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"Bell".

"Bell".

Three clear and thick bells lifted a boundless golden curtain of light and slowly opened in the vast sky of the Tianxing Sect.

"Boom boom", within three mountains and one peak, dozens of dusty cave gates were shattered, and a slender or clear figure rose to the sky with a majestic momentum, making a lonely and arrogant, domineering hearty roar, like a bird that has been in ambush for three years, making the final announcement before soaring into the sky with an amazing song!

"Whew......"

The long whistle of going forward and forward is like the condensation of their will, and they are constantly rising and rising, wanting to surpass other long whistles to prove their strength.

And the result of this is that except for stimulating a small number of people who really just want to promote their fighting spirit, Chang Xiao also began to raise his voice, it has no effect, and no one has admitted it in this air competition!

For a while, the long howls that swallowed mountains and rivers were like domineering long sticks that went straight into the clouds, startling all the spirit birds and spirit beasts in the three mountains and one peak to flee in panic, shattering the clouds in the sky to reveal the blue sky.

In the face of this level of competition, many inner disciples in each mountain are basically only looking at envy, and the huge Zaiwu Mountain can participate in this competition, and there is only one Gu Liutong!

The long whistle is getting higher and higher-pitched, and the long whistle is gradually becoming unsupportable, and it slowly dies down, and in the end, even the ancient six tongs have died down, and only three long whistles are still in the competition.

These three long whistles, the most unattainable is a soaring Qingyue long whistle, its whistle is like a peerless sword that stabs out of the sheath and stabs towards the nine heavens, the arrogant sword intent seems to cut the space into countless pieces, and it is like the immortal emperor sitting on the dragon chair looking down on the world, and the hall is so brilliant that all the extraordinary long whistles of Fang Cai seem to be overshadowed!

The second is a sonorous and powerful, not inferior to the woman's long shout that seems to be the peerless sword Qingyue roar, although this sound is a woman's voice, but there is a yellow sand hundred battles wearing gold armor battlefield veterans only the meaning of the golden iron horse, from the moment it began to rise, it has been an inch of inch-proof and the Qingyue long roar that is like a peerless divine sword, until the end of the slight decline, was overwhelmed by the Qingyue long roar!

The last sound can't be regarded as a whistling sound at all, it is a strange sound that seems to be a shallow groan, like a knife roar, when many long whistles come and go, most of the inner disciples in the mountains don't even hear this sound, until the many long whistles have died down one after another, this sound is gradually revealed, but as soon as it appears, everyone feels a coldness like an autumn wind sweeping off the last dead leaves. Xiao Se, for a while, the temperature of the three mountains and one peak seemed to drop a little, and this sound has been lingering between the Qingyue long howl and the woman's Qingqi, which seems to be indisputable, but it seems that it will pounce on these two whistling sounds at any time with the decisive intention of breaking the fish and breaking the net.

Three voices, three-legged, each with a strong and suffocating will, just listening to these three voices, it seems that the three majestic figures can be sketched in your mind!

A true dragon among men!

Among the three mountains and one peak, all the inner and outer disciples looked up at the sky with shocked faces, and muttered like a dream: "Sword Emperor, Spear Commander, Sword Shadow ......"

On Zaiwu Mountain, Gu Liutong stood on the treetops with his hands in his hands, looking up at the empty blue sky with a solemn face, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, and said to himself with a slightly bitter tone on the corner of his mouth: "Wan Jianheng, Liu Qianjun, Yingwu...... He is worthy of the pride of the sky!"

Located in the center of the three mountains of Junzi, Houde and Zaiwu, a steep and beautiful lonely peak rises abruptly!

In the center of the mountain, there is an ancient clumsy bronze bell that is enough to have a two-story attic as high as floating out of thin air, look at this bronze bell, there is a weight of 100,000 catties to say the least, the strange thing is that the strong wind on the top of the mountain blows, and the bronze bell is swaying with the wind.

