"There is a martial arts platform in this gate, which can be used by the disciples to discuss the Tao. ”

"The disciple talks about the Tao, and the seven sessions are the end, and our faction has already selected seven people. ”

The Great Elder glanced at the Deadwood Saint and said in a deep voice, "As for your brother!"

"Okay. ”

The Deadwood Sage nodded, glanced at the seven disciples behind the Great Elder, and suddenly smiled, "Is that the seven?"

"Not bad. ”

The Great Elder nodded.

Behind him stood the seven disciples who had already volunteered, all of them with the strength of the Three Qing Realm.

However, these seven disciples were all already old, and they obviously didn't have much potential for cultivation.

This group of disciples also knew that this trip was just a matter of sending them to death.

However, the Jiulong Gate has been treated very well, and the disciples have been blessed by the master for a long time, and now the master is in danger, and there are many enthusiastic people among the tens of thousands of disciples, who are willing to die for the teacher.

The elders may have promised that if they die because of the Tao, the descendants of the family will take care of it.

The Deadwood Sage looked at the Great Elder with a smile, he knew that the Nine Dragons Sect had sent nine older disciples who had little cultivation potential to send them to death in order to protect the young monks of the sect with potential.

This group of talents is the hope of the various sects in Zhongzhou in the future, and it is also the goal of this trip to the Miaohua Holy Land.

Killing more potential monks of the younger generation of the Terran race will cut off their future foundation for competing with all races for the luck of the Great Dao.

"Since ancient times, the two sects have discussed the Tao, the elders have discussed righteousness, and the younger generations have learned. ”

The Deadwood Sage suddenly spoke: "Now that the Nine Dragons Sage is in retreat, I can't force you to discuss with me anymore, so why don't you change the rules." ”

"I sent seven disciples to choose their opponents by themselves, and they won four out of seven games. ”

"No way!"

The Great Elder didn't think about it, and refused sharply.

This Luo Yuntian is strong, and the disciples of the Nine Dragons Gate are not opponents at all.

He alone could kill seven people, not to mention the other casual young monks of different races in the Miaohua Holy Land.

If you agree, you don't have to think about it to know that the Deadwood Saint will definitely choose the seven youngest and most potential disciples of the Nine Dragon Gate, which will severely damage the future foundation of the Nine Dragon Gate.

"Oh?"

The Deadwood Saint smiled slightly and stared at the Great Elder: "Since you don't want to, then follow the rules of the Kyushu Ten Thousand Clans." ”

"I'll talk to the elders!"

"Send seven more disciples to fight!"

"How?"

The Deadwood Saint took a step forward, the wind was light, but the surging power of the Saint made the Great Elder's expression change suddenly.

In an instant, even the heavens and the earth changed color, and the surrounding air froze, leaving only the monstrous blood power that came from the eyes, and the infinite holy power smashed down head-on, trying to suppress the Great Elder and isolate his vitality.

"Ahem!"

Da Chang couldn't stand the deliberate pressure of the Deadwood Sage, and coughed violently, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He is just a supreme realm strength, although he is only one realm away from the saint, but the difference in strength is extremely huge.

The gap between the last three realms is like this, the difference between one realm is like the difference between clouds and mud.

"Great Elder!"

"Master!"

The surrounding disciples shouted one after another, Qin Yishan felt sorry for the master, and shouted angrily: "The saint talks about the Tao, just find the saint! Why do you want to oppress the non-saint!"

"What Xiaoyou said makes sense. ”

The Deadwood Sage put away the Holy Power, smiled slightly, and looked at the Nine Dragons Hall: "Then I'll go find the Nine Dragons Sage." ”

"No!"

The Great Elder's face changed, and he hurriedly stopped it.

The Nine Dragons Saint's Daoji was destroyed, and he couldn't use his spiritual power, and if the Saint broke in, the ghost knows if he would take the opportunity to kill the Nine Dragons Saint.

Thinking of this, the Great Elder's face changed, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and shout: "Okay, I promise your conditions!"

"Hmm. ”

With a smile in the corner of his eyes, the Deadwood Sage turned to look at the disciples beside him.

"I'll choose!"

Luo Yuntian strode forward and glanced at the disciples of the Nine Dragon Gate: "Those who are not potential are not worthy of dying in my hands!"

He was so conceited, and before he could fight, he was destined to kill the disciples of the Nine Dragons Gate.

The disciples glared at Luo Yuntian with tears in their eyes, their fists clenched.

If the cultivation realm is not as good as a person, you will be humiliated, which is a truth in Kyushu since ancient times.

"You! you! and you!"

Luo Yuntian quickly pointed at a few people, the Great Elder's face changed, these disciples are obviously all Tianjiao, although they are nothing in the Holy Land, but they are all treasures of the Nine Dragon Gate.

"Come out too, both of you. ”

Luo Yuntian pointed at Lu Ping'an and Qin Yishan, and sneered: "Seeing that you are so dissatisfied, I will give you a chance to fight fairly!"

The Great Elder just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Hit it!"

Lu Ping'an held his head high and stood side by side with Qin Yishan: "Let me see, what is so great about the monks of your Miaohua Holy Land!

"Sharp teeth. ”

Luo Yuntian sneered: "I really want to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth later!"

At this moment, an alien monk suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few times in Luo Yuntian's ear.

Luo Yuntian frowned, and then looked at the Great Elder with a smile.

"I heard that there is the reincarnation of an ancient sage in the Nine Dragons Gate?"

"Nope!"

The Great Elder's eyes froze, and he tried his best to control the tremors in his heart, and his face was expressionless: "What ancient sage, it's just a rumor in idle books and essays, do the disciples of the Holy Land also believe such nonsense?"

