The moment the silver-white ring in Zhang Ke's hand was restrained by Lan Xiangran with his bare hands, Chen San, who was staring at the other party, stopped casting the spell and the black mist of the Sky Covering Banner, and stood still in the air.

It wasn't until Lan Xiangran came out to admit defeat for the Zhenshan faction that Chen San lowered his figure and walked out of the ring silently.

Chen San knew very well that according to the spiritual power fluctuations generated when the silver-white ring in Zhang Ke's hand was activated before, even if he had not reached the peak, he could already compare to the full force of the disciples of the foundation building period of each sect in the past five years.

With such a powerful blow, Mo said that Chen San was a disciple of the Enlightenment Period, even if a disciple of the Foundation Building Period received a blow, he would either die or be injured.

Zhang Ketu was so desperate, but Chen San was relieved.

As long as it is not a fatal or decisive attack, the sect elder will not stop it, and Chen San will have a time to expose the secrets of his body;

Compared with the former, Chen San is of course happy with the latter.

What Chen San didn't expect was that the elders of the sect stopped it, but when Zhang Ketu had not sacrificed the silver and white ring, he conceded defeat first.

Walking in front of Yuan Qingzi, Chen San didn't speak, Yuan Qingzi waved his hand, threw out an object, and said lightly: "The Zhenshan faction has made so many pioneers, and it is still reluctant to give up the longevity of an elite disciple, which really disappoints me." In this case, my Qingyunmen is also unharmed, how about continuing to win these three victories. You can take this elixir and continue to compete. ”

Chen San took the pill, nodded with a smile, threw the elixir into his mouth, turned around and jumped into the ring and walked towards the center.

Looking at the back of Chen San walking away, Yuan Qingzi thought hard in his heart, and finally shook his head, and said in his heart: Forget it, no matter when this son got a big opportunity, no matter how many secrets are hidden in his body, that five-leaf Mingshen grass alone is enough to show his heart for my Qingyunmen. As long as he is sincere to my door, many of the puzzles on this son will belong to my door sooner or later, so why should I make more guesses.

Of course, Chen San couldn't know what Yuan Qingzi was thinking at this time, and when he secretly felt sorry for the Tonifying Pill he swallowed, he also prayed in his heart that the disciples of the second competition of the Zhenshan Sect would not bring those few treasures that I didn't know if they were magic weapons or magic weapons to the stage, and now Chen San couldn't withstand any changes.

Soon after Chen San came to power, the disciples of the Zhenshan faction separated, and one person jumped into the ring.

Looking at the person opposite, Chen San recognized that this disciple was one of the people who was defeated by the Zhenshan faction when they were in Shangshui Xingzong, and he thought that the Zhenshan faction also guessed Yuan Qingzi's thoughts, and he didn't want to lose too ugly in the later competition, so he pushed the weaker disciple to the stage so that Chen San could send it away.

As Chen San expected, this disciple only lasted less than half an hour in his hands, and Lan Xiangran, who was the guardian of the Zhenshan faction, took action to block Chen San's attack and admit defeat first.

Previously, Zhang Ketu and Chen San competed, but at the climax, they were stopped by Lan Xiangran, although they learned the reason from the mouths of the elders of their respective sects, the disciples of each sect still felt a pity.

Now seeing that the Zhenshan faction seemed to be perfunctory, the disciples sent out only lasted a few rounds in Chen San's hands before they opened their mouths to admit defeat, and a slight boo sounded.

When the Zhenshan Sect stepped out of the ring again, some of the disciples of the various sects who had carefully paid attention to the disciples of the various sects before knew that this competition was just another passing scene.

Suddenly, in the past ten days in front of the Yishan Palace, Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, whose expression had only changed when Zhang Ketu and Chen San competed before, turned his head to look west with a solemn expression as if he felt something terrible.

The elders of the various sects and some disciples noticed Zhang Dashan's abnormality, and they also followed his gaze to the west.

With the eyes of the elders, in less than a breath, all the sect members on the peak looked to the west.

More than ten miles to the west, there were two dazzling rays of light, one red like a blazing volcano, and the other white like the blazing sun in the sky, and flew five miles away in a moment when the disciples of the various sects looked at it, and stopped as if they were blocked.

The light was gone, and there were two monks, a man and a woman, the male was clothed, with two mustaches, and behind the back of his hand, he looked like a middle-aged scribe, and the white light was before;

The moment the two rays of light appeared, a trace of fear flashed in Zhang Dashan's eyes, and the expression on his face was still the same, and when the two rays of light stopped, he said with his luck in his hand: "The junior Zhang Dashan has seen the two seniors of Wuhua Pavilion. Because the juniors presided over the five sects of the Iron Alliance, they didn't know that the two seniors came, which was really a loss of etiquette in this faction, and I hope that the two seniors will not blame. ”

The elders at the top of the peak had already felt the powerful aura of the two people who came here, and they were slightly frightened in their hearts, and when they heard Zhang Dashan speak, even if they were old things that had lived for hundreds of years, their faces still changed color.

Hearing this, the two middle-aged scribes of Wuhua Pavilion who were called one of their predecessors by Zhang Dashan said indifferently: "Since this is the case, you can invite the two of us to come in and serve a cup of tea." ”

Chang Shan smiled awkwardly and said: "This, the matter of the juniors is not finished today, I'm really sorry, why don't you ask the two seniors to come back at another date?"

The Chinese scribe's eyes froze, and he said coldly: "Could it be that the weight of the two of me is not as good as the five-year meeting held by a Zhenshan faction in your Zhang Xiao'er District?"

