In the line of sight, there were several people who should be regarded as the verdict of this tower fight, among which there were many acquaintances, Yuemei, the head of the Tan family, and the other few should be the leaders of the major families of the local forces of the Cloud Wilderness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And behind Fang Fei'er, there were two more beautiful and lovely women, and their breath was exactly the same as the two Angzang men at the beginning, and there was no doubt that it was the magic of illusion.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but be secretly suspicious, Fang Fei'er's identity was unknown, and the other two people dressed as handmaids also knew the method of illusion, which had to arouse suspicion, but looking at their appearance, they didn't seem to care at all.

Seeing the delicate woman who was not inferior to Youruo in appearance, Hu Yanlie was stunned, the horror in his expression flashed, his eyes didn't seem to dare to look directly, he lowered his head stupidly, and a trace of resentment secretly flashed in his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the time when I am fighting in the Cloud Wilderness Tower, and I don't talk ...... gossip" but it was the Emperor of the Cloud Wilderness who spoke, and there was a kind of majesty in his words, which was worthy of being the lord of a country.

Subsequently, with a big hand, countless dense bamboo slips, two inches long, flew into the air, drawing a messy trajectory, on which there was faint handwriting, but it was a little unclear under the cover of the real yuan.

"This bamboo slip is engraved with groups, divided into one to six, six groups, and later what is written in the bamboo slip in your hand, you will enter which stone platform in front of you"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo slips in the sky suddenly fell, and they fell into the palms of everyone who competed, and everyone was shocked.

On the bamboo slip in Yang Xuan's hand, there are two words written on it, not surprisingly, it is the second stone platform on the left in front of him, at this moment, there are already people standing on it, staring at others who are also standing on the stone platform with a wary expression.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or an arrangement, that Hu Yanlie happened to be on the same stage as him, a pair of dark eyes were staring at him, and there was a hint of danger on his face.

The palm of the hand is slightly grasped, the thumb is erected, and the meaning is self-evident as it slowly crosses the neck.

Yang Xuan was silent, he had no time to pay attention to it, but the fat man, Youruo, and the two daughters of the Tan family were all divided into different high platforms, and there were six places for competition, including nearly 1,000 people here.

"The rules are simple, brawl"

As soon as he said this, although the people in the audience had expected it, they also seemed a little panicked at the moment.

"Each stone platform has six people, before you can enter the final battle, so as to win the quota for entering the tower, between the fights, be careful, those who fall out of the stone platform are regarded as elimination, do you hear clearly?"

"Hear me clearly"

The sound of the mountains and tsunami echoing the peace, for them standing on the stage and glancing at the others, caution is far less than the excitement of the battle.

After all, it is necessary to decide the winner, thinking in my mind, just after the Yunhuang Emperor finished saying the general rules, each competition platform moved, and the three people gathered together, maybe they knew each other before, or it may be the way to fight the enemy before they were decided, anyway, it is relatively safer to hold together than to suffer the enemy on the back.

"Isn't that a little unfair?"

Offstage, among the ranks of several elders, Fang Fei'er frowned slightly, looked at the situation on the stage, and spoke.

"Miss Fei'er, how can you say that cultivation is fair, the situation in reality is far more cruel than this tower fight......"

"It is these words, the big waves sweep the sand, and the rest can be called real gold, and they are more qualified to enter the Cloud Desolate Tower to cultivate."

Several old men beside her explained that in their opinion, this brawl was a training, and those with strength would definitely stand out, otherwise, they could only stand out from the crowd.

Fang Fei'er didn't speak, but her eyes inadvertently fell on the No. 2 stone platform, she saw Hu Yanlie's movements completely, and couldn't help but worry about Yang Xuan, after all, in that fight, Yang Xuan completely fell into the disadvantage, she didn't believe that Hu Yanlie would let go of such a good opportunity, kill others, and let him advance.

"Now, the first round of tower buckets, begin"

As the words fell, the field fell into a strange stalemate, and no one was willing to take the lead, which meant that he might become the target of public criticism, and he would not be the first to be eliminated.

Everyone looked at the others vigilantly, and the true yuan in their bodies was agitated, and they were on guard.

On the No. 2 stone platform where Yang Xuan was, in addition to him and Nahu Yanlie, there was also a powerful son of the Yunhuang local family, and a cultivator of the Ye family who was at the peak of the True Yuan Zang, at this moment, he seemed to be unable to bear this quiet and tense atmosphere, and his expression was a little impatient.

The figure flickered, and he jumped to the nearest lone ordinary monk very quickly, and struck out with a palm, but the person didn't have time to react, only felt a violent pain in his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

In the next moment, the Ye family's son flew out with a kick, hitting his waist and abdomen, and heard a tooth-aching sound of broken bones, and was instantly kicked out of several meters, tumbling and falling off the stone platform, fainting.

