Time passed bit by bit, some people challenged success, some people challenged failure, and a few of them made a deep impression on Fang Cun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Among them was a very ordinary man, this man was a monk of the Immortal Cliff, this person was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and with a top-level attack magic weapon, he defeated the defender of the Renzi Ring, this defender was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

The success of the challenge of leapfrogging caused a burst of exclamations from the audience, and was defeated by the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the defender's face was a little unbearable, and his face was extremely gloomy, but this was going to hurt the monks behind, because this person's grievances must be vented, and naturally it was vented on the fighters behind.

The other person is a beautiful woman with a goose yellow face, this woman is from Yunmeng Valley, she is a rare sword cultivator, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, she chose the Jiazi number ring, and defeated the defender who was also in the late stage of foundation building, which made everyone in the audience exclaim.

"The sword cultivator is really strong among the monks of the same realm, it seems that this woman has not used all her strength, if she goes all out, even the foundation building Great Perfection monk must be careful to deal with it so that she will not be defeated!" This is Fang Cun's comment on this woman.

Then, he walked around the ten rings, focusing on observing the person Xingtian, Liang Zi had already taken over, he wanted to know about this person's methods, in case he met one day, so he had a precaution.

As the defender of the Xinzi team, Xingtian's strength is also extremely strong, using an axe-shaped high-grade magic weapon, this axe is red all over, and he has defeated three fighters of the same level one after another, and all three monks are injured under Xingtian's hands.

At this time, Xingtian, naked, stood on the black platform with his hands and shoulders, with a contemptuous expression on his face, looking at the eyes of everyone in the audience was like looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered, which made everyone in the audience angry but did not dare to fight on the stage easily, and was arrogant for a while.

Fang Cun watched coldly from a distance for a long time before leaving, and walked towards the black platform, and he had carefully considered the choice of the black platform.

The strength of the spiritual power in his body is enough to be comparable to that of a monk at the sixth level of Qi training, coupled with the power of divine thoughts comparable to that of a monk at the beginning of foundation building, it can be said that there is no problem with challenging a monk at the seventh level of Qi training, but he did not choose the two black platforms of B and E, the reason is very simple, Lu Yang Zhenren is sitting in front of the door of the Imperial Demon Hall at the moment, maybe this person has been observing him, he does not dare to expose too many things, so as not to attract the attention of this person again. Moreover, in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, it is absolutely impossible for a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi refining to defeat a monk of the seventh layer of Qi refining, unless this person has the spiritual root of the first three grades to be able to cross the three small realms to defeat the opponent.

Fang Cun has the qualification of the eight-grade spiritual root, and it is normal for him to fight across the border, and he does not dare to sacrifice the high-grade magic weapon, because the power of the divine thought of the monk of the fourth layer of qi refining is not enough to urge the high-grade magic weapon, if he sacrifices the high-grade magic weapon, it will definitely cause an uproar, which is essentially different from the urging rune treasure, and it is still possible to urge the rune treasure with the cultivation of the fourth layer of qi refining, after all, the power of divine thought is not needed, but the magic weapon is needed.

So after some consideration, Fang Cun still chose his own black platform.

At this time, there have been dozens of people on the black platform of the word Zi have challenged, nearly half of the number of people have successfully beaten, and the number of people needed by the team is only twelve, it is foreseeable that there will be many people who will be stationed in the stronghold and cannot join the team, however, this is already a good result for some monks who are greedy for life and fear of death and seek comfort, after all, there is less danger of contact with the demon correction surface.

Seeing that the defender on the stage had finished pranayama, Fang Cun jumped down and landed on the black stone platform, hugged his fists at this person and said, "Senior brother Fang Cun, senior brother is invited!"

The defender was a monk from the Heavenly Dao Gate, dressed in a soap-colored Dao robe, with a cold face, a little taciturn, nodding slightly at Fang Cun, and said, "Dao Thirty-Nine!"

"Tao 39? What a strange name. A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Cun's eyes when he heard this, he didn't expect this person's name to be so strange, does this name mean the thirty-ninth monk who worshiped the Heavenly Dao Gate?

This person is using an earthy brown shield, as long as you break through the defense of this shield, you can successfully fight, it can be said that the competition is the strength of spiritual power and the level of magic weapons in your hand.

The shield in the hand of Dao Thirty-Nine is a low-grade magic weapon, and most of the fifth-level Qi cultivators will have one or two medium-grade magic weapons in their hands, this person uses this low-grade magic weapon I don't know if it is deliberately waterproof or only this one low-grade magic weapon can be used, but it is unlikely that the water will be released, after all, even if the strength of the team is weak, it is also to choose some monks with strong strength of the same level.

Fang Cun smiled slightly, and a dozen talismans appeared in his hand, and then he began to pinch the talismans, and there were words in his mouth.

The magic weapons in his storage bag are all high-grade magic weapons at the very least, and Lei Zhenzi can't use them, so he can only use talismans, but fortunately, he bought a large number of low-level talismans before going to the first line of heaven, which is enough to consume the spiritual power in Dao Thirty-nine's body.

Several people in the audience saw Fang Cun casually took out a dozen talismans, and they also exclaimed, although the price of eight or nine grade talismans is not very high, most of them are only the price of more than ten spirit stones, but this time it is a bit exaggerated to take out thirty or forty pieces, and the gaze of looking at Fang Cun has also changed.

When Dao Thirty-Nine saw this dozen talismans, his face twitched obviously, and his expression became depressed, he did have a few other magic weapons, and there were medium-grade magic weapons, but this time he did so after receiving the captain's order, however, this does not mean that he has to honestly stand in place and be abused, thinking of this, Dao Thirty-nine put away his shield, and then said: "Senior Brother Fang, you have passed the selection, come here early tomorrow morning to gather, and someone will take you into the world of the brand."

After saying that, without looking at Fang Cun, he returned to his place and sat down cross-legged, waiting for the next monk to fight.

Fang Cun's disdain to Dao Thirty-Nine is also a smile, he can naturally understand the feeling in this person's heart, he can obviously fight, but he knows that he can only be passively abused, which is really depressing.

Since the fight was successful, there was no point in continuing to stay here, so Fang Cun called Tan Xiao and turned around and left Blackstone Square.

In the corner of the Black Rock Square, there were a few people standing there far away, and the people around them automatically kept a distance from these people, one of them was a man in a golden robe, looking at the figure of Fang Cun leaving, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

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