The audience was shocked, and the audience was quiet.

The appearance of a figure completely reversed the situation.

Just because that person is Yang Tianci, Yang Tianci, the head of the Xiaoyao Gate, Yang Tianci who asks the Heavenly Realm, and Yang Tianci who plays in the second game.

He's not even forty years old?

If you are less than forty years old and ask if there is a heavenly realm, naturally there are, and there are quite a few.

For example, the former white-clothed sword immortal, such as the second master of the Lu family, and Yunluo and others who are sure of it, but why does this Yang head not look like a master of the Heavenly Realm?

Everyone muttered for a while, and slowly focused their eyes on Yang Wudao's body.

Also, with such a son, he really doesn't look like a master.

Yang Wudao didn't realize it, and was still babbling, "Why? No one thinks that my father is not qualified to be a mere Heavenly Realm cultivator, right? No, right?"

Damn, retarded!

Everyone was scolding and scolding in their hearts, but they had already restrained a lot in their mouths, and in the cultivation world, strength was respected.

Chang'an's eyes lingered on the Yang family's father and son with interest, and things were getting more and more interesting.

His eyelids drooped, and he silently calculated the possible calculations and the increased involvement in his heart.

On the side of Wumengzong, everyone was demoralized, and the situation was very clear.

If Yang Tianci is really a master of the Heaven Realm under the age of forty, regardless of the upper, middle and lower grades, Wumengzong will lose steadily in the second game, and the two sides will inevitably return to the balance of power, and the winner will be determined in one game.

Although the sect master of the third battle was also asking the Heaven Realm, the good situation was thrown away all at once, and everyone was inevitably very disappointed in their hearts.

But they forgot that the victory in the first battle was also inexplicable.

The human heart is often like this, and it doesn't make sense.

Wu Qingshan's eyes were calm, and he drank coldly, "What are you doing, your father and mother can't do it, who will you cry and mourn before you fight?"

"That is, although there is no doubt that you will lose, you can wait until you really lose before crying, and you are still a disciple of the great sect, tsk. ”

Yang Wudao's voice sounded arrogantly, and Wu Feng, who was holding back the fire in his stomach, shouted violently, "Coward, have the courage to come to the stage and fight with me!"

Yang Wudao squinted, "Am I stupid?"

Wu Fenghan was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he had to slap the chair under the seat into powder.

Wu Qingshan stood up and clasped his fists towards Le and Chang'an, "Great Shaman, Chang'an Sword Immortal, Wu asked to verify Yang Daoyou's qualifications to fight. ”

As early as before, the rules have been told that each other's qualifications can be verified, and if the qualifications are wrong, the cheating team will be disqualified regardless of their previous results.

So he set his eyes on Yang Tianci, and Yang Tianci nodded respectfully, "Yang has no objection." ”

Eile took the spectrum of Xiaoyaomen and looked at it carefully, "The spectrum of Xiaoyaomen is correct, Yang Tianci is thirty-nine years old." ”

The difference between the monk and the mountain and the wild monk is that he has a pedigree of the sect, which was originally issued by the heavenly court, and later issued by the imperial court, made of special materials, and cannot be changed once filled in.

Therefore, the genealogy of the sect can prove the age of the practitioner to a large extent.

But the Five Congresses will not be so simple.

As soon as the true yuan in the palm of the palm of the Le was spit out, a round jade disc flew into the air, sprinkling a halo of light, "Master Yang, please enter the aperture." ”

Yang Tianci didn't twist anything, walked quickly, and stood in the aperture.

Eile's voice sounded in everyone's ears, "This thing is provided by Xun Guoxiang, it is a secret treasure of the hidden clan, and it can measure the age of all cultivators below the realm of heaven and man. ”

Wu Fenghan blurted out: "Will there be an error, or will it be deceived by other means?"

Wu Qingshan hurriedly scolded angrily, but he also wanted an answer in his eyes.

