Because of Tu Xiong, Qin Long took a few more glances at the battlefield he was in, and he didn't see that this black-clothed young man was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from the beginning, at this time, the punch strength that burst out with his punch made Qin Long feel frightened, and it was the first time he saw the strength of the strength to form a substance, which made Qin Long guess, what kind of strength can this young man reach?

"Strength, this is a symbol of strength reaching Sanjun!!" Baishan stared at the honest young man and said in a deep voice.

"Sanjun?" Qin Long, Qiu Tian, and Qin Hu all turned their heads in confusion, this was the first time they had heard the word about measuring strength!

"There are ancient records in my Bailian clan that in the ancient years, the strong used "Jun" to measure the strength of a person! Generally speaking, one punch can make the ground shake, the strength reaches one jun, and the crack in the space is two jun, and the three jun will materialize the strength, with my current strength, it can only reach the level of two jun!" Baishan explained.

Qin Long looked at this honest young man in surprise, the strength of a hundred mountains could only reach Erjun, and this person's strength had actually reached the level of Sanjun?

"Ancient books in my clan record that in the ancient years, many powerful races were born, these races pursued the ultimate of strength, excavated the limit of flesh and blood, their power can tear the moon and stars, and shatter the mysteries of heaven and earth, among them, there is a race that excavates the power to the limit, this race is known as the ancient king race, called the barbarian royal family, it is rumored that the adult clansmen of the barbarian royal clan can reach ten thousand jun, which is also the origin of the rumor "heavier than ten thousand jun"!!" Baishan's voice became extremely heavy, with his strength was only two jun, compared to Wan Jun, it could be said that there was a world of difference!

The increase in strength is extremely demanding on the highest level, and it is difficult for Baishan to imagine how strong the strength needs to be when the strength reaches 10,000 jun.

"Barbarian royal family?" Qin Long was shocked, he glanced at Qin Hu, and found that Qin Hu's face was stiff, and he looked at Baishan with a surprised expression, if he could speak, I am afraid that he would have already opened his mouth to ask.

Just when Qin Long wanted to ask Baishan, Baishan said again: "However, such an anti-heaven race has only been recorded in ancient books, and to this day, these races may no longer exist in the world, and even if there are left, their bloodline power is less than one-ten-thousandth of the ancient period, and it is not much different from ordinary people!"

Qin Hu's eyes darkened, clenching his fists a little unwillingly, under the guidance of Cang Wuji, he stimulated the power of the bloodline in his body, knowing that he was a member of the barbarian royal clan, but as Baishan said, his bloodline was already extremely thin, he was only a little stronger than ordinary people at this time, far less powerful than the barbarian royal clan in the ancient period.

Sensing Qin Hu's loss, Qin Long knew that he was afraid that Baishan was right, Qin Hu was likely to be a barbarian royal clan, but the bloodline in his body was no longer in the Ancient Period, and it was difficult to reach that level! After a moment's hesitation, Qin Long asked, "Could it be that none of these races can reach the strength of the Ancient Period?"

"The strength of such a race comes from the bloodline in the body, because of the age, the bloodline is thinner and thinner from generation to generation, and it is difficult to reach the strength of the ancient period, of course, if you can get the bloodline of the ancestors, then it is another matter!" Baishan said slowly.

"Get the bloodline of the ancestors?" Qin Long smiled bitterly, how difficult is it to get the bloodline of the powerhouses in the ancient period? Not to mention that the age is too long, even if there is, I am afraid that it has already been taken by many powerhouses!

At this time, the first battle had come to an end, and Wang Cheng was hit hard, but passed the assessment.

The first battle was over, and after many bone masters had cleaned up the battlefield, the second battle started immediately, and Zen Qingfeng and Qin Hu both left their seats and walked towards the battlefield!

"Senior brother, who will be the first to win this battle?" Looking at the battlefield, Qiu Tian asked expectantly.

"I can't say!" Qin Long smiled indifferently, in this battle, Lin Yu, the disciples of Killing Peak, and Xianqing played separately, although these people were not on the same battlefield, but after the first round of assessment, no one could say whether these bone masters who seemed to be outstanding had hidden strength.