This group of alien monks must not be allowed to know the whereabouts of the Holy Son.

Otherwise, the Son will be damaged!

"Hahahaha!"

Lu Ping'an suddenly laughed, raised his hand and pointed at Luo Yuntian: "What kind of wonderful holy land, it is not as good as us?" I even believe in such ridiculous words as the ancient sages!"

The disciples of the younger generation of the Nine Dragons have long been convinced that Ning Yuan is the reincarnation of the ancient sages, and they hope that Ning Yuan will become the second saint of the Nine Dragons Gate.

The disciples all knew what the Great Elder meant by this move, and they must not admit it, and they must protect the Holy Son.

Lu Ping'an was the first to stand up, looked at Luo Yuntian and smiled: "It's really disappointing you, what my sages of the Nine Dragons Gate said is just a rumor spread by me, just to deceive some pills and treasures." ”

"Okay, you Lu Ping'an, you actually lied to me!"

Qin Yishan pretended to be annoyed and grabbed Lu Ping'an's neck: "Give my pill back!"

"Enough. ”

The Great Elder snorted, and then said in a deep voice: "Let you see the laughter, the jokes of the unscrupulous people under the door, I didn't expect you to take it seriously." ”

The deadwood saint closed his eyes and opened his eyes casually.

"It is unknown whether it is an ancient sage, but there is a holy son in the Nine Dragons Gate!"

"There it is!"

The Deadwood Sage's gaze fell on the top of the Holy Mountain.

With the power of the saints, it is natural to easily see two figures there, sitting under the tree, playing chess.

"Hmph. ”

Luo Yuntian sneered again and again: "I am a wonderful holy land, and the way of calculation is unique in the world, do you dare not admit it?"

"Get out of here!"

Luo Yuntian faced the holy mountain and let out a long roar: "Today, I am going to behead the reincarnation of the ancient sages of the human race!"

The aura was rolling, surging, and the whistling sound swept like a dragon, flying up to the top of the holy mountain, which was clearly heard by the second elder and Ning Yuan.

The second elder's expression changed, and he hurriedly pressed Ning Yuan's palm: "Emperor, don't be provoked, this matter will be solved by your own sect!"

"But the dog barks. ”

Ning Yuan smiled, dropped a child, and said lightly: "Miao Ling, don't forget." ”

"Young master, slaves and maids all remember. ”

Miao Ling bent her knees slightly and turned to leave.

"Keep playing chess. ”

Ning Yuan smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and he no longer seemed to care about the things under the mountain.

The Second Elder breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, a few young disciples died, as long as they can keep the emperor worry-free, it can be regarded as a credit.

Ning Yuan did not want to fight.

But Luo Yuntian under the holy mountain was unwilling to let go.

The purpose of his trip was to kill the human race Tianjiao.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

A cold light suddenly appeared, like thunder flying, the divine light was so bright that everyone couldn't react at all, only heard Lu Ping'an's scream.

"Ahh

Lu Ping'an's voice was bitter and painful, and everyone could see it clearly when the light dissipated.

Lu Ping'an has been cut off!

His left hand was broken, his blood flowed profusely, his face was pale, and it was so painful that he could not breathe.

"Bastard!"

The Great Elder was furious, stepped forward, and stared at Luo Yuntian: "What are you doing!"

"Naturally, it's a matter of exchanging skills! Skills are not as good as others, do you want the elders to come forward?"

Luo Yuntian looked at the Great Elder with a sneer: "I don't recommend killing you either!"

Luo Yuntian had a long knife in his hand, the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood, his knife was too fast, his aura was like a dragon, and even the great elders of the realm couldn't see clearly.

"Huh!"

Luo Yuntian's long knife pointed obliquely at the Great Elder and the disciples of the Nine Dragons Sect in front of him, and the long knife aura that was as black as ink erupted out, this was a fierce soldier who chose people to devour.

"The Holy Son still refuses to come out, does he?

Luo Yuntian looked at the top of the holy mountain, he licked his lips and smiled coldly: "Then I will kill this group of people!

After speaking, Luo Yuntian pinched the magic trick in his hand, intending to use his magical powers and start slaughtering.

The aura of the black long knife skyrocketed, and the murderous aura was infinite, wanting to kill Lu Ping'an and the others.

Right now.

"Huh!"

From the top of the holy mountain, a sword light came in an instant, as if falling from the sky, the supreme sword intent was extremely sharp, and the white sword light obscured everyone's sight.

It was as if everything in the heavens and the earth had been dissolved in this sword.

Countless monks only felt that there was a vast white space in front of them, everything disappeared, and between heaven and earth, there was only this one peerless sword.

"Ka Cha!"

There was a crunch.

The long black knife shattered inch by inch under the sword intent, turning into countless brilliant fragments that filled the air.

"Poof!"

Luo Yuntian suffered from the backlash of his natal magic weapon, and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and crumbling.

"Who are you, and why are you hurting me?"

He looked in disbelief at the fairy who had fallen from the holy mountain.

"So you want to talk to the Son?"

Miao Ling glanced at the people in the Miaohua Holy Land in front of him, and his eyes fell on Luo Yuntian: "You are not worthy." ”

"Who are you?

Luo Yuntian intervened the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said sharply: "We will talk fairly, and we will not allow outsiders to interfere!"

"The concubine is the maid of the Son's side. ”

Miao Ling wore a long white dress, falling like a fairy, holding a sharp sword, and looking at Luo Yuntian indifferently with beautiful eyes.

"Come on behalf of the Holy Son, behead you!"