Sure enough, Dong Haolong, who was on the high platform, sat down by himself, and Dong Linfeng next to him followed closely and sat in a seat.

As a result, there were only seven empty seats left in the nine psychic white jade stools.

There were as many as six or seven Holy Sons and Holy Maidens present, plus the little poisonous girl, there were also a few quasi-Holy Sons who were only a little bit away from the Holy Son, so the seats were obviously not enough.

This means that some of the geniuses present who are interested in participating in the exchange meeting are bound to have a dragon and tiger fight in order to be qualified to sit on an equal footing with Dong Haolong and Dong Linfeng.

"There are means, there are schemes. ”

The old monk's eyes flashed, revealing a strange glow.

Elder Zhu of the Poison King Sacred Valley, as well as some of the other Holy Land Elders, have been cultivating for more than a thousand years, and they are so scheming that even their eyelashes are empty, how can they not understand the thoughts of the high-level leaders of the Liyang Holy Palace?

This is to temper Dong Haolong and Dong Linfeng, and the saints can compete with each other, so that the strong will always be strong, and the weak will be reduced to a supporting role.

Obviously, the Holy Lord Dong Feipeng and the others were very confident in this Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the Liyang Holy Palace, and they thought that they were the top geniuses among the Holy Sons and would not be defeated.

In the crowd, Li Yun's eyes flashed, and his heart was clear.

"This pair of sons of heaven who have been cultivated by the Holy Son and Holy Maiden for the Liyang Holy Palace are not only extremely talented in cultivation, but also extremely outstanding in mind, they are provoking others to fight with each other. ”

The so-called exchange meeting is not calm, but the beginning of open and secret fighting, and even the most basic seats must be fought for.

Near the high platform, the crowd surged, and many monks were ready to move, but they knew that they were two pounds, so they didn't dare to take the lead in the competition, so as not to become the first bird.

In the crowd of Sumeru Temple, Lu Xiong was trying his best to encourage the true monk.

"True Taoist friend, you are strong, you are one of the Buddhas, why are you silent? My generation of monks, you need to be brave and diligent, but not to be a shrinking turtle To use my old mantra, that is, drink the strongest wine, soak the most beautiful girl, and eat the most overlord meal!"

His mouth was like a lotus, and his words were very seductive, and he was stunned for a moment provoked by the true monk, and his peaceful expression was no longer there, but an eager look emerged, and he stood up with a roar.

Not far away, the old monk of the dry water shook his white eyebrows, turned his head sideways and looked at Lu Xiong, his expression was a little angry, and he couldn't suppress it.

"Boy, what kind of nonsense did you just say? What drinking, pickle girls are bastards!"

Lu Xiong looked embarrassed for a while, and was caught by the elders of the real monk, and he forcibly defended.

"Ahem, old monk, what you said is not right! The monk stepped into the cultivation avenue, fighting with the heavens, competing for ethereal luck, fighting with the earth, competing for cultivation resources, fighting with others, and so on.

"Bold!"

The old monk of the dry water was furious and flicked his fingers.

Bang!

A dry finger knocked Lu Xiong's head, and suddenly made a popping sound, like gold and stone.

Lu Xiong screamed, jumped three feet high with his head in his arms, and screamed, so miserable.

And the old monk of withered water, his expression suddenly changed, he looked down at the palm of his hand, and a wisp of blood flowed from the dry finger just now.

At this moment, he was shocked in his heart, and at the same time he had deep doubts and puzzles.

"How is it possible? This green-haired boy's head is so hard? Old monk, I am just one step away from cultivating the body of Buddhism Vajra, and I am actually injured?"

The old monk looked at Lu Xiong again for a moment, secretly used the Buddha's eyes, and finally found a clue.

"His body is too old to be at least more than 100,000 years old! However, his soul is very pure, very young, could it be an ancient corpse?"

In the end, the old monk decided to stay put.

Sumeru Temple has always kept a low profile, and he doesn't want to provoke right and wrong, and since the ancient corpse has not made trouble, he doesn't want to care about it.

"Perhaps, Zhenxing has already discovered the abnormality of his body, so he befriended him?"

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Since it's an exchange meeting, why is there less of my Daoyi?"

A figure flashed in the air, like a ghost, landed on the high platform, and found a free psychic white jade stool to sit on.

Dao Xuan Temple's Holy Son Dao Yi!

This person was the first to take the stage, with a confident face, his eyes scanning the many faces below, and said slowly.

"If you are dissatisfied, you can take action against me. I don't want to bully the small, just let you make three moves, once you are defeated, you will automatically retreat, okay?"

Silent!

There was silence at the scene, and many young monks and many geniuses of the Holy Land were stunned by Daoyi's theory.

Make three moves to give in, and once you fail, you will immediately back down, which is really full of confidence, and people have to break their hearts!

"A friend of the Dao, it can be said that people of my generation have a place!"

Dong Haolong, the holy son of the Liyang Holy Palace, smiled faintly and looked at Daoyi, his eyes revealing a little sympathy.

He recognized the strength of Daoyi, and that's why he said so.

"Brother is right, you have the right to sit down. ”

The saint Dong Linfeng doesn't talk much, Danfeng eyes, and her pretty face is indifferent, but no one dares to underestimate her strength.

