"It's a pity that my strength is still a little worse, not the real Holy Son, otherwise, there is also such an amazing opportunity. ”

Some of the other would-be saints also showed regret and felt deeply decadent.

There is a little gap in strength, just like the gap between heaven and earth, if you miss such an opportunity, it will be impossible to have it again next time.

However, at this time, in the area on the side of the high platform, Dong Feipeng, the Holy Lord of the Yang Holy Palace, turned his majestic gaze and looked at his own crowd.

There, there were five young Tianjiao such as the Dong family's "two tigers and three wolves", and the Mu sisters, the descendants of Mu Laozu, looked at this side with blank eyes.

"Uncle Mu, don't be kind to the quasi-Holy Son and other geniuses, although you are softer, but over time, you will also have the opportunity to grow up, this Holy Lord feels that if you give them some opportunities, maybe someone will come out." ”

Before the words fell, the Holy Lord Dong Feipeng waved his arm, and eighteen ordinary stone stools fell into the high platform, neatly and neatly, surrounded into a half-moon shape, located on the periphery of the nine psychic white jade low stools.

"Okay, Dong Cheng, Dong Hao, you still have a chance, don't let this Holy Lord down"

"Yes!"

On the high platform, the five Tianjiao of the Dong family, including Dong Hao, all turned red with excitement, they didn't expect that they would have the opportunity to encounter such an opportunity.

Even if he is a true descendant of the Liyang Sacred Palace, the genius child of the Dong family, he will not see the ancestor of the Dong family who is in retreat once a year, the Supreme Elder of the Liyang Sacred Palace in the Spirit King Realm.

That's why they're ecstatic.

"I'll come first!"

Dong Cheng is one of the two tigers, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the spirit pill realm, and his powerful strength is only slightly weaker than that of the saint Dong Linfeng, and he is a very powerful existence among the quasi-holy sons.

He climbed the high platform, sat down on a stone bench by himself, looked in all directions with a proud face, and sneered.

"Little poisonous girl, as well as all the quasi-holy sons, you can challenge me, if I am defeated, I will automatically get up"

"Good!"

A quasi-saint son appeared on the stage, a person from the Daoxuan Temple, and the spiritual treasure used was very strange, it was actually a folding fan.

Crash!

The folding fan is opened, and there are mountains, rivers, insects, fish, birds, beasts, birds, etc., just like a beautiful picture.

Seeing this person reciting the sermon, the folding fan shook violently, and the picture seemed to come to life, overwhelming, and rushed to Dong Cheng in a roar.

"Good time!"

Dong Cheng's eyes showed a strange light, his fighting spirit rose sharply, and he grabbed a giant hammer in his hand, which suddenly became five times larger, wrapped around the flames, and smashed it fiercely.

"Flame Divine Mountain!"

Bang!

The violent explosion sound resounded in the nearby area, but it did not affect the nine people who entered the meditation, and the Holy Lord Dong Feipeng's arm waved, separating this space.

The battle between the quasi-holy sons was not small, attracting the attention of many Holy Land disciples present.

In one area, Li Yun's heart moved, and his eyes looked in one direction.

There, Dong Hao was standing with the Mu sisters, as if they were currying favor with Mu Ziyu, but they were scolded by Mu Ziyu for a few words, and immediately lowered their faces, their expressions were a little ugly, and they scolded the sisters again and again.

"This Dong Hao is really a bastard! In the battle of the quasi-holy son, he may play, maybe I have a chance to defeat him in public, but treasures such as seven-colored small trees, maybe they will be exposed"

Li Yun thought about it for a long time and decided that he still wanted to take a risk.

"I hope that the hall master of the Starry Sky Hall has said to me that what he once said to me is true, and he can have some weight in the Liyang Holy Palace."

Not long after, the first battle of the quasi-saint son on the high platform came to an end, Dong Cheng was slightly better, and said with a smug smile.

"But there's anyone else trying to challenge me?"

Near the high platform, there was silence.

There were more than ten or twenty quasi-saint-level figures present, and the others calmed down and did not choose to make a move, after all, there were still many stone benches to spare, so there was no need to rush for a while.

"Alas, the strong are lonely"

Dong Cheng smiled regretfully, sat on the stone bench and did not move, leaning closer, and also listening to Mu Laozu's explanation.

Next, three Dong Jia Tianjiao took the stage one after another, and after several fierce challenges, the two successfully occupied a stone bench.

The one who was eliminated was defeated in the hands of the little poisonous girl Qiao Yu, and she hated it so much that she could only reluctantly withdraw from the competition.

The Dong family Tianjiao, only Dong Hao and one other person were left, and their cultivation was in the early stage of the Spirit Pill Realm, and they could barely be regarded as quasi-saint sons, so they decided to stand still and let the quasi-saint sons of other holy lands compete for them.

"Don't worry, anyway, there are still more than a dozen positions, let them first let some of the extremely powerful quasi-holy sons, and wait until the end to compete, I believe the chances of success are much greater. ”

At this moment, Dong Hao's heart thought like this, and he felt quite proud of his plan.

However, he didn't notice that in the other direction, a pair of eyes were constantly looking at him, like a clever hunter squatting on his prey, waiting for him to show his horse's feet.

The battle for the quasi-saint son level continues.

A quasi-saint son in the middle stage of the Famous Spirit Pill Realm made a move, and bursts of roars erupted, and the battle was fierce and exciting, attracting many cheers and cheers.

In the end, more than a dozen quasi-holy sons such as the Daoxuan Temple, the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect, the Bishui Divine Sect, and the Shenmu Sect successfully ascended the high platform, each occupying a stone bench and obtaining the quota to listen to Mu Laozu's preaching.

