Shen Cheng's face was slightly gloomy when he heard this, but he replied with a very low attitude: "Young Master Luohang, this son is already a person of the Loyal Dao Sect, and it is very likely that he is a Dao Sect variable!"

"Is that so?" Luo Hang's eyes flashed with a striking edge, but he still insisted: "I'll try it myself!"

On the battle platform, Sun Wukong slowly pulled out his spear, Mu Feng's body fell to the ground, bleeding from his chest, staining the earth red, and was immediately moved away by two Taoists.

Chu Tianxiong, who had already finished breathing, looked at this scene dumbfounded, and his heart was shocked, even the three of them!

Sun Wukong held a spear in his hand, his expression was waveless, as if he had just done a trivial thing, only to see his indifferent gaze looking around the new crowd, and his proud voice spit out: "What about my opponent?

In the crowd, a young man shook his head with a wry smile and said, "The price of fighting with you is too heavy, I'd better give up the battle directly!"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong smiled faintly at the young man, jumped off the battlefield, and walked back into the crowd.

Sun Wukong, since he will not kill everyone, but if people don't fight, he can save some effort!

On one of the battle stages, Murong Ming's figure stood upright, attracting the attention of everyone in the martial arts arena!

Sun Wukong also wants to see, where is Murong Ming's extraordinary?

Opposite Murong Ming, a young man's figure stood tall, and the aura of the martial arts realm bloomed undoubtedly, and in his hands, endless killing condensed.

Now these newcomers have all broken through to the martial arts realm to cultivate, and what they compare with each other is the strength of the spiritual power condensed by the exercises, and even the strength of the supernatural martial arts, the level of combat talent, etc., although they are in the same realm, but the strength of the spiritual power determines the strength of the individual.

The wind rose, and the young man's figure rushed towards Murong Ming, and his clapped hands turned into two killing palm prints containing the power of his own Dao intent.

Murong Ming raised his fist and blasted out, and a sword intent condensed from his body, turning into a faint sword shadow that burst out from his fist.

'Boom'

The sword shadow carried supreme might, and Jing instantly tore the boy's palm print and stabbed at the boy's body.

The young man slapped a palm print in his hand again, his body retreated sharply, and the sword shadow approached, dissolving with the palm print.

The young man's heart was light, but he saw Murong Ming's figure coming from him. In the hand that leaned out, another terrifying sword shadow was ready to attack, locking all the places where the young man was dodging, leaving only his way back!

The young man frowned, although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to jump off the battlefield and give up the battle directly!

Murong Ming dispersed the Dao intent of the sword in his hand, and his tall figure stood with his hands in his hands, and his expression was extremely arrogant!

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, the person who led the leader of Tianjiao really lived up to his reputation.

Murong Ming's gaze swept across the void and landed on top of Sun Wukong. Although he looked down, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and his arrogant expression was also slightly shaken.

And Sun Wukong's handsome face is still waveless, staring straight at him.

At this moment, Murong Ming had no joy in his heart, the scene when Sun Wukong killed Mu Feng with a supreme posture was too shocking, even Murong Ming was no longer as confident as before!

I still remember that before the Ten Thousand Demon Forest experience, Murong Ming had made Sun Wukong have no power to resist with one palm, but now, Sun Wukong gave him a mortal threat in turn.

Sun Wukong went from being inconspicuous to now fighting in less than a month.

This speed of growth made Murong Ming extremely unwilling!

The eyes of the two of them burned like flames, making everyone fantasize about fighting like two people, what was the result?

Since then, the battle has not stopped, and the three of them have defeated their respective opponents, Yang Zhan, Zhang Fan, and Liang Zheng, and they have advanced without any suspense.

Four hundred and twenty-two, after elimination, there are two hundred and eleven people left, excluding Mu Feng, it is two hundred and ten!

At this time, it is past noon, and the sunset is gradually setting in the west, but it is still too early.

The young Taoist jumped onto the battle stage before, and the voice in his mouth resounded in the martial arts arena: "Today's big competition is over here, tomorrow, the hundred refining array will seize the Dao idea, and choose the top 100!"

After saying that, the Taoist left the battlefield and did not say anything more.

Sun Wukong wrinkled his brows and was puzzled, always feeling that the atmosphere in the Daomen was a little weird, but he couldn't say why?

The previous inner disciples of the Dao Sect were even more puzzled, they also saw that it was extraordinary, but no one knew why? You know, in previous years, they would go through another round of solo fighting before they carried out the experience of the Hundred Refining Array!

The elders of the three sects gradually dispersed, and a group of new disciples also returned to the Taoist living quarters.

"Thank you Brother Sun for your righteous action!" Chu Tianxiong, who had almost recovered, said gratefully as he hugged Sun Wukong.

If it weren't for Sun Wukong, I'm afraid his path of cultivation would have ended today.

"You're welcome. Sun Wukong smiled friendly, and then asked, "Go back together?"

"Good!" Chu Tianxiong smiled heartily.

Chu Tianxiong was arrogant by nature, and he chatted with the four of Sun Wukong. Halfway through, two inner disciples with unkind expressions intercepted the way of the five!

Sun Wukong stopped the three of them, took another step, and asked, "What is the matter with you?"

"Sun Wukong, someone wants to see you, come with us!"

One of them said with an indifferent expression as if he were an order.

Sun Wukong frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

"You'll know when you go!"

Among the Daomen, no one dares to attack him again. Sun Wukong's heart moved slightly, and he said to the four people who were slightly worried: "You go back first, and I'll come when I go!"

"Brother Wukong, be careful yourself!" Tang Qianqian instructed uneasily.

Sun Wukong nodded, and turned to the Taoist disciples: "Lead the way!"

