Ouyang Zhenhua won, it was not very difficult to win, but it was the most humiliating win since he cultivated.

"Who else dares to come to fight!" Ouyang Zhenhua stared at Jie Nian with a murderous face and shouted, he was angry in his heart, and if he didn't release it, he would not be happy, and the next one to come on the field would inevitably be destroyed by his anger.

Looking at the angry Ouyang Zhenhua, the Qianming Kingdom cultivators all felt inexplicable, they didn't know why he was so angry after he won, and his face was murderous, as if the Qianming Kingdom monks had offended him.

"Is there no one in Qianming Country? Who will fight?" Ouyang Zhenhua shouted again, his eyes arrogant and contemptuous as he glanced at the cultivators of Qianming Kingdom.

At this moment, everyone can see that the stupid big man on the battle platform is a little crazy, whoever goes up is unlucky, who is willing to go up? Even the lone meteor is hesitating to go up, the battle will definitely be lost, and looking at Ouyang Zhenhua's anger that his wife was sleeping with a monk, it is estimated that he will be abused very badly if he goes up.

"Haha、、、 this trip is for nothing, the monks of Qianmingguo are all cowards, what a disappointment. Ouyang Zhenhua laughed, his laughter full of disdain.

"It's so hateful, whoever goes up and teaches him. A cultivator angrily pointed at Ouyang Zhenhua and shouted.

"Alas, it's no wonder that people are arrogant, our strength is too weak, what can we do?" someone sighed, his tone full of frustration.

Staring at Ouyang Zhenhua on the battle platform, the lone meteor slowly stood up, there was no way, the three genius cultivators present in Qian Mingguo, Ming He was seriously injured and unable to fight again, and Jie Nian had just fought with him. No one dared to go up, only the Lone Meteor fought again.

Just as Lone Meteor was about to jump to the battle platform, a tall young man leaped onto the battle platform, the young man's face was resolute, his eyes were gloomy, and what stunned all the cultivators was that the tall young man only had the peak cultivation of Zhuyuan.

"Is there any mistake, who is this? Zhuyuan Peak also dares to challenge the Soul Forging Peak?"

"Rub, isn't that Wang Zhong? When did you become so bloody?"

"Is this world going crazy?Tsukugen Peak Challenge Soul Forging Peak?" 、、、

Many cultivators stared at the tall boy and began to chatter.

That tall young man was Wang Zhong, the eleventh disciple of the Xuyan Sect, and it was Sun Wukong who was standing in the middle of the battle platform at this moment.

The cultivators of the other major forces were surprised, and the cultivators of the Xuyan Sect were even more surprised, Wang Zhong was an excellent disciple of the sect, and many disciples of the Xuyan Sect knew him, and everyone in the Xuyan Sect was also puzzled about Wang Zhong's entry into the battle platform, I don't know why?

"You want to fight with me?" Ouyang Zhenhua stared at Wang Zhong with anger in his eyes, and a Yuan Realm cultivator dared to provoke him, it was definitely an insult, a naked, naked insult. Ouyang Zhenhua's killing intent reached its peak, and he swore that once the battle began, he would destroy the weak cultivator of the Yuan Realm in front of him with one move.

"I'm just a mere Yuan Realm cultivator, where do I dare to challenge you, I recommend one person, it is a disciple of our Void Yan Sect, and I will definitely be able to fight with Your Excellency. The corners of Wang Zhong's mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes looked at Sun Wukong Dao gloomily.

Wang Zhong's voice was loud, and the cultivators around him could basically hear it, and at this moment, many cultivators had a strong interest in the people recommended by Wang Zhong. Even Mo Ying looked at Wang Zhong strangely, hoping that Wang Zhong was not joking, otherwise he would never let him go.

"Who? Let him come up. Ouyang Zhenhua stared at Wang Zhongdao, if Wang Zhong dared to lie to him, he would immediately stab him to death.

"It's him, a miscellaneous disciple of our Xuyan Sect's stove room. Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and pointed.

"What?Stove Miscellaneous Disciple?"

"Wang Zhong is not joking, is he?"

"Wang Zhong is stupid, right? He even recommended miscellaneous disciples and didn't look at what kind of occasion this was、、、?"