Of the eighteen stone benches, there were only three vacant seats left, and there were still Dong Hao and other Dong family members at the scene, as well as several quasi-saint sons in the early stage of the Spirit Pill Realm, who did not act.

Suddenly, there were seven or eight eyes with different expressions, all staring at the remaining three stone benches, and their eyes collided together, as if forming a sonic boom.

"I'll come first, haha"

Dong Hao's side, Dong Min, one of the three wolves of the Dong family, flew up to the high platform, faced several other people, and laughed a few times.

"You are guests from afar, and you should have given you the opportunity, but the opportunity to listen to Mu Laozu's sermon is extremely precious, so don't blame me for being stingy, haha"

"Dong Min, don't be complacent, I'll meet you!"

In the crowd, a person flew up, as light as a swallow, and his posture was very chic, and he fell opposite Dong Min, far away.

This person's cultivation has reached the early stage of the Spirit Pill Realm, and he is a genius powerhouse of the Holy Land Cloud Feather Divine Sect.

This holy place is very famous, not because of how strong the overall strength is, and how many geniuses there are in the door, but because of their founding ancestor, who is said to be a flying spirit beast Cloud Feather Nine-Headed Sparrow, leaving behind an extremely excellent body Yun Feather Divine Technique.

The disciples of the Holy Land here are not the top in strength, but the degree of difficulty is very rare, and they are good at grappling, protracted battles, etc.

Sure enough, the battle situation on the high platform fell into an anxious situation.

I saw this quasi-holy son of the Cloud Feather Divine Sect, like a divine feather in a cloud, floating up in mid-air, and he could hardly see his true body.

Only Dong Min was left with a furious face, holding a big gun, the body of the spear was wrapped with a little flame, and each blow was like a firebird flying, slashing through the void.

"Golden Crow Burning Sky!"

After being entangled for a while, Dong Min was a little unhappy, and immediately cast a killing move, and suddenly the body of the gun trembled, and the flames in the sky ignited.

A holy bird in the fire, the golden crow, flew up from the flames, exuding a faint divine aura, covering the sky and the sun, spreading its flame wings, like a divine flame giant sword that came across the sky, slashing towards the quasi-holy son of the Yunyu Divine Gate not far away.

This person's heart suddenly froze, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly snorted softly.

"A feather in the clouds!"

As soon as the words fell, this person's figure suddenly became extremely faint, and a pale cyan divine feather appeared behind him, and his figure became extremely elegant again, vaguely in line with the rules of space, almost hidden into the depths of space.

The fierce showdown unfolded again.

Soon, dozens of moves have passed, and the two are fighting fiercely.

In one direction, Li Yun has been paying close attention to this battle, staring at Dong Min, thinking in his mind, if he is in the position of Dong Min's opponent, how should he deal with it?

Dong Hao and Dong Min are both one of the "three wolves" of the Dong family, their strength is close to each other, and the secret techniques they have learned should be about the same, and Li Yun regards Dong Min as an imaginary enemy. The mobile terminal one-second memory provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.

Not long after, a roar broke out again on the high platform, Dong Min's skills were superior, and he forced the quasi-holy son of the Yunyu Divine Sect out in one fell swoop, severely damaged the opponent, and achieved the best victory.

"I'm defeated"

The quasi-holy son of the Yunyu Divine Sect looked decadent and retreated with a disappointed expression.

The battle at the level of the quasi-saint son can also be regarded as a rare experience, and once it fails, it will have an impact on the monk's state of mind.

Dong Min defeated another quasi-saint son and successfully occupied one of the three stone benches, leaving only the last two.

Li Yun shook his head, his mood a little heavy.

"Even if I am full of combat strength, I am afraid that the chance of winning with Dong Hao is about four or six points, and it will be more difficult to defeat him. ”

Of course, he just thought about it in his heart.

If outsiders hear it, they will definitely laugh at him for being incompetent and whimsical.

A kid in the late stage of the Linghai Realm, there is still a lot of distance from the quasi-holy son, three small realms apart, but he dares to fight against the quasi-holy son, and even has a forty percent chance of winning, isn't this a fantasy What is it?

On the high platform, there are only the last two stone benches left, and the remaining quasi-saints have the last two chances, if they can't grasp it, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.

In the crowd of Qingcheng Martial Palace, Xu Yijun, the son of Yijun, who had been silent, finally chose to make a move, and his shadow flashed and jumped onto the high platform.

The other two, Wu Yiyong and Lan Xiang, launched a few challenges just now, but unfortunately they were defeated, and they could only look up to Xu Yijun at this time, hoping that this woman had better not fail, otherwise they would have no light on their faces.

"The people of Qingcheng Martial Palace? I can't get used to these fake guys, I'm here to fight you! What kind of bullshit Yijun Gongzi? It's just a little woman!"

In the crowd, a strong man walked out of a holy place, sneering at Xu Yijun, his eyes were evil, as if he saw Miaoman's delicate body through clothes.

"Damn it!"

Xu Yijun's face was pale, this holy place was the hostile force of the Qingcheng Martial Palace, there had been fierce friction in the past, and even several powerful level elders had died in the disaster, and the two sides were on the same footing.

"I will defeat you!"

On the high platform, Xu Yijun tightened her pretty face, glared at the strong man, her full chest rose and fell, and there were ripples that made people think about it.

"Hehe, I'm going to tear your clothes and see if your body is as flat as a coffin board, otherwise why do you call yourself a son? It's a joke!"

The strong man's tone was vicious, piercing Xu Yijun's arrogant heart like a sharp sword, and suddenly made this pretentious Yijun son fall into a rage. read3;