Three days later, in Black Cloud City, the vast fighting field, there were countless cultivators, and there were a sea of people.

After three days of testing, today is the battle level.

Those who did not pass the test could enter the Black Demon Sect through the fighting method.

In contrast, the Black Demon Sect attaches more importance to the combat power of the disciples who have entered the sect than their qualifications. Because the three ancient sects of Zhongzhou have also had combat power competitions for many years, and they are also related to the battles of many ruins and secret realms.

Nightstar left the inn and came to the Dharma Arena.

He was in the middle of the crowd, looking up at a high platform in front of him.

At this time, the selection of the disciples of the Black Demon Sect had already begun.

On the huge square, ten competition rings stood in the middle of the field, and on each battle platform there were two young cultivators fighting in the law, and every time it was exciting, it attracted the applause of many monks around.

And next to each battle platform, there is a huge crystal tablet erected, and the crystal tablet prominently shows how many numbers are fighting against how many numbers.

The Night Star has found its own battle number, which is the 1501st Night Star challenging the 100th Fang Tu, the eighth battle platform.

On the crystal tablet, there is also a relevant matter of the game, which is very simple: those who defend the ten rounds will advance. It doesn't matter if you live or die on the battlefield, if you don't admit defeat, you will fight to the death!

The Dark Demon Sect is like this, and it doesn't care how many testers will die in the battle.

Demon cultivators are often accompanied by killing, they just act according to their hearts!

"Six people, this Fang Tu is so fierce, if Hao Jian loses again, there will be only three rounds left, and he can successfully advance to the outer disciple. It's hateful, why is this guy's strength so perverted. In the crowd, a young man stared at the two fighting figures on the high battle platform and whispered.

The person next to him also sighed: "He was only eighteen years old and actually reached the ninth level of the Dao Palace Realm, it's really amazing." ”

The previous young man's face was heavy and depressed, he was also a challenger to Fang Tu, although he was the ninth, he could take advantage of waiting for work, but when he saw the terrifying and ferocious combat power of Fang Tu in the previous rounds, he had no bottom in his heart.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream on the battle platform, and Hao Jian was shot by Fang Tu, and he was pierced through the heart.

"Who can fight with me!" Fang Tu roared, and with a wave of the big gun in his hand, he threw Hao Jian, who was already out of breath, off the high battle platform, and was caught by a disciple of the Dark Demon Sect and carried away the body.

Fang Tu stood domineeringly, his eyes were unruly, and he was in the spotlight of everyone below, becoming the focus of attention, enjoying incomparable glory.

"A bunch of waste, if you don't want to live, let Uncle Ben come up. ”

Fang Tu smirked.

There was an uproar below.

"This guy is really arrogant!"

"But I have to say, there is arrogant capital!!"

The crowd talked.

And then, when the Dark Demon Sect enforcer who presided over the competition called to the next challenger, there was no response. Everyone shook their heads, this eighth challenger was obviously afraid of Fang Tu and did not dare to come to the stage.

"Ninth!"

The enforcer shouted again, but there was still no response.

A teenager was hiding in the crowd trembling all over, his face struggling, and a moment later, when the enforcers announced that he had been eliminated, he breathed a light sigh and his face was already sweating.

"It's not bad to go to those small sects, at least enter the small sects, and I can stand out from the crowd. The boy lost his mind and muttered to himself, as if he was comforting himself.

"Haha, don't you even dare to go on stage..."Fang Tu saw that no one dared to challenge him anymore, and laughed wildly: "Haha, what about the tenth, won't it also be a turtle." ”

The young men below were all angry when they saw him so arrogant, but most of them still showed fear in their eyes and did not dare to touch their eyes.

"Oh, you're not good. A boy's voice suddenly sounded, gentle, casual.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the crowd, and when they looked down, they saw a teenager walking out of the crowd and calmly stepping onto the battle platform step by step.

The young man was dressed in an ordinary green coat, with a clean face and a well-proportioned figure, and there was nothing special about it.

But what is strange is that there is a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes are clear and bright.

"Is that him?"

Ma Yue was speechless, wasn't it that Lin Xing who stepped onto the battlefield?

"Is he crazy?" Sun Jiao pouted.

"Huh, it's actually the doll, haha..."On the viewing platform, Elder Zhen and Elder Jia also noticed the boy.

Ye Ruoxi smiled when she saw this, shook her head and said, "I hope he can have time to admit defeat and not lose his life." ”

The boy's daring to appear on the stage is also a tempering of his state of mind, and it is also worthy of respect.

Longbow Mingzhu didn't pay attention to it at all, but her beautiful eyes were looking for Lei Shengyi's figure.

On the battle platform, Fang Tu looked at the boy standing indifferently on the opposite side with a gloomy face.

"You, did you just say it to me?"

"Why not?" Night Star stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Fang Tu, and smiled slightly.