Such an action is like the guide, fire, and rope of the big war, someone takes the lead, and naturally there are many cultivators who can't hold it back, and for a while, the fist in the field is full of fists, the legs are heavy, and the true yuan is full of light, and even slightly overshadows the momentum of the Cloud Desolate Giant Tower behind everyone.

Several disciples of the family, but at this moment, few people care, between the fights, they all avoid them, they all know that these people of the family are strong, and it will backfire if they make a rash move.

After some blind scattered monks found them, only to be seriously injured and dying, and were eliminated, this feeling in everyone's hearts became stronger and stronger, "Absolutely, you must not find trouble with them, clear the others out first"

"Boy, offended" On the chaotic and noisy stone platform, there were shouts and wails everywhere, and the roar that suddenly resounded in the ears was extremely clear.

Yang Xuan turned his head to look, but it was a few monks who had never met before who were agitating the true yuan, swords struck each other, and the shock of gold and iron burst out, rushing towards him with a fierce momentum, and the previous loud shout came from the mouth of the person in charge.

"It's all for the quota of Cloud Desolate Tower, I'm sorry brother"

Said coldly, a bright sword light shot out of the air between his raised hands, extremely sharp, Yang Xuan frowned, but the people who came were all in the realm of the flesh, and their cultivation was similar to their own.

Seeing this, Hu Yanlie, who was standing upright in the field, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, this kind of scene was what he was happy to see, "I want to see how you pick it up, but don't lose it all at once."

Yang Xuan used his finger to write the pen, and he swiped repeatedly in the void in front of him, and a rich golden thunderbolt appeared, swirling around his fingertips, and formed a huge pen phantom in an instant, and shot away.

"Zhen Yuanzang, damn it" The face of the leader changed greatly, he didn't expect that the targets he and his party caught casually were all monks of this realm, "Fight, there are many of us, even if he has a high realm?"

As soon as he said this, he did not retreat but advanced, and the sword light that was speeding in the air suddenly increased in a circle, and the power was even greater, and several people behind him saw him act like this, and they gritted their teeth, but they wanted to fight for a chance.

For a while, the weapons were sacrificed, and all kinds of attack lights and shadows of different shapes attacked with awe-inspiring momentum.

The explosion of "boom" was not obvious when the whole audience was full of noise, and after one blow, those people obviously felt Yang Xuan's arrogance, and they had a retreat in their hearts, but at this moment, his actions disrupted his thoughts, and it was worth rushing hard,

Yang Xuan's fingertips were still golden, clenched into a fist, his figure flashed, and disappeared in place, only to hear the daunting wind blowing, before everyone could react, a fist with golden light appeared in front of him almost at the same time, which was set off white and translucent, but with a faint ferocity.

"Ang ......" The qi and blood dragon shape in Yang Xuan's body had already exploded, the dragon chant shook, and the fists and flesh intersected burst out with great strength, and one figure flew out upside down, his chest was deeply dented, and blood was sprinkled all over.

"I, we admit defeat, admit defeat......" As soon as the words came out, he endured the sharp pain in his chest, and fled off the stone platform in embarrassment, seeing Yang Xuan put away his palm, clenched his fist slightly, and couldn't help but be full of horror.

"We are not opponents of such strong people, we are not opponents by physical strength alone......"

Hu Yanlie's face instantly turned cold, this kid didn't seem to be as unbearable as he imagined, perhaps, he should really eliminate him in this first round of brawl.

Thinking of this, Hu Yanlie's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, the folding fan opened, and the snow-white fan began to swell with a faint dark color, but after a while, it was a smile.

"Let's spare your life for now, see if you can get through this level, it's just the beginning for now"

The situation is like this, those monks of the great clan who have some strength, scattered people, almost no action, although there are people eliminated every moment in the field, but compared to the base of 1,000 people, it is still too scattered.

Alias Shitai, the second daughter of the Tan family, if the group has always seemed to be light and light, no one dares to touch his edge, but he is a fat man, and the chaos of the battle situation has begun to appear, and he has been targeted, but he has a good abacus in his hand, and between the rolling waves of red and blue, he has also repelled many ordinary monks who see him as a bully and come up with the intention of attacking, which is considered safe.

"Your shit luck is good, you didn't get attacked by the crowd"

Hu Yanlie's cold voice passed through the noisy fighting crowd and resounded in Yang Xuan's mind, but it was the true yuan sound transmission method.

When he turned his head to look, he saw Hu Yanlie's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was full of a strange aura, which was full of banter, staring straight at Yang Xuan, and the folding fan in his hand was fanning back and forth, looking leisurely.

"It's not like you, in the name of your family, to steal this moment of leisure"

Hu Yanlie's face sank, and then he sneered again, "You can try, whether my Hu Yanlie's name is given by the clan, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that time."

He meant something, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the son of the Ye family, who had eliminated many ordinary monks, and sure enough, after knocking one person off the stone platform with one palm, his eyes locked on Yang Xuan's body, which meant inexplicably.