Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, what was going on, he seemed to be fine, he slowly opened his eyes, there were two more hills on the ground, and he looked at it, it was the two green dragons, but now it is still the mighty appearance before, if it is not still breathing, it is two dead flesh. This is the legendary knockout, the dragon was knocked unconscious by a single move!

"It's dizzy!How did you do it!" Xiao Jin turned his head and looked at the sect leader.

"You don't seem to be welcome in Dragon Valley!" the Sect Master asked without answering.

"Huh!?"

Xiao Jin was still in shock, and he didn't expect the sect leader to ask like this.

"I thought it would be easy to have you enter the Dragon Valley, it seems that you have to do it yourself, since you are useless, then bake and eat!" said the sect leader casually.

As soon as he heard that he was going to roast himself, Xiao Jin Ke came to his senses and immediately begged: "Uncle, I can be your mount, you think that riding a dragon is very majestic!"

"It's too small, when you grow up too long, it's better to eat and save trouble, I can go and catch the head dragon as a mount again, don't you see two on the ground?"

"That, uncle! they're so ugly, look at my scales, purple and gold, how handsome!"

"Don't want to wait!"

"Ahh I'm growing up fast!"

"Don't want to wait!"

"Uncle, I know a lot of things, I am a dragon with the ancient inheritance of the dragon clan, I know everything!"

"They say you're a fake! I don't speak dragons, but I know what they say. The Sect Master said suspiciously.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, I'm the real thing, uncle, I really didn't lie!" Xiao Jin explained anxiously.

"Oh! really!"

"Well, really!"

"Take me to the Dragon Emperor!" the sect leader looked at Xiao Jin and asked.

"Ah!?Uncle, the Dragon Emperor has disappeared for 10,000 years, and I don't know where it is!" replied Xiao Jin in frustration.

"Aren't you the son of the Dragon Emperor, why don't you know where your father has gone!" said the sect leader's voice turned cold.

Xiao Jin suddenly said in a hurry: "Uncle, I really don't know, if I know, can these dragons not look at me like this? Uncle, if you ask something else, I must know?"

The sect leader thought about it for a while, and then changed the question and said, "Then you can tell me the story of this continent, starting from the longest time you know." ”

"Ahh

The sect leader glanced sideways at Xiao Jin and did not speak.

Xiao Jin is a spirit, damn! This is a pervert, he just says what he is, he is a fool.

Xiao Jin said with a smile: "Hehe, uncle, don't be angry, Xiaolong immediately said that this continent is called Enriger Continent, and it is said to be the creation god ......"

Shouyang Mountain.

The thousand elites selected by millions of monks can be said to be the vast majority of Da Luo Jin Immortal-level powerhouses, but there are still a few monks in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, but they are also rare.

The reason why these Taiyi Golden Immortals can stand out is that they have powerful innate spirit treasures in their hands, and they can challenge them beyond the level; second, they are strong enough to get out of the strength limit that Taiyi Golden Immortals should have.

And most of these Taiyi Golden Immortals are disciples in the major sects, and the only exception is the disciples in the martial arts sect.

In the final, a thousand monks were drawn and then went to a hundred rings according to the markings on them, that is, ten people per ring, and the first place in each ring was one of the top 100.

These 1,000 can be said to have gathered the elite monks of the whole wilderness, and each battle is extremely fierce and time-consuming, as for trying to defeat the enemy in a few moves, it is almost impossible. After a few days of fighting, it takes only three to four fights in each ring, and it will take some time before the top 100 are decided.

At this stage of the competition, each monk only has one night to recover, the competition is not only personal strength, but also whether their own resources are sufficient, after a battle is seriously injured, after a night, can not recuperate, the next competition will have little hope, unless the opponent is the same as you. In this way, casual cultivation is more disadvantaged, everything can only rely on themselves, those monks who have a teacher, not only do not have to worry about the elixir to heal the wounds, if the injury is too serious, there will also be a master in the sect to heal their injuries.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and the first place in each ring has been decided, and a few days have been given to heal.

But none of these hundred monks are casual cultivators, all of them are monks with teachers behind them, and now the Honghuang monks are still in the development stage, and it seems that all forces are emerging in endlessly, but the real supreme strength and innate spiritual treasures are only in the hands of a few people, and the scattered cultivation is not able to compete with those disciples of the Great Sect who have the support of saints, and when they fight with those disciples for a few hours, it will be the top of the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, you are all the elite of the elite of the Honghuang monks, on behalf of the Taiqing Saints, I would like to congratulate you, no matter what the next competition is, you can get rich rewards, what is it, I won't say it first, but it will definitely satisfy all Daoists!"

Grand Master Xuandu, the first disciple of the Taiqing Sage, first congratulated the hundred monks on behalf of his teacher, showing the courage of the host, but more often than not, because these hundred monks were very interesting, and then only listened to Xuandu continue:

"Next, the ultimate competition officially began, and the venue is in the square at my feet, first of all, the fighting road, each force sent one person to participate, that is, the exposition of the sect, the interception of the sect, the witch sect, the demon sect, Buddhism, the heavenly court, the martial arts sect and my sect each have one person, and they will compete!"

The real show is now on, everything is going according to plan, the real protagonists are only a few dozen, and the rest of the millions of monks are just hiding from others!

"Representatives of all forces are invited to come to the stage to draw lots!"

Each faction sent a disciple to draw lots at the place where the Xuandu was located.

On the side of the Martial Dao Gate, the sect leader's first disciple Shi Dangdang smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and then said, "Leng Feng, you go!"

Leng Feng is the first disciple of Shi Dangdang to sit down, and he is also the senior brother of the second generation of disciples, he is a person in the human race, and his perseverance is amazing, it is Shi Dang who is a disciple accepted by the protector of the human race, and he has won the true inheritance of martial arts.

"It's Master!"

In a flash, Leng Feng had already come to the square and walked towards the number plate box in front of the Xuandu Archmage.

The representatives of the disciples of the eight forces stepped forward one after another and began to draw number plates, and Leng Feng was the last person to draw number plates.

Looking at Leng Feng, who was drawing the number plate, Xuandu spoke: "Terran monk, yes, if he is in trouble in the future, he can come to me! There are not many monks of the Terran who can reach such a point!"

After Leng Feng finished drawing the number plate, he looked at Xuandu coldly and replied: "If you have any difficulties, you can come to me!"

Then he dodged back to the seat where the Dao Martial Arts Gate was.

Xuandu was stunned for a while, and the same words were returned to himself, whether it was arrogance or ignorance! Then he smiled, forget it, after all, they are all human races, they are just going astray, and they will be rescued in the future.