The two disciples turned and led the way, straight to the top of the mountain, and came to a dense forest.

A separate attic was built here, which is elegant, with a wooden table and four wooden benches in front of the attic. On one of the wooden benches, there was a figure sitting upright, and behind it, there was a half-hundred-hundred-year-old man with a cold breath.

"Here, go by yourself. ”

One of the disciples pointed ahead, then walked away and disappeared into the jungle.

Sun Wukong's arrival also attracted the attention of the people in front of him, who were staring at him, and even showed a smile to him and beckoned.

'Who is this person who can sit at the same table with the Dao Sect Protector Elder?'

Sun Wukong thought in his heart, raised his feet and walked away, the person sitting upright on the wooden bench was the young man next to Jiang Yuan before, and he was also the Luo Hang in the mouth of Jiang Yuan's two brothers.

Luo Hang, about seventeen years old, slender and straight, born like jade, in his eyes, there seems to be an extremely confident look, even if Sun Wukong glances, you can see that he is extraordinary.

Who is he? Sun Wukong couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Sit!" Luo Hang politely pointed to the wooden stool opposite, personally poured a cup of tea for Sun Wukong, and said with a smile: "My name is Luo Hang, you can call me Luo Gongzi!"

Sun Wukong sat down slowly, picked up the cup and tasted it, only to feel the fragrance of tea, and then he exclaimed: "Good tea!"

Luo Hang also took a sip of tea in the cup and said: "Good tea, good people, and a perfect match!"

Sun Wukong smiled faintly and asked with a puzzled face: "Tea is good tea, but where do good people come from?"

The so-called good person, Sun Wukong knows that he does not refer to a person, but to natural strength!

Luo Hang smiled faintly and said, "As extraordinary as you, you are a good person!"

Sun Wukong smiled and responded indifferently: "Young Master Luo has won the award!"

Luo Hang poured a cup of tea for Sun Wukong again, and said: "You are extraordinary, the future is limitless, if you want, I can allow you a lifetime of beauty!"

He is the same age as Sun Wukong, and when he says such a thing, it doesn't give people a ridiculous and abrupt feeling.

And he didn't say it too clearly, but he believed that Sun Wukong could understand what he meant!

Sun Wukong smiled, guessing Luo Hang's origin in his heart, but he found nothing, but he could affirm the extraordinary power behind him, and said in his mouth: "Elder Bai Wuming, I have the grace to save my life, the son's good intentions, I only have the heart!"

Luo Hang frowned, but he didn't get angry, and said with a graceful smile: "You don't want to listen to my promise?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, the brilliance in his eyes was unwavering, without the slightest perfunctory: "I have made up my mind, and I must repay the grace of saving my life!"

"The junior is presumptuous, the son treats you so kindly, but you don't know what to do!"

The half-hundred-hundred-year-old man behind Luo Hang suddenly shouted, and the cold aura all over his body also bloomed and pounced on Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong's expression remained unchanged at all, secretly operating his spiritual power to resolve the pressure of this big man, but his eyes were close to Luo Hang!

"Childe's subordinates are inevitably unself-contained, right?"

Luo Hang frowned slightly, and waved his hand slightly behind him, and the big man restrained his breath.

Luo Hang's eyes met Sun Wukong's, and Sun Wukong could feel a kind of extraordinary confidence in his eyes.

"Sun Wukong, fight with us, just to die, do you have to try?"

Sun Wukong said: "The grace of saving lives, you can't take revenge, even if you die!"

Hearing this, Luo Hang's brows furrowed again, and he could also feel the firmness of Sun Wukong's heart. After groaning for a while, he said: "You go back, if you don't die, on the top of the Tower of Babel, we will compete again!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were small, and his heart was really not simple, but he listened to Luo Hang's voice and said.

"If you can live to that day!"

At this point, everything has been torn, Sun Wukong stood up, his eyes became sharp, he raised his feet and turned around, and the words in his mouth were extremely proud!

"The premise also depends on whether you have the power to kill me!"

Sun Wukong didn't look back, and left an inexplicable sentence: "Thank you for your 'good tea' hospitality!"

Looking at Sun Wukong's figure disappearing into the forest, Luo Hang's face was slightly gloomy, his hand was slightly forced, and the teacup was shattered in an instant.

"Childe, it's better to ·····" The big man frowned and asked, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Luo Hang waved his hand to interrupt and scolded: "The sect is turbulent, if you act in vain, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to leave the Daomen Cultivation Mansion, everything will be solved by the people of the same generation, and the rest of the things will be said after I take the inheritance of the Heavenly Tower!"

"It's a subordinate who is not considerate!" the big man bowed his head in response, his expression extremely respectful.

Luo Hang tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashed eagerly, but he was thinking in his heart: 'The immortal method left by the ancestor of the Dao Sect is really in it?'

Sun Wukong did not go to the place where the disciples of the Daomen lived, but went straight back to the place of the thatched hut.

He was confused at the moment, and needed someone to answer his questions.

'Could it be that the forces behind Luo Hang are one of the main reasons for the cultivation of the Daomen?'

As if he knew what Sun Wukong thought, when Sun Wukong returned to the hut, he saw that Bai Wuming had been waiting for a long time.

As before, Bai Wuming had already boiled the tea and poured two cups. Now he is full of breath, and he is more transcendent than before!

"Elder!"

Sun Wukong greeted with a smile and sat on the stone bench, frowning slightly, as if he had written all his doubts!

"You should have a lot of questions in your mind!"

Bai Wuming handed Sun Wukong a cup of tea, and asked with a light smile.

PS: Thank you for the support of new and old friends, thank you, I went to the hospital all night last night, my throat is finally better, I have been in a bad state for the past two days, and when I recover, I will change it again.