At this moment, around the bronze bell stood four majestic figures, one white, one green, one ink and one yellow, among which the yellow figure was the first of Zaiwu Mountain, wearing an earthy yellow robe, and the chaotic Situ Bangtian!

He listened carefully to the three voices that were still competing, with an intoxicated expression, as if he was enjoying a melodious and moving silk and bamboo song: "Hey, these three little guys are really over-energetic, just announced the start of the inner door competition, and they can't wait to get on the bar!"

"Hey, these little guys have been holding back for three years, just waiting for today, can you not be excited", a majestic middle-aged man wearing a black yellow robe, a square face, and a black and white Tai Chi crown on his head said with a flowing clear beard, and then turned back to the white figure and said: "Senior Brother in charge, Jian Heng's nephew is only afraid that even the real people of the Ming Law can fight, right?

"Hehe, why did Senior Brother Ying say this?" The white figure was a handsome Taoist man wearing a white robe, stepping on ten-square shoes, a high crown and a belt, and holding a dusty sword in his hand, he stood on the top of the mountain, and when the wind blew over him, it automatically separated, and the dense aura lingered on him, and even the air softened a little when he smiled.

This is Qi Tian Zhenjun's unique vision!

Qi Tianjie, if you want to compete with the Tiangong test, the ultimate in the Kyushu cultivation world, the flesh has been branded with a faint "law" rhyme on the long road of cultivation, in the era when the immortal-level power is not born, Qi Tianzhenjun is the reason, the law, and the Tao!

He gently swept the dust in his hand, and said softly unhurriedly: "Heng'er is too high-spirited, and he wants to follow the Jindan Dao method of the ancient qi practitioner, so he has been suppressing it without breaking through...... It's your shadow martial artist nephew of Houde Mountain, his momentum is subtle but not revealed, his true yuan is harmonious and wishful, and his cultivation is almost the same as Heng'er, why do you still keep suppressing your cultivation to not break the rank? Do you also want to follow the Jindan Dao method of the ancient qi practitioner?"

"Hehe, Senior Brother in Charge said with a smile, how can Ying Wu have the courage of Jian Heng Master and Nephew......" The general of the ink-robed Daoist was drawn instead of being drawn, and casually snorted and caused trouble, and smiled at the cyan figure beside him: "Senior Brother Fang, looking at the posture of the domineering and domineering nephew of Yimeng, who else is willing to give up, could it be that he is also following the Jindan Dao method of the ancient qi practitioner?"

The cyan figure is a handsome middle-aged man wearing a azure robe, wearing a Confucian crown on his head, like a Confucian, looking at the handsome middle-aged man with fluttering clothes and extraordinary bearing, listening to the Taoist in the ink robe to lead the words to him, he didn't even blink his eyelids, just said lightly, "Her name is Liu Qianjun ...... now", and then stopped talking, resolutely not giving him a word.

The ink-robed Daoist pursed his lips in a bored manner, turned his head and threw his gaze at Situ Hongtian.

As soon as Situ Hongtian glanced at his eyes, his brain ached faintly, and he said angrily: "The three of you want to fight to the death, don't pull me, none of the things in my mountains are the opponents of those three little perverts!"

It's good that he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, the ink-robed Taoist let out a strange "huh" and asked, "Speaking of which, it seems that you didn't feel the breath of Wang Zidan's nephew just now?" It stands to reason that with that kid's unwilling to be lonely, how could he not let go of this good opportunity to be in the limelight...... Could it be that Senior Brother Situ, what amazing secret method did you prepare for that kid, isn't it inconvenient to show up now?"

As soon as these words came out, the white-robed master sect and the junior disciple of Junzi Shanfang turned their heads to look at Situ Hongtian at the same time, with a sense of exploration in their eyes.

The sect competition is an important competition to divide the supply of cultivation resources in the next three years for three mountains and one peak, and the first of each mountain is to fight for more cultivation resources for its own mountain gate, which is racking its brains and full of wisdom, as the ink robe Taoist said that this kind of early hidden strength, and only when the top ten battles show the practice of fighting for the first, it is not uncommon for the previous sects to compete for the first place.