Eile was not angry, "If even Xun Guoxiang can be deceived, then it is useless for us to toss it, what do you say?"

As the first person in the world today, Xun Yu can't do anything, and naturally the rest of the people can't do it.

The Wumeng Sect could only reluctantly accept it.

A few words came down here, and there were results over there.

Around Yang Tianci, layers of light circles appeared, like the annual rings of trees.

And when they counted it, there were exactly thirty-nine.

Yang Wudao yawned, "Why bother?"

The lazy and somewhat disdainful attitude made Wu Feng shiver with coldness, but he was helpless.

At this moment, Yang Wudao met Wu Fenghan's gaze and said with a smile: "Angry, unhappy, come and hit me!"

Wu Fenghan only felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, rushing into his mind, and as soon as he stomped his right foot, he was about to rush towards Yang Wudao, Wu Qingshan swung out a true yuan and knocked him unconscious.

Wu Qingshan's gaze swept over the faces of the disciples and elders one by one, and finally stayed on the face of the stalwart of the sect who had planned to fight, "Wan Xuan, it's up to you." ”

The elder, who had originally stood straight and was full of strong confidence, smiled miserably, "I'll leave it to the sect master." ”

At this moment, behind the words of the two, a heart-to-heart conversation has been completed.

"Elder Wan, the Wumeng Sect will definitely live up to you. ”

"I hope the sect master remembers what Wan did today. ”

Wan Xuan looked at Yang Tianci, who had already stepped into the ring.

He was only forty years old in a few days, and when he learned that Xiaoyaomen was Yang Tianci's battle, he already knew the end of his fate.

He actually wanted to say to the sect master, just forget it, but he knew in his heart that such words were useless, no matter who spoke.

A place in the Future Cultivator Alliance, one of the twenty sects that ascended to the Middle Pole Mountain, and the sect master who was dedicated to the development of the Wumeng Sect could not resist such a powerful temptation no matter what.

In such a situation, there is no rationality.

Even if he only had one more chance of winning, he would be able to crush him as an elder of the Wumeng Sect.

All he needed to do now was to let Yang Tianci show as many means as possible, so that the sect master watching the battle would have a better chance of winning, even if it cost him his life.

On the way to the steps, he walked very slowly, step by step, as if he was measuring the end of his life.

The end has arrived, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the ring, standing opposite Yang Tianci.

He breathed deeply, his breath gradually stabilized, life and death were put aside, and his expression was clear.

Yang Tianci's expression was also unhappy or angry, only calm.

With an order, Wan Xuan pinched his hands and recited a spell lightly, and a black shadow floated from a distance and fell towards the top of Yang Tianci's head.

When everyone saw the outline of the black shadow, it turned out to be the phantom of a mountain range.

"Hey, isn't this the mountain in the distance?"

With an exclamation, everyone saw the sleeping hill not far away, which was exactly the same as the outline of this black shadow.

It's like being pulled out of the mountain soul by Wan Xuan.

"It's worthy of being a sect that can be promoted, it's really amazing. ”

"I'm a good girl, a mountain smashes on my body, who can withstand this!"

"Hmph, no matter how powerful it is, it's just a fateful realm, but the head of the Xiaoyao Sect is asking the heavenly realm!"

......

There is no soundproofing ban in the ring, and all the sounds can be heard, but neither of them on the stage paid any attention.

Wan Xuan wanted to test Yang Tianci's methods, so why didn't Yang Tianci want to see Wumengzong's methods.

I saw that he actually waited until the phantom of the mountain range came to the top of his head before he made a move, and the true yuan of his hands turned into two wisps of fresh wind, blowing around the mountain range, feeling the difference with the real mountain, and estimating the energy of this attack.

Wan Xuan didn't want him to be satisfied, and the mountain range phantom shrank suddenly, and then accelerated to smash down.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the top of Yang Tianci's head, Wan Xuan's heart that had already been extinguished was beating rapidly, could it be that he could really make a difference?

