gu Huan so afraid?

At this moment, the eyes of the knocking people came over and landed on Chen Sheng's face, and in an instant, his whole body seemed to be burned by flames.

Chen Sheng's face was sweating profusely, and he secretly smiled bitterly, he understood the reason why Gu Huan was afraid, as a senior, he did not shy away from attacking the juniors in front of everyone, this temperament was really strange and terrifying.

Frowning, Gu Yong's palm was pinched in his sleeve, and Chen Shengton felt relaxed.

Knocking on the mountain and looking up, he said in his heart that he didn't interfere when he beat your son, but now he punishes a junior a little, and you Gu Yong can't help it.

Could it be that this person is your biological son, and Gu Huan is not on the table?

With this kind of doubt, looking at Gu Yong's gaze became more and more strange, and in the end, this great demon who could resist the Yuan Infant couldn't help but shudder, picked up his apprentice and flew away.

The world of the Terrans is too complicated!

After the two masters and apprentices with a little living treasure attribute left, the conference also entered the final stage.

Counting Chen Sheng and Bai Yushan, among the remaining four, three Xudan and one foundation building peak monk.

Gu Yong simply waved his sleeves and drew together the two destined enemies of Chen Sheng and Bai Yushan, as for the remaining foundation building monks, they looked a little pitiful.