Looking at the three pairs of searching eyes, Situ Hongtian was angry and aggrieved in his heart, and said I want to, but Wang Zidan's idiot was played to death by Subei, how can I let him hide?

He has always been hot, and he thought that Subei had not come back until now, and this time Dabi was hopeless to turn over, so he simply said angrily: "You and I are you? In order to fight for the first, he did not hesitate to let his disciples eat the 'Cutting Pill' to suppress the realm level?"

The second turning spirit pill is a good body refining pill for the true self level body refining monks, and the monks who don't practice the body will have an effect after eating it, forcibly scattering the true yuan into the body for body refining, such a dry method, although it will slightly increase the strength of the body, but it is far less affordable than the effect of practicing a body refining fist method, so doing this is not because I feel that my true self level is not complete and I want to spend more time to lay a solid foundation, or because of some special restrictions must suppress the current realm.

At this moment, the role of the myelin pill is naturally the latter, which is also the unspoken rule of the previous sect competitions.

It is important to know that to measure the strength of a monk, the level of cultivation is not the only one, there are also the factors of the five elements of mutual restraint, the factor of the grade of the exercises, the factor of the strength of martial arts, the factor of the strength of the physical body, the factor of speed and the difference in the experience of fighting and fighting...... Even weather factors and personality factors can become the key to determining who wins and loses, who lives and who dies in a battle!

Every powerful monk is a powerful complex with no obvious shortcomings or means to make up for their own shortcomings, these so many factors, even if the cultivation is almost the same, the strength can sometimes be very different!

Take Fang Cai's long howl as an example, Gu Liutong is the true self powerhouse in the middle of the Dragon Realm, but in the face of the three howls that persist until the end, he can only sigh to himself...... At the beginning, he and Su Bei did the task of the Ten Thousand Demon Building together, but he faced more than thirty fierce people who dared to carry a big knife in the face of more than 30 real self ranks!

And in the inner door battle of the Tianxing Sect Great Competition, the inner disciples who participated in the battle were all true self ranks, so that a super strong existence that could crush other inner disciples horizontally and vertically within the same level was a guarantee that their respective mountain sects could achieve good results in the sect competition and seize more cultivation resources!

With this kind of guarantee, which leader doesn't want him to stay in the True Self Rank for two more years and play a few more sect competitions?

When Situ Bangtian said this, he actually meant to flip the table...... I can't play, so don't have fun, everybody.

In an instant, one of the heads of the real monarch and the two first real people present looked at Situ Bangtian's eyes a little unhappy.

Zhangjiao Zhenjun shook off the dust again, and said with a smile: "I said Senior Brother Situ, although Zaiwu Mountain has been weak for many years, he can't give up the hope of turning over, Heng'er, Qianjun Senior Nephew, and Shadow Martial Master Nephew should be the last time to participate in the sect competition, you Zaiwu Mountain will work hard to fight for the next sect competition!"

Senior Brother Junzi Shanfang nodded in agreement, "Senior Brother in charge is right, there is a way to be Tianxingjian, and the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, Senior Brother Situ, you can't give up treatment, you still have thousands of people up and down the mountain still pointing to you to make a living!"

Although the first two said it politely, it was quite tactful.

The yellow-robed Taoist was not so tactful, "Senior Brother Situ, aren't you?" When the nephew of the Heavenly Bombing Master sat first in the session, you laughed off all the big teeth and the three of us were nothing, why did it be your turn to sit first, and you had a black face......

When Situ Bangtian returned to Zaiwu Mountain, his old face was really black as the bottom of a pot.

"Immediately activate the Inner Disciple Token Search Array, whether it is turning over North Luzhou or digging nine feet into the ground, you must get that little bastard in Northern Jiangsu back to Lao Tzu!"