And the Khitan people led by Xiao Chi were also in front of the Eight Immortals table at this time.

The two groups of monks just looked up at the three in front of them.

"Xiao Chi of the Khitan clan, leading the younger generations of the Khitan clan, I have seen three old-timers!"

"Ten thousand people in southern Xinjiang, lead all the juniors in southern Xinjiang, and meet the three old-timers!"

Don't look at Xiao Chi and Wan Lao Mo, like the three of them, they are all monks at the peak of the Yuan Infant. But after all, when the three of them entered the peak realm, they were more than 100 years earlier than the two.

Therefore, it is also appropriate to call the seniors.

The old monk Shi and the Daoist of Piaoyu on the side nodded, and then looked at the Confucian Gongsun Yang in the middle.

It seems that among the three, Gongsun Yang is more famous than the two.

I saw Gongsun Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the people below.

"You don't have to be polite. However, the old man would like to advise you that since the three of them are in charge of the ring, they are not allowed to hurt their lives even if they win. Otherwise, not only will you lose the test, but you will also be severely punished by the old man's palm! ”

"I'll understand!"

"I'll understand!"

The monks on both sides nodded their heads again and again, and at the same time, their hearts couldn't help but feel cold.

Except for Wan Lao Mo and Xiao Chi, I am afraid that any monk who is smashed down by Gongsun Yang with a palm will only die on the spot.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a severe punishment.

"Okay, you wait on both sides of the ring to watch the battle, and the old man announces the start of the first competition!"

With a soft shout from Gongsun Yang, Xiao Chi led the Khitan monk to fly to the left side of the ring.

On the southern Xinjiang side, led by Wan Lao Mo, flew to the right side of the ring.

"Huh~!"

The figure flickered, and the mad monk had already jumped into the ring.

It's much the same as the last ring match, and the ring competition is conducted from low to high level.

This first scene was a confrontation between monks in the early days of foundation building.

"Wow~!"

As soon as they saw this, more than 10,000 monks around them were shouting in unison, and the venue suddenly became hot.

"Amitabha! Hehe, thank you for your support, thank you! The little monk is a monk in southern Xinjiang, and his Buddha name is magical, because he is obsessed with studying exercises, so he is called a mad monk. "Let's introduce myself first, and then the psychic monk pouted the toad and looked at the Khitan camp opposite.

"Hmph! I said the Turkic tribe on the other side, which of you dares to step forward to meet the little monk? Hehe, the little monk immediately let him realize the power of my spiritual palm! I said that the Khitan tribe, dare you come out of one!"

The monks in the early stage of foundation building called like this, and the Khitan people naturally didn't pay attention to it.

Just as the spirit monk's words fell, a big man had already flashed into the ring. The big man was barefoot, holding a gray clay pot, and his surface was shining.

"Let me meet you!"

"Amitabha! I said Yerusha, if you really can't do it, you can go back, the little monk has always been a universal sentient being, and he doesn't want to hurt you. Although it is said that this battle is not allowed to hurt people's lives, it is not good to cripple you. I see that you are not my opponent at all, so quickly admit defeat and go back!"

Before the battle, the psychic monk wanted to send the other party away.

"Hehe, there are shameless people every year, why are there so many today. I said the psychic bald donkey, don't blow it, okay. If you want to show the means, don't know how to waste your tongue like the girls. Don't talk about all the seniors and masters present, even I don't accept you! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

Yerusha's words almost drove the psychic monk crazy.

"Wow, you're forcing me!" After speaking, the spiritual monk chanted the Buddha's voice and put his palms together. After a while, the phantom of the golden light on his body appeared.

"Hey!"

"Boom~Boom!Boom!"

shouted, and saw the figure of the great monk split into two, and actually transformed into two identical psychic monks. Moreover, this is not the end, two to four, four to eight.

More and more. For a while, the ring was full of the golden shadows of the psychic monks.

"Phantom Palm!"

The voice spat out on the many parts, and then the golden light palm shadow in the sky diffused out, and smashed towards Yerusha together! It should have been the words just now that made the spirit monk angry, and this guy used a trick as soon as he came up.

However, when Jerusha on the other side saw this, he didn't care at all.

With a slight flick of his wrist, an earthy yellow talisman had already been touched.

"Smack!"

Hit the door of the head suddenly.

"Hiss~!" After the sound came out, a colorful golden light shield was already protected from the body.

At this time, the golden light palm shadow in the sky had already smashed on it.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the countless sounds were initiated, the light mask only shook slightly, but there was not the slightest sign of dimming.

"Are you? a high-level defense talisman?"

"Hmph, count you bald donkey knowing. Now that you've made a move, I'll change it now!"

As he spoke, Jerusha rubbed his hand against the sand pot in his hand a few times.

"Sneer~"

"Up!"

"Poof!"

Large swaths of white light and silver sand erupted from the spout, instantly turning into waves of sand, rushing towards the surrounding golden light and shadow.

It's strange to say.

