Lang Yong Mo Yan and the two stood in the center of the Shenlong ** platform, the two of them were wearing golden robes, and the two of them killed the two blue-clothed monks almost in the snap of their fingers.

Such strength and strength shocked everyone.

Especially Mo Yan, he just had a hard encounter with Huang Zhan, and many people thought that he had suffered a heavy blow, but they didn't expect that he could still fight, and as soon as he made a move, he directly killed a blue-clothed monk, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Undoubtedly, compared to the last battle in the Immortal King Square, Mo Yan's cultivation has improved a lot.

Today's 40 Haixuan monks are all elites screened out by the thirty-seven cities of Yeshui, and such elites are like stars holding the moon wherever they are placed outside of Yeshui.

Everyone has a strong strength, and even everyone has a strength that is not weaker than Zhou Gong and even Zhan Bo, Mo Yan can easily kill them, and his control of Fu has reached a new level.

Lang Yong was also surprised by Mo Yan's strength, his shot was no softer than Mo Yan, but after sweeping away the opponent, his face became very fast, Mo Yan's expression was indifferent, and he was still immersed in the coldness of the battle just now, he had already become smiling, and stretched out his thumb to Mo Yan:

"You cow! I obey you!"

He smiled very brightly, and there was a bloody and cold corpse next to him, but he didn't realize it at all, licked his lips, and said: "We advance and retreat together, whoever provokes us, what kind of fucking army does not care about them, Lao Tzu will not have a chance for them to advance!"

His eyes rolled and swept towards the Blue Friar's camp opposite.

After Wei Ming's exertion just now, and then Mo Yan and Lang Yong's slaughter of them, the arrogance of the Haixuan monks completely went down.

Lang Yong's thief's eyes swept over, and many people did not dare to look at him.

The Seed Monk is worthy of being a Seed Monk, and every Monk has a strong cultivation, so it is not so easy to challenge this level.

"Hey!" A person jumped out of the blue-clothed camp, this person was born fat, but his body was flexible, and he landed in front of Mo Yan and Lang Yong.

"You're done fighting, I'm going to fight!" said the fat man.

"What's the fight? aren't you afraid that we will order you?" Lang Yong said with interest, the fat man glanced at him, and said, "I'm not the Black Nightmare Demon Rider who killed that day, why are you ordering me?"

Lang Yong was stunned, his eyes looked at Mo Yan, Mo Yan couldn't help but become a little interested in the fat man, and said, "What's your name?"

The fat man's eyes swept to Mo Yan, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "I don't recognize you, but I know that your name is Mo Yan, don't worry, I won't challenge you......!"

He paused, and shouted loudly at the gold-clothed camp: "Wu Na's name is Lin Shengqiancejun, come out! Let me remove your stinky claws." ”

Hong Bao shouted and scolded in front of the formation, and the morale of the blue-clothed camp was shocked.

And the golden-clothed monk who was named and challenged by Hong Bao took the stage with a red face.

"You're going to die!" the fat man roared, and he sacrificed a talisman shaped like a bowl, and directly covered it.

It was a very simple blow, but this blow flashed with a flickering light, and the power of the divine thought was extremely strong, and Mo Yan sensed in surprise that this blow actually implied some kind of strange spatial law.

In the face of the fat man's blow, Lin Sheng was obviously caught off guard, and in a panic, he sacrificed his own talisman soldiers, and the two talismans collided hard in the air, and the bowl was glorious and prosperous, taking advantage of it.

Lin Sheng hurriedly drove the flying talisman back, the fat man's mouth opened, and a cloud of red mist erupted from his mouth, turning into a streamer that swept Lin Sheng in the air.

"Trickling" sounds like rain.

A cloud of red mist enveloped a man and fell from the sky, and when it landed, the red mist dissipated.

The man in the fog was gone, leaving only a white skeleton in its wake.

Mo Yan gasped, and Lang Yong sighed on the side: "Dog, the dead fat man is really ruthless! This kind of killing move is simply intolerable to the heavens, stay away from this dead fat man in the future." ”

The fat man didn't care about the killing at all, he still had a simple smile, and even the deacon on the side looked at him like a ghost, far away from him.

The voice announcing Hong Bao's promotion just fell.

The fat man walked to Mo Yan and them innocently, and the seats of the monks who had successfully advanced just coincided with this side.

"Hey, give me a seat!" said the fat man with a simple grin.

"Won't you go there for so many seats? Do you want to sit here with us?" Lang Yong rolled his eyes, his face full of vigilance.

The fat man shook his head and said, "Don't go, I'm going to sit for him, his comprehension of the laws of space is very deep, and he is better than me!" The fat man pointed at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan smiled, motioned to Lang Yong to move a position for him, and said, "You have won the award, and you are also very strong!"

The fat man grinned, looking very happy, and Lang Yong scolded and said, "What the hell! They will advance after one fight, and we still have to be watched here!"

After experiencing the excitement just now, the next fighting rules are a little dull.

More than 20 monks in blue have challenged one after another, and only two have passed.

