Outside the ban, there were many people staring at the thirteen pictures in front of them, and all of them began to flicker and exchange hands.

I saw that there were probably hundreds of people in each Daozhou, standing scattered, waiting for people to challenge.

This is the rule of baptism in the blessed land, and it is also their way of defending the majesty of the sect or family.

And those disciples of scattered cultivators or small sects, and even people from far away who are gradually leaving, their purpose is to come for a better future and cultivation resources.

The two sides were destined for an inevitable fight as early as the moment it first began.

"That's Sanxiu Wang Jie! He's really here!" someone next to him exclaimed.

Fang Yanli immediately looked towards the picture closest to him, and sure enough, he saw a skinny middle-aged man slowly walking through the corridor of the city's buildings and coming to the flickering pillar of light.

Behind the pillar of light, hundreds of people, both men and women, stood with serious faces, this is someone from Wuji Dao Prefecture.

Wang Jie clenched his fists and seemed to say something, and the hundreds of people were expressionless.

Every sect in every Daozhou would have a Dao Protector standing behind these young people, and at this time, a man in a bright yellow robe flew out and pointed at Wang Jie from afar, and what he said was also inaudible.

Seeing Wang Jie smiling, he nodded lightly.

Then a plump woman walked out in front of the protector, holding a delicate flying sword in one hand, and flew out directly.

"Wang Jie is really a genius, but his fate is not good, a person who can build a foundation at the age of forty, his limit will definitely not be to build a foundation!" someone told Wang Jie's origin.

Fang gradually listened without saying a word, but a flash of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"It is worthy of the foundation building of the Southern Regions, much stronger than the first foundation building monk who was eaten by Yao Chi. ”

In fact, he didn't know that in terms of cultivation, this Wang Jie was only in the early stage of foundation building, and he was even weaker than that Hao Song at the beginning, but if he really wanted to face it, that Hao Song was definitely not an enemy.

Although Wang Jie is a casual cultivator, his spiritual power is quite pure, and his cultivation is also meticulous, and he has no distractions, and he can be called excellent even in the Southern Regions in the same realm.

According to the regulations, the fighting side can send someone with a slightly higher realm to fight, but obviously no one can do anything to Wang Jie in such a situation.

Sure enough, Wang Jie and the plump woman fought for only half a pillar of incense, and the woman was directly shocked back, and the tiger's mouth holding the flying sword cracked.

With a wave of his palm, the protector made the woman retreat, and soon a strong man with a fleshy face came up.

The two also fought for a while, but the strong man was still defeated.

The protector's face was a little ugly, and he didn't even send people to fight anymore.

Wang Jie's identity as a loose cultivator was not easy to save the face of these forces, and he turned around to invite the other forces to fight.

The protector was obviously prepared, and a handsome young man in fluttering clothes flew out and entangled with Wang Jie.

This young man obviously has a very high status, and he can see that the juniors and sisters behind him are shouting loudly.

is also worthy of the expectations of all the junior brothers and sisters, and in the end, the young man made a strange move, quickly came behind Wang Jie, and beat Wang Jie forward with a palm full of spiritual power.

When Wang Jie turned around again, the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, obviously injured.

In this battle, Wang Jie lost.

Fortunately, the holder of the post had a chance to recover from pranayama, and he immediately sat down on the spot and swallowed an obviously good elixir.

After half a cup of tea, Wang Jie stood up again and began to invite another force to fight.

What came out this time was a petite woman, with a timid look, although the moves were very crisp, but it was too rigid, and compared with Wang Jie, who struggled in life and death, it was still too tender.

The two fought for a stick of incense, Wang Jie felt that he had given enough face, and unexpectedly spit out a purple flame from his mouth, which directly burned the woman to the point of defeat, and finally had to admit defeat.

won three of the four battles, but Wang Jie hugged his fists again, turned around and left directly.

"Sanren Wang Jie, get the qualification to enter the blessed land!" A majestic voice sounded from the center of the entire Kuixing City.

It was the first person to pass, and the hearts of the people were lifted.

Some people who were close to the gambling house immediately shouted wildly, their faces ecstatic, and it was obvious that they had also gained something.

"Casual cultivation should not be underestimated. Fang gradually left with emotion.

At the same time, he also noticed with some awe-inspiring that there were still many people who started to challenge at the same time as Wang Jie, but in the end, only Wang Jie passed the challenge, and because of the loss, he lost the opportunity to win all five battles and join the Kuidou Eight factions.

"The Tianjiao who was challenged are all dragons among people, and I don't know if there is an existence that can fight with me. Fang gradually couldn't help but think.

It stands to reason that there should be no, he has now opened up ninety percent of the sea of qi to the level of perfection, and he is only one step away from breaking through ten percent of the obstacles, reaching the full opening of the sea of qi, and entering the foundation building water as a matter of course.

In this case, Fang gradually left, if he wanted to find an opponent in the Qi Sea realm, it was too difficult and too difficult.

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When the outside world was shouting wildly, and everyone was eagerly watching the challenge, in the ban of Kuixing City, in a certain bland house.

"The holder of the fourth silver post entered. A man opened his eyes, and there was a flame in his eyes.

"What cultivation?" asked a figure hidden in the darkness in a low voice.

"The foundation is in the middle stage, and the age should be less than thirty years old. ”

"Is it in the middle stage of foundation building? Sure enough, it's a very good seedling, arrange for your Liu Yan of the Yan Sect to try it." ”

"Liu Yan, he has reached the peak of the late stage of foundation building, isn't that right?" said a soft and breezy voice.

It was a woman with a slight whirlwind swirling around her body all the time, and her face was calm.

"No matter how you say it, they are all descendants of the old people, I think let me go to Huang Li'er of the Wind Sect. ”

"Is it late in the foundation building stage? The figure hidden in the darkness immediately confirmed.

"In addition, if the holder of the silver post wants to challenge the people of other Daozhou, he should give priority to letting him fight, so that it is convenient for us to understand his strength and heritage. The man finally added.

After the people in this house agreed, Fang Yuanli, who was observing from the outside world, was suddenly stunned, and immediately saw that outside of those thirteen screens, there were actually eight more monks from Kuixing City flying out.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, a picture even larger than the next thirteen condensed.

The picture is very blurry at first, then gradually clear, and finally fixed on a very enchanting and charming back.

Fang Yanli immediately felt a sudden feeling in his heart, for some reason, this person made him feel a little familiar.

And as if there was some sense, this bewitching figure quickly gradually turned around......

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