It is rumored that she has already reached the late stage of the Spirit Pill Realm, only a little weaker than her brother Dong Haolong, and has defeated an old powerhouse of the Spirit Pill Realm head-on, shocking many people. Mobile SM:

Dao Yi smiled faintly, and on his ordinary and ordinary face, a somewhat indifferent smile appeared, carrying his hands behind his back, facing the crowd below.

"I'm talking about it, and I'll make three moves by myself Of course, Daoists below the Spirit Pill Realm, it's best not to try it, because you don't have the qualifications, understand?"

Suddenly, the crowd near the high platform broke out again into bursts of discussion, some people were in awe, some people were surprised, some people were indifferent, and some people thought that Dao was bragging.

"Daoyi, I'll meet you!"

In the crowd of the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect, a person next to the Holy Son Li Yijian leaped and fell onto the high platform, facing Dao Yi from a distance.

As soon as he stepped on the stage, he held a medium-grade spirit sword in his hand, blooming with wisps of holy light, flying all over the sky, enveloping the Dao and his body.

"The pearl of rice grains also shines?"

Dao Yi sneered, his right hand did not move, only slapped it with his left palm, and suddenly the void shook, a dull humming sound sounded, thousands of holy lights collapsed, and the sword cultivator of the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect coughed up blood, flew straight out of the high platform, fell to the ground, and completely fainted.

Solve the opponent in one move!

At this moment, countless young powerhouses in the major holy lands were all awe-inspiring, and many monks who were crazy about questioning their words were silent.

The sword cultivator in the early stage of the Spirit Pill Realm was slapped away by his understated palm, but you can imagine how terrifying the true strength of the one is?

"This guy is really strong! I can't even see through him!"

Holy Son Li Yijian's expression moved, he looked at Dao Yi deeply, and did not choose to make a move, because there were still a few seats, and he was not in a hurry at all.

"Is anyone still questioning?"

No one answered, Dao Yi sat down safely, occupying the third psychic white jade low stool, and no one questioned it.

"Ahem, the little monk is really polite. ”

At this time, Monk Zhenxing touched his bald head, with a shy smile on his face, walked to the high platform step by step, and climbed up.

"Monk?"

The Holy Son Dong Haolong frowned slightly, looked at the monk Zhenxing for a moment, and focused on the monk's robe on the latter's body for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The people of Sumeru?"

This holy place of Buddhism has always been very low-key, and it is rare to make such a big move, and a large number of people are dispatched, and this grand ceremony is a rare move.

"Yes. ”

Monk Zhenxing nodded, he didn't see the characteristics of a strong man at all, and he had a warm smile on his face, as if he wanted to greet everyone he saw.

Under the high platform, Lu Xiongwei laughed.

"This guy is born to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and those guys will definitely be shocked later, hehe, I really look forward to the wonderful look on their faces"

In the other direction, the corners of Li Yun's mouth twitched, and he muttered in a low voice.

"It's probably Lu Xiong's guy who is instigating, of course, the guy who is really a monk is not a good bird, he looks like an innocent boy on the surface, and he has a bad stomach behind him"

"Ahem, Li Yun, what are you telling the truth?"

On one side, Yandian Longma, who was lying at Li Yun's feet, squinted at him, and his big teeth were snow-white.

Nearby, some people from other holy places looked sideways and felt very curious.

"Who is this guy, and why does he still have a mount with him?"

"And the mount can talk, is it very intelligent?"

Not far away, in the crowd of the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect, when the Holy Son Li Yijian saw the true monk on the high platform, his heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Really good, let me ask you if my mount, the Golden Condor, was killed and eaten by you and your accomplices?"

Some time ago, when he was fighting fiercely with the little poisonous girl, he was plotted, and his true love's mount was taken away, and finally someone saw a huge wing bone in an area of the city.

These days, Li Yijian has been collecting information everywhere, and finally came to the conclusion that the monk among the three is suspected to be a person from the Sumeru Temple.

Someone once saw a monk Zhenxing, haunted a nearby tea shop, and finally left with a strong man riding a green horse, and disappeared.

"Brother Li Yijian, this is the case! The little monk is a monk, how can he kill? As for devouring meat, it is even more nonsense!"

Monk Zhenxing looked straight and retorted angrily.

Except for Li Yun, Lu Xiong, and Yandian Longma, everyone else thought that Monk Zhenxing was not like a person who was plotting against Li Yijian.

"This Li Yijian is so hateful, a monk who is so precious and solemn as a true monk, he said that he was a murderer, too innocent. ”

Mingyue was so angry that she almost pointed at Li Yijian's nose and scolded a few times, of course, she was just muttering a few times in a low voice, not wanting to attract attention.

"Uh, actually, you misunderstood him"

On the side, Li Yun opened his mouth, and his desire stopped.

"What is the misunderstanding? Isn't there a saying in Buddhism that a face is born from the heart? Judging from the appearance alone, a true monk is not a bad person!"

"I mean, you're mistaken about the real thing"

Li Yun was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Mingyue's attitude, and many of the young geniuses in some other holy places nearby shook their heads, thinking that Li Yijian must have misunderstood the true monk. read3;