Zhang Dashan looked at the middle-aged scribe's expression, knowing that today's matter must be difficult, so he immediately stopped answering, and after the light flashed in the eyes of a Zhenshan sect elder beside him several times, he hurried to the Yishan Hall after listening to Zhang Dashan's transmission.

The red-clothed woman beside the middle-aged scribe who had never spoken, covered her mouth with her slender hand at this time, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Qingshuzi, it seems that this little girl is not waiting to see you and me today, and plans to sweep the face of the two of us." In this case, if the two of us don't teach this small faction a lesson, it will be really difficult to convince the public in the future. The woman's voice was not loud, as if she was just whispering to a middle-aged scribe, but her voice did not fall to the slightest for everyone on the summit to hear.

The middle-aged scribe who was called a green scholar by the woman in red nodded in response: "What Senior Sister Yanhong said is true, if everyone is like this, then I really have no one in Huage." As soon as the words fell, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and a white sword more than ten zhang long burst out between the two fingers of his right hand, and he swiped forward with a wave of his fingers.

The sword light swirled down, and when it landed three zhang away in front of the middle-aged scribe, between the light and shadow, a huge light curtain emerged, shrouded in a radius of more than ten miles from the Zhenshan faction, and it was the Zhenshan faction's mountain protection array.

As soon as Jian Mangfu touched the light curtain, it was like a bamboo stick gently slashing through a giant blister, but it failed to pierce the blister, but only brought ripples on the light curtain.

Zhongqing Shuzi was not discouraged, his right hand waved the sword again, and the sleeve of his left hand shook, and a black shadow shot out of it, revealing a scaly snake.

As soon as the scaly snake was shaken out, it grew in the wind, and in an instant it had risen to the thickness of the house, a behemoth with a length of thirty zhang. The scale armor on his body was as big as a millstone, and the two giant teeth of human thickness refracted the seeping cold light, and in a deafening hiss, the snake's head slammed out, and the giant tail slapped towards it, attacking the light curtain.

The woman in red, who was called Yan Red by Qing Shuzi, was also not to be outdone, and after pinching her hands for a while, her hands were raised, as if a big bird spread its wings, and a red shadow emerged from behind her and quickly enlarged, instantly turning into a huge strange bird composed of burning flames.

The body of the strange bird is more than ten zhang in size, the head is long and the flesh is crowned, and there are three legs under the body, and the whole body and even the wings are composed of Dao flames, burning all the time.

Although the monster bird is not as large as the scaly snake not far away, its attack is not inferior at all.

After a strange birdsong, its wings fluttered violently, and countless fire feathers composed of red flames on its wings flew out of its wings, turning into dazzling red flame feather arrows and shooting above the light curtain.

As soon as the dense flame feather arrows touched the light curtain, they burst open one after another in a series of deafening explosions, and the ripples on the light curtain kept swinging.

As soon as the wings of the strange bird were raised, the feathers on the wings grew instantly, and then they vibrated and shot out violently, and so on.

After Zhang Dashan stopped talking, he heard Qing Shuzi and the two speak, although he was sad, he still snorted coldly in his heart: The people of the big sect are like this, there are still many excuses for invading the mountain gate, and they look like a scoundrel who is reasonable.

After seeing that the two of them in Wuhua Pavilion were in action, Zhang Dashan summoned the elders of various sects to discuss countermeasures.

From the time when Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, called the two people in the distance as the predecessors of the Wuhua Pavilion, the disciples of the various sects were already uneasy, all because when the five sects of the Iron Alliance were established to avoid being bullied by some major sects, this Wuhua Pavilion was one of these great sects.

Now that Wuhua Pavilion is the first to take action, these sect disciples are not stupid people, knowing that when these five sects gathered, people would also dare to invade the mountain gate, of course, they were prepared, and their hearts quickly turned into panic.

When Chen San in the ring saw that Zhang Dashan no longer answered the two of Wuhuage, he had already walked off the ring quickly and returned to the Qingyunmen people.

After Yuan Qingzi was summoned by Zhang Dashan, Yan Qingyu and Ding Zhiyuan walked to Chen San, who was looking down and thinking, Yan Qingyu said with a worried voice, and asked, "Little Sanzi, how are we doing now?" Ding Zhiyuan next to him also looked at Chen San with fear on his face.

Chen San was already aware of Yan Qingyu and the two approaching, looked up at the two, and saw Yan Qingyu asking, and said with a bitter face: "What can I do, it was like this when I started more than two years ago, and it is like this now, I can only see how the elders decide." As he spoke, his eyes swept to Yuan Qingzi and the others, who had gathered together with the elders of various sects, and at the same time, the feeling of powerlessness he had experienced when he entered the sect surged deeply into his heart, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

Yan Qingyu and the others, like Chen San, looked at Yuan Qingzi and the elders, and a sense of powerlessness also appeared in their hearts.

The two people in the west who were still constantly attacking the light curtain were monks who were called by Zhang Dashan as their predecessors, and the monks who could be called by Zhang Dashan, who was in the late stage of Jindan, were obviously more powerful Yuan Infant monks.

According to Shizun, every Yuan Infant Stage Monk is powerful to the sky, and he can raze the living beings within a radius of several miles with a single move, and it is also easy to kill him and other Jindan Stage Monks, and it is effortless, this is what Chen San heard from him, about the description of Yuan Infant Stage Monks.

The powerful power displayed by the two of them in the eyes of everyone, Chen San was deeply convinced of Shizun's words.

The Yuan Infant Monk is the most powerful monk in this realm.