The golden light phantom that was swept by the silver sand immediately condensed and formed, but the outside was wrapped in silver sand, and the spiritual power could not be released, so it was actually trapped inside.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The enveloped golden light phantom, with a flash of silver light, actually exploded by itself.

Then it turned into silver sand powder again, but the golden light phantom was scattered.

This silver sand has devoured the golden phantom alive!

"Not good!"

In a golden figure behind, a soft cry came from the spirit monk. Seeing the silver sand wave sweeping again, the great monk no longer dared to hold it up, and as soon as his feet moved, he was about to flee with a flying sword.

But where is the other party willing to give him a chance!

Patting the sand pot in his hand, slowly sucking back the surrounding silver sand At the same time, Yerusha took the first step to lock the position of the great monk.

Immediately, the two big hands with long fingernails went straight to Lingphant's neck and pinched it!

The fingernails of Jerusha's hands were like ten steel structures, and they were also covered with a layer of silver sand!

"Die, bald ass!"

Before the phantom monk could react, his hands were already choking the other party's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the fingertips buckled into the flesh of the great monk.

Now it's okay, the pain is unbearable, and the spiritual power on the body is also completely sealed by the silver sand attached to the nails.

The psychic monk slashed for a while, but it had no effect at all.

"Hey, hey!" Yerusha grabbed as he strained as he clawed, blood pouring out of the psychic monk's neck.

"Ah!!" came out with a scream, and the Phantom Monk finally rolled his eyes and stopped moving.

"Come down for me!"

"Whoosh!"

Due to the excessive force, Yerusha pulled off the phantom monk's head at once!

The corpse below fell rapidly, and Jerusha's face was almost crazy.

"Hahaha, hahaha! Bald donkey, let you call me a number, now you know how powerful I am! I also blame you for being pitiful, I, Yerusha, hate others and me the most in my life. Hehe, you go to Huangquan to purify all sentient beings. With that, he shook his hand and threw the monk's head outside.

Looking at the tumbling bald head, Jerusha immediately realized that he had made a big mistake!

"It's not good! Grandma drops, patronizing to relieve hatred, but forgetting the words of the senior, how is this good. When he touched his head and turned to look at his own formation, he found that Xiao Chi and his group of monks were also speechless.

"Huh!"

As soon as his body flew out of the ring, the group of old demons over there had already rushed forward.

"Senior Gongsun, just now you clearly said the rules of the ring, this kid actually took your old man's words as wind in his ears and killed our monks in southern Xinjiang. Old-timers, you have always seen it, their Khitan tribe is so arrogant! If you don't destroy him, how can you convince the people?"

"Yes, kill him!"

"Old-timers, let's do it!"

"Destroy him!"

"Senior Gongsun, then, that Yelusha didn't mean it, he may have been impulsive just now. Xiao Chi immediately flashed over to plead.

"Yes, Gongsun senior! I was impulsive just now, please spare my life, old man!" Jerusha knelt in the air, pleading bitterly.

"Smack!"

Gongsun Yang just slapped the table of the Eight Immortals hard.

Fortunately, the table was covered with spiritual power and was not damaged.

There was a crunch and silence on the field. Gongsun Yang slowly stood up and came to Jerusha with his hands behind his back.

The countenance was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Hehe, spare you, how can that mad monk know so much?" he said and grinned.

"Huh~!"

A palm shadow instantly shrouded the door of Jerusha's head.

Before everyone could see it clearly, when they looked at Jerusha again, it was beyond recognition.

The face was sunken deeply, and the brains splattered everywhere from behind. In an instant, he asked Jerusha to accompany the spiritual monk.

"Huh?" Xiao Chi was surprised, and quickly snatched back the body of Yelusha.

didn't dare to offend Gongsun Yang, but he still glanced at Wan Lao Mo and the others resentfully, and then led people back to the left side of the ring.

"Hahaha, the seniors really understand the righteousness! Admire! Admire!" Wan Lao Mo waited, and then returned to the right side of the ring with Gu Yun and the others.

"Let's start the second one. Flashing back to the table of the Eight Immortals, Gongsun Yang looked around at both sides and said.

"Whoosh~!"

As soon as Gongsun Yang's words fell, a white-robed young man from the Khitan tribe over there had already flashed into the ring.

This boy seems to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

If it's really about the same age as it looks, it's too terrifying. It's scary to think about being so young and in the middle stage of foundation building!

"Fellow Daoists, fellow old-timers! I am Xiao Ming of the Turkic tribe, because my qualifications are quite good, so I am called the little white wolf, and I want to one day, I want to train to become a master like the Thirteen Masters. It's just more than eight years to advance to the middle stage of foundation building, and in my opinion, it's just average. Eh, I don't know which Taoist friend in Southern Xinjiang is willing to come up and give advice?" After that, the little white wolf looked at the Southern Xinjiang camp with his hands behind his back and a little disdain.

The little white wolf said this modestly, but anyone could see that the pride in his bones was abnormal.

The monks of southern Xinjiang in the north stand all looked to the right side of the ring, and they wanted to know which monk would come out and suppress the majesty of the little white wolf.