Yang Tianci snorted lightly, spread his five fingers into palms, and patted on the phantom of the mountain range from the side.

The mountain phantom shook violently, then trembled, and finally collapsed.

At this time, Yang Tianci's hand was like a soft strip, and he flicked in the direction of Wan Xuan.

The true yuan rippled, like a ribbon flying in the wind, but Wan Xuan's best resistance could not shake the winding ribbon in the slightest.

When the ribbon was drawn on his body, Wan Xuanru was smashed into his waist ribs by the hammer of the gods with the power of Wan Jun, flew out horizontally, hit the edge of the ring and broke his ribs, spitting blood, describing it as very miserable.

"Throw in the towel, you can't beat me. ”

Yang Tianci put his hands behind him, and his expression was flat.

Wan Xuanqiang stood up, waved his hand, and the two mountain ranges were sandwiched left and right, and were defeated by Yang Tianci, and then received another palm;

Wan Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, opened his mouth and chanted, the three mountain ranges overlapped together, turned into a big seal, jumped in the space, and suddenly appeared in front of Yang Tianci, was smashed by Yang Tianci with a punch, and then another punch, smashing Wan Xuan's legs into meat sauce......

When Wan Xuan roared angrily, he actually summoned the phantom of the ancestral vein of Wumeng Mountain, many people from the Wumeng Sect couldn't help but ask the sect master, if you don't admit defeat, Elder Wan has outstanding ability, and it will be of great use in the future!

As the head of a sect, Wu Qingshan is qualified to admit defeat as a substitute for the people in the field.

Wu Qingshan closed his eyes in pain, in the future, if I can't stand on the Middle Pole Mountain this time, what future will my Wumeng Sect have in the cultivation world?

In the end, he didn't say a word.

Both Eile and Chang'an glanced at him, Chang'an's eyes were full of sarcasm, but Eile was still calm, he had been in the position of the great shaman for a long time, and he had seen any kind of human heart.

Even Xue Zheng can die like that, let alone someone else.

When Wan Xuan was finally shattered by Yang Tianci, and sat cross-legged to death, everyone's hearts were strongly shaken.

It seemed that at this moment, they realized that the Five Sects Conference was not a lively event, but a battle between the forces of the cultivation world in the next twenty or even hundreds of years.

Wu Qingshan got up, looked at Wu Fenghan who was in a coma, stretched out his hand and stroked the handsome face of his most beloved grandson, and quickly said a few words to his son Wu Yunsheng in his heart, and coldly patted the ban with Zhenyuan in his son's greatly changed expression.

Then he looked at the four remaining elders of the Wumeng Sect, "Elder Xiong, Elder Liu, Elder Zhang, Elder Shi, the old man has a reluctant request. ”

The four elders spoke in unison, "Please show the sect master." ”

"Wu has been in charge of the Wumeng Sect for twenty years, although there are small mistakes, but he thinks he is worthy of you. ”

"I want to ask the four of you to make a heavenly oath in front of your fellow Daoists in the world, if I die in the ring, the four elders must do their best to assist my son Yunsheng and my grandson in the cold, and protect the foundation of my Wumeng Sect for hundreds of years. Wu Mou thank you here!"

The expressions of the four elders changed drastically, and they hurriedly persuaded each other.

Wu Qingshan shook his head, "I have made up my mind, if you really remember a kindness from me, an old man, please make this oath." ”

The four elders looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and swore an oath.

The sarcasm in Chang'an's eyes gradually dissipated, and he sighed, "Why bother!"

After the four elders finished their vows, Wu Qingshan bowed deeply to them and turned around and walked towards the ring.

The wind of early spring blew the old man's robe, and it was a little bleak and desolate.

The old man's back was slightly arched, and he didn't know what burden he was carrying, and his steps towards the ring were slow, but extremely firm.