The disciples of the Xuyan Sect were all stunned and looked in the direction that Wang Zhong was pointing to, but when they saw the direction Wang Zhong was pointing, the crowd dispersed one after another, for fear that Wang Zhong was pointing at him.

In just a few breaths, there was only one person left in the direction that Wang Zhong was pointing, and it was indeed dressed as a miscellaneous disciple, the young man was thin and had a very ordinary round face, but his eyes were very sharp, and he was staring at Wang Zhong at the moment. The round-faced boy is none other than Sun Wukong.

"Hehe!" Sun Wukong sneered, did not shy away from it, and walked to the battle platform step by step.

"Hey, this young man turned out to be a cultivator in the early stage of soul forging, how could he be a miscellaneous disciple?"

The cultivators of the Void Yan Sect were equally puzzled, they could never have imagined that there was such a genius among the miscellaneous disciples.

The most surprised is Zhu Jianlin, the chef of the stove room, Sun Wukong was recruited by him, only a few days ago, he didn't know what his strength was, he always thought that he was just a little person with low cultivation, but he never expected that he was a strong man in the early stage of soul forging.

At this moment, Zhu Jianlin's fat face turned pale, and his whole body trembled unconsciously, and he instantly thought that the disappearance of Jia Chun, Xu Chang and others was related to the Ye Kong he brought in.

"Mo Daoyou's Void Yan Sect has many talents! A miscellaneous disciple of the stove room has an early stage of soul forging cultivation, and it is really not simple. Ryder looked at Mo Ying and smiled.

"Hehe, maybe he's too low-key!" Mo Yinggan laughed, he couldn't imagine that a miscellaneous disciple would have such a cultivation.

Sun Wukong came to the battle platform unhurriedly, did not look at Ouyang Zhenhua, and looked at Wang Zhongdao with sharp eyes: "You won't live long." ”

Sun Wukong was very angry that Wang Zhong dared to calculate him, and he had murderous intent towards Wang Zhong, he didn't mind fighting with the cultivators of the Gonghua Sect, but he couldn't be calculated.

Wang Zhong didn't speak, his gloomy expression showed an inexplicable smile, and he walked outside the battle platform. He didn't believe that Sun Wukong could still kill him alive. Not to mention that he couldn't defeat Ouyang Zhenhua at all, as soon as his identity was revealed, the powerhouses of the Void Yan Sect would attack him in groups.

"In the early stage of soul forging, you dare to come up?" Ouyang Zhenhua stared at Sun Wukong Dao, becoming more and more disappointed in the cultivators of Qianming Kingdom, and after waiting for a long time, a cultivator in the early stage of soul forging came.

"I still defeated you in the early stage of soul forging. Sun Wukong stared at Ouyang Zhenhua, and said in an arrogant and domineering voice.

"Haha、、、 I've seen arrogance, I've never seen you so crazy! A little Soul Forging Early Stage Cultivator is so arrogant, you can be crazy. Ouyang Zhenhua laughed, holding a huge steel fork and pointing at Sun Wukong disdainfully.

Sun Wukong also ignored Ouyang Zhenhua's contempt, looked around, and finally looked at the location of the Chanji Temple, and beckoned to the little monk who had precepts: "Borrow a stick." ”

"Amitabha! Give!" Jiese stared at Sun Wukong's gaze, feeling very familiar, and immediately threw the wooden stick that had been sacrificed beside him to Sun Wukong, and shouted: "Use my stick, you will definitely win, teach him a hard lesson, and avenge my senior brother." ”

Many cultivators looked at the shouting ring color with disdain, and said secretly: "You can win with your stick, why didn't you lend your senior brother the ring just now?"

The brown stick, eight feet long, the thickness of a child's arm, occasionally seen with a flash of light, is not an ordinary stick. But how could the weapons used by cultivators be fragile wooden sticks? Not to mention that as a genius monk of Zenji Temple, the sticks used are even more extraordinary.

Aoki willow, which has been buried in the sea for thousands of years, has been formed by a master of forging weapons after several forgings, and it is extremely strong and flexible.

Catching the ring-colored green wood willow stick, Sun Wukong waved it twice, and after pulling a few stick flowers with a whirring sound, the long stick pointed directly at Ouyang Zhenhua and said, "Let's shoot!"