When the storm announced the start of the second battle, the ten battlefields were surging with momentum, and several figures were directly knocked out of the enchantment.

Three breaths!!

In the time of three breaths, Zen Qingfeng blasted all the disciples in the battlefield out of the enchantment, and then, Lin Yu passed through the second in four breaths. The disciples of the Killing Peak passed the assessment in five breaths, and the third place passed the assessment, such a speed, so that countless bones were shocked on the spot, this was simply a massacre, Chan Qingfeng shot viciously, but he just shook these disciples out of the enchantment, which can also be seen Zen Qingfeng's transformation, before he killed Cang Chongjun, with his spleen, I am afraid that these people will all die violently.

Lin Yu pierced through every bone, and the battlefield of the Killing Peak disciple was also eight deaths, and the means were so ruthless that the other young leaders only felt a chill down their backs.

When everyone was shocked, at the tenth breath time, Qin Hu and Xianqing also passed the assessment, just like Zen Qingfeng, Qin Hu shook a young leader out of the enchantment with one punch, and did not hurt his surname!

What frightened Qin Long was Xianqing, he didn't make a move in the first few breaths, but was watching the battlefield of Zen Qingfeng and Lin Yu and others, when they passed, Xianqing made a move, and this move instantly strangled the nine disciples!! Qin Long saw countless sharp swords flooding the battlefield in a trance, and those nine disciples couldn't resist it, and they were instantly corpsed on the spot!

"The mystery of the sword! What a ruthless method" Qin Long raised his eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart!

"Young leaders, aren't you afraid of being damned? One day, you will die at the hands of others like those who died at your hands, and you can just shake out the enchantment, why do you want to take their surname?" an old man in the crowd stood up and said sharply.

Although the competition cannot avoid human deaths, but at this time, it is undoubtedly a massacre, these young leaders who have worked hard for more than ten years of cultivation died in an instant, which makes the people behind those who died tragically angry at the same time, and some people are even more tearful, from the first round of competition, there are many people who leave sadly.

Some people are happy, some people are sad! Many of these young leaders who died tragically are the hopes of many small and medium-sized forces!

The dueling arena fell silent, as the old man said, leaving the enchantment is abstaining, if you want to pass, you can shake the young leader out of the enchantment, there is no need to take his surname, although the rise of the strong is to stand on countless bones, but this kind of slaughter is regrettable.

"Old man, who is to blame if his strength is not as good as others? He said, if you die in someone stronger than yourself, no one will blame anyone, if you are afraid of death, don't come to participate in the Heavenly Bone Festival!" said a young man with strong blood and strength.

The old man looked at the bone man with sharp eyes, but did not hear the voice to refute this person, which made the old man sigh in his heart, and sat down lonely, this kind of slaughter is the default of the Heavenly Bone Dynasty, and such slaughter will be indispensable in the past events, but no one came forward to stop it, the purpose of the Heavenly Bone Festival is to screen out the top leaders to enter the barren mountain, and no one cares what means the top leaders use to pass the assessment.

"The weak eat the strong, the grass cares about human life, and the strong are respected!" Although Qin Long is not hard-hearted, but he is not a person with a flood of compassion, this kind of world, what is about strength, no strength, he may be like the fate of these people who were killed in seconds, in this world, there are too many things, it is involuntarily, everyone is chasing strength in order to survive, but ignoring other things!

This made Qin Long in a trance, if one day when his strength reached its peak, if he had no relatives and no friends, then what was the point of having strong strength? He glanced at Qiu Tian and Baishan who were silent on the side, and then looked at Zen Qingfeng and Qin Hu on the battlefield, Qin Long's heart was warm, no matter what, he was not alone, he had brothers!

Looking at the sky, Qin Long thought of his father who had no news, and his mother who had forgotten his appearance, his heart was very complicated, all these years, he was fighting for his goal, but deep in his heart, the idea of reuniting with his parents had been deeply rooted.

Perhaps, under the strong appearance of chasing goals, Qin Long has a dream of reunion deep in his heart!

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