There are a total of forty blue-clothed monks, and there are less than ten left, and the promotion rate of the sea selection monks can only be described as miserable.

During this period of challenge, there was no more situation where the golden-clothed monk killed the blue-clothed monk, and there were not many situations where the fighting method did not end, and it was basically stable.

Compared to the embarrassment of the Blue Friar's camp, the team of the Golden-Coated Seed camp is much more rigorous.

Except for a very small number of monks who were eliminated, most of the seed monks were there, especially the five powerhouses recognized by the golden-clothed camp this time, all of them were sitting high, and no one dared to challenge them...... The five powerhouses of the golden-clothed camp are most likely to be the five powerhouses in this general's cultivation class.

The cultivation of these five people is very high, all of them are close to the cultivation of the Yuan Force Realm, with a little effort, they can break through the Yuan Force Realm and ascend to the sky in one step.

It is foreseeable that after they go out of the war general cultivation class, they will inevitably have their own team, and in the future, the Mingyue Region, and even the entire range of the original Tanglin Empire, will be a stage for them to show their talents.

The five powerhouses seem to be unbreakable!

In the final challenge, there are still strong people in the Blue Friar's camp who have not yet wielded their might.

A cold snort came from the camp of the blue-clothed monks, and a tall and sturdy young monk stood up, and before he could make any movements, his figure disappeared, and then appeared in the middle of the fighting talisman platform.

"He Jin!

A huge wave of sound suddenly erupted in the Xianwang Square, and the Xianwang Square, which was originally a little dull before, seemed to rekindle everyone's passion because of the appearance of this person.

"The first place in the audition, who is he going to challenge?"

He Jin looked arrogant, before him, the top three in the audition, Qin Ge had been destroyed by Mo Yan, and the second Zhong only challenged a seed from the Prison Military Mansion to pass the danger and crippled the golden seed.

In this audition, Qin Ge's strength is incomprehensible because of Mo Yan.

But Zhong Wei's strength is indeed very strong, and now he is the first to be Hejin!

He Jin's final point pointed to an opponent that no one expected, and he pointed to Wei Ming, Wei Ming, Qiance Army?

The five powerhouses, someone finally challenged them!

He Jin challenged Wei Ming, which was the top fighting technique of the blue and gold camps.

Both of them are beyond the god-level existence, but both of them will be cultivated to the god-level, although this kind of fighting method is much less exciting, but it can better demonstrate the basic strength of the two, especially the power of divine thoughts and the strength of the bridge on the other side.

There is no need to say too much about this kind of fighting, and the monks on both sides of the fighting method have not said a word.

In the first round of the two-man fight, two kinds of runes were sacrificed at the same time, and the four runes staggered and collided in the sky, producing powerful fluctuations in divine thoughts, which made the spectators addicted.

Judging from the Fu soldiers of the fighting method, neither of them made any strange moves, they were all hard-hitting, using strength to decide the winner, and using strength to decide whether to win or lose!

They were two very proud monks, and they seemed to be proving their strength in this way.

Mo Yan frowned again and again, he clearly felt the strength of both sides from this fight.

Before Mo Yan turned into a god, the laws he comprehended were all recondensed, so the bridge on the other side of his law composition was very strong, which was the fundamental reason why Mo Yan's divine thoughts were strong.

However, Mo Yan found that whether it was He Jin or Wei Ming, they also had very powerful divine thoughts, and even from the theory of strength alone, Mo Yan was ashamed of himself.

"These two dogs are so strong! Grandma's, this He Jin really has two brushes!" Lang Yong shook his head and said.

The fat man leaned over and said, "Of course it's very strong, his uncle is He Kunbiao!"

"......What? He Kun...... "Lang Yong stammered, He Kunbiao was the Flying Tiger General under Hou Ye, a strong man in the Tianyuan Realm, famous in the Thirty-Seven Cities of Yeshui, and the idol of many young monks.

Mo Yan was also secretly surprised, Lang Yong glanced at the fat man, and said, "His surname is He Kunbiao's nephew, your surname is Hong, isn't it Hong Liang's nephew?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment and said, "It's not a nephew, it's a grandson!"

"Ah......h

The lord of Hong City is tall and heroic, this fat man is stupid and demented, will these two be related?

Lang Yong's fuss caused many people around him to be dissatisfied, and the fat man said: "Little Langzi, don't you know me?

Lang Yong was stunned for a moment, looked straight at the fat man, and after a while, he suddenly got up and said, "It turned out that you are a dead fat man, how did you become like this......?" Lang Yong pointed to his mouth, with a vigilant look on his face.

The things that the fat man spit out when he opened his mouth just now were really terrifying, and Lang Yong still had palpitations.

The fat man smiled and said, "That's my unique battle talisman, what's so strange?"

"It's a lonely fart, it's scared to death!" Lang Yong snorted, he leaned in front of Mo Yan, lowered his voice and said, "Hey, I said Xiao Mo, this dead fat man can be trusted, why don't you let him join us too?"

"Join us?"

"Yes, the two of us are in an alliance, is it possible that you don't admit it?"

(To be continued)