Aoki Willow Stick Sun Wukong is very satisfied, at least better than the iron rod he used before, but he takes the fierce route, if he chooses his own stick, he still prefers the hard and unyielding hard stick.

"Looking for death!" Ouyang Zhenhua was furious when a cultivator in the early stage of soul forging dared to be so arrogant, and the huge steel fork stabbed out with a fierce momentum.

The angry Ouyang Zhenhua attacked mercilessly, just rushing to kill Sun Wukong with one move. Seeing the terrifying steel fork attacking quickly, Sun Wukong just stared at it without moving, with inexplicable arrogance on the corner of his mouth.

The onlookers looked at Sun Wukong, who was still not moving, and sighed in their hearts one by one, feeling that Sun Wukong would definitely die. There are those who secretly deserve to be scolded, and there are those who are merciful, Mo Ying stared at Sun Wukong and hoped that he would make a move, he didn't know why a miscellaneous disciple in the early stage of soul forging was so arrogant and dared to challenge Ouyang Zhenhua, but he didn't want him to die like this.

"Get back!" When Ouyang Zhenhua's steel fork was about to arrive, Sun Wukong moved, and with a loud shout, the Aoki willow stick was split out from top to bottom, the momentum was incomparable, the speed was fast and powerful, and it shocked all the cultivators as soon as he made a move.

Looking at the fierce and indomitable Sun Wukong with a stick, Lone Meteor, Fei Yi, Zhou Lihai and many other cultivators who had seen Sun Wukong fight, a thought appeared in Sun Wukong's heart: "This is, why is the attack method so familiar?"

With a muffled sound, the Aoki willow stick smashed on the huge steel fork, and the powerful force forced Sun Wukong to take two steps back, and Ouyang Zhenhua even retreated.

Looking at Sun Wukong, who slashed Ouyang Zhenhua back with a stick, everyone was in an uproar, thinking that Sun Wukong would be killed by a steel fork, but Sun Wukong subverted everyone's perception of the early stage of soul forging cultivators, and even repelled Ouyang Zhenhua, the peak of soul forging, under a hard touch.

"It's so strong, maybe it's only 、、、 is it?" Among the disciples of the Xuyan Sect, a girl with a hot and attractive figure and a beautiful appearance stared at Sun Wukong's beautiful eyes with a different look, and the girl was Zu Qing.

"Bastard, die!" Ouyang Zhenhua roared and rushed out again, the scene that he originally wanted to be majestic did not appear, he was only embarrassed again and again, he was almost mad.

"Sun Wukong!" Zu Qing said secretly in his heart, an arrogant and arrogant figure in his mind overlapped with the wild and unruly figure on the battle platform. She had fought with Sun Wukong, and she was very familiar with Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong's stick knocked Ouyang Zhenhua back, and she immediately overlapped the two figures.

"That's right, both the momentum and the figure are very similar to him, it must be him. Zu Qing's beautiful eyes flickered, her beautiful face showed a smile, and she said secretly: "Little man, you are so bold!"

As soon as Sun Wukong made a move, the cultivators who had seen him became suspicious, there are not many cultivators in the world who use sticks, and there is only one Sun Wukong who is famous for Qian Mingguo's sticks! "It turned out to be him!" Qiu Ruolin's eyes flashed, and her mood was a little complicated at the moment, the little cultivator she didn't care about at the beginning had grown to the point that she was far inferior in a short period of time.

"It must be him!" Fei Yi stood up from his chair suddenly, his eyes burst with hatred, and he wanted to kill Sun Wukong immediately, but he knew that now was not the time to make a move, so he suppressed the hatred in his heart and slowly sat down again.

"I didn't expect it! You are so arrogant! You actually lurked in the Void Yan Sect, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, this time you are dead. Fei Yi stared at Sun Wukong with a happy smile, he thought the same as Wang Zhong, as long as Sun Wukong's identity was exposed, he would definitely die.

"Sun Wukong!" Many cultivators recognized Sun Wukong, but when they guessed Sun Wukong's identity, they all showed puzzlement, Sun Wukong and the Void Yan Sect have a big enemy, everyone knows it, but I don't know why he wants to sneak into the Void Yan Sect as a miscellaneous disciple?

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