But I have to say that Zhongzhou's heaven and earth aura and various resources are more suitable for cultivators to cultivate, and they are much stronger than Beizhou.

Through the cultivation of cultivators, it can be seen that this Fang Tu qualification is okay, but being able to reach the ninth level of the Dao Palace Realm at this age is an advantage in the power of heaven and earth.

When Fang Tu heard this, his mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth, and he smiled cruelly: "Do you know what happened to the people who used to talk to me like this?"

Night Star chuckled, Demon Dao, if you don't agree with each other, you will take people's lives.

Without further ado.

The cultivation of the Dao Palace Realm spread out from the night star.

"What......?

"Is this kid crazy, a cultivator in the Dao Palace Realm, he actually dares to come to the stage to challenge Fang Tu?"

"Is this looking for?"

The crowd below froze, and there was an uproar.

Longbow Mingzhu snorted lightly: "Are these people here to be funny, a group of jumping beams." ”

"Haha, should I say that you have commendable courage, or are you stupid and brainless, I will lose the price to kill you, Uncle Ben will still send you down..."

Fang Tu saw that the cultivation of the boy opposite was much lower than his own, and he was actually just a Dao Gong Yizhong, he laughed and raised his head, as if looking down at an ant.

What are you kidding, even if you can fight harder, you can get more eightfold?

But at this moment, the night star lightly pointed out with a finger.

'Bang!'

There was a loud muffled thud.

The entire battle platform shook violently.

In the next moment, in the stunned gaze of everyone, Fang Tu's body flew straight out of the high battle platform and flew out from the heads of the crowd of spectators like a cannonball that had been knocked away.

It flew dozens of feet away before falling into the crowd.

'Po......of' Fang Tu, who fell to the ground, spurted out a mouthful of blood with a painful face, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.

Night Star's raised right hand was gently lowered, and his expression was extremely indifferent from beginning to end.

"The last word, save yourself. Nightstar laughed.

If there was a space cultivator present just now, he would have noticed the spatial ripples that appeared on the night star's body, and under one finger, the space on the battle platform was vibrating.

The Void Wheel Realm cultivator Night Star has destroyed a lot, even if his combat power can only exert twenty percent, it is easy enough to deal with the ordinary Dao Palace Realm.

But this little young master of the Night Clan had a calm face, and it was a normal performance.

But for the Zhongzhou teenagers and girls watching the battle below, they suddenly quieted down for a while, and people's hearts shook.

This young man...... It turned out to be a random finger that knocked Fang Tu away?

The boys and girls were shocked, how much battle did this boy take? Moreover, they didn't even see how the boy attacked.

"Uh...... How did he just knock people flying?" Ma Yue was stunned for a moment, and then said in amazement.

Sun Jiao beside him was also stunned.

On the viewing platform, Ye Ruoxi frowned slightly, "It should be a force technique, however, this kind of technique is generally earth-based, but I didn't sense the earth-based spiritual power from that boy." ”

Longbow Mingzhu was still looking for Lei Shengyi's figure, and he didn't pay attention to the battle of the Quartet Battle Platform at all, but said coldly: "No matter how extraordinary the combat power is, can it be compared with Lei Shengyi?"

At this time, Fang Tu had already been carried away by the people of the Black Demon Sect to heal his injuries, but there was an old man wearing the black robe of the Black Demon Sect, looking at the night star on the high platform with a gloomy face.

"This son actually injured my grandson, you go and arrange his challenger well, I will make him unable to get out of the ring. Fang Lao said ruthlessly.

He deliberately used his authority to arrange a few weak people for his grandson, but he didn't expect that this last one with the lowest cultivation and the least dangerous one he thought was extraordinary.

"Yes!" a deacon, commanded to leave.

On the viewing platform.

The old man surnamed Jia was surprised: "Why is the person injured by the little baby a little familiar?"

The old man surnamed Zhen touched his chin, looked at the boy in Tsing Yi on the battle platform, and said, "Can you not be familiar, Fang Lao said that it was his grandson the day before yesterday, please take care of it in the future." ”

The old man surnamed Jia frowned when he heard this: "Isn't that little baby going to be unlucky?"

"Heh, why did he help you win a gamble, you want to help him?" the old man surnamed Zhen smiled and withdrew his gaze from the night star.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Why don't we make another bet, without our interference, and without helping him, I bet that the doll can be in the top ten." ”

The old man surnamed Jia rolled his eyes: "I bet he can be in the top five." ”

"Oh, you have so much confidence in him?" Zhen Shihuai was stunned this time.

"Hehe, I feel like he's my lucky star..."

Jia Daoyi is proud, and the spiritual power will test the existence of the monument explosion can be simple?

In fact, even if the boy's fighting method is not good this time, he Jia Daoyi will secretly take in apprentices.