Such a Great Sumeru Order was too exciting, although they felt that the possibility of Fang Ling selling it was very small, but, looking around, seeing that everyone was excited, no one would be left behind, what if this guy's brain was in water and he was willing to give up this Great Sumeru Order?

With such thoughts, the scene naturally became more and more lively, and someone kept shouting new offers, and they were pressed down by another person. It wasn't until a primordial ancestor couldn't stand it anymore and snorted coldly that these people could be regarded as pressing down on the idea of the bidding buyer Ling Da Sumeru.

But more people sighed in a low voice, saying that the flowers fell on the cow dung, how could the Great Sumeru Order, which had been lost for so many years, fall into the hands of the unlucky boy.

At this time, outside the Great Sumeru Mountain, I don't think Fang Lingshi has shit luck, I'm afraid there are only two people, Huo Dongjie and Ye Qiongying.

Huo Dongjie looked at Fang Ling's indifferent expression, a sneer flashed on his face, this sneer was short and urgent, and a cold killing intent rose from his heart.

For so many years, he has been undefeated, and his record of invincibility was broken by this man. That time, he remembered it clearly, if it weren't for the arrival of Patriarch Yan Shenzhou, I am afraid he would have died in the hands of this person.

In the past three years, he has always regarded this person as a target and a fierce rival, what he wants is to wash away the shame that this person has brought to him, and he Huo Dongjie can finally sweep away the haze that has shrouded him in the past few years, and breathe the intoxicating air comfortably!

These days, he felt that he didn't have this opportunity, because that person had been hit by Ancestor Yan. Even if you don't die, you will be crippled.

Let him do it to a crippled man, he doesn't have that hobby.

But now. This person actually appeared in front of him again, and like him, he participated in the Great Sumeru Society.

When this figure rose into the air, Huo Dongjie felt that the blood on his body was already boiling.

He felt that his opportunity had come, and when he was competing for the first Panlong Cloud Pillar, he not only had to get the Panlong Cloud Pillar. It is even more important to wash away your shame.

But just when he was about to take off and compete with Fang Ling, he found this guy. It actually landed on the last Coiling Dragon Cloud Pillar.

How is this possible!

At that time, Huo Dongjie felt like a person who was about to reach the top of the greatest excitement in his life, and his tools were cut off.

Depressed. He was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

But facts are facts. That hateful guy stood innocently on the last Coiling Dragon Cloud Pillar, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Senior brother, what is the situation with this Fang Ling, could it be that his injuries have not recovered yet, so he is seeking stability like this? Maybe he saw that Senior Brother was also coming, and knew that it was not your opponent, Senior Brother, so he deliberately hid in the last Coiling Dragon Cloud Pillar. Ye Qiongying withdrew her gaze towards Fang Ling's body. said to Huo Dongjie in a low voice.

Huo Dongjie smiled indifferently and said, "No matter what the reason is, he will eventually die at my hands." ”

Right now. Dozens of figures rose into the air almost at the same time, flying towards the still empty Coiling Dragon Cloud Pillar.

Fang Ling didn't pay much attention to these discussions, for him, what fell into his hands was the benefit, as for what people said, then let them go.

The more than a dozen people who rushed up after Fang Ling were not too high, basically like Cao Daoqiu, they chose the position of thirty and the back.

And, and the moment these people fly down on the Panlong Cloud Pillar, they will show their means, the meaning is obvious, naturally it is to warn future generations, this place is occupied by brother, brother is very strong, don't come to trouble brother.

Therefore, on the entire jade platform, for a while, the sun was shining in ten thousand ways, and the dragons and tigers were roaring in unison! All kinds of strange monsters were even more unimaginable.

Among them, some people directly stretched out a cloud of insects and turned into a layer of armor outside their bodies, which made many people tremble. Naturally, there are not many people fighting around this person.

And the topmost Coiling Dragon Cloud Pillar was empty at this time.

Although geniuses are proud, it doesn't mean that they don't have brains. Many of them know that although their strength is strong in their own territory, they are not ranked first in the entire periphery.

Instead of fighting for a position that doesn't belong to you and blushing your head, it's better to choose a place to live in peace.

So after the first ten and sixty-four, it's basically empty.

It can't be said that the last one is still standing with Fang Ling.

"My old Zhuo Laiye, that kid, give up your position. A loud shout rang out in the void, and with this sound, Zhuo Junhui was seen soaring into the air and rushing towards a man in the thirty-first place.

At this time, the man had a set of twelve flying swords suspended above his head, and the rolling sword light turned into a yellow cloud, and the power was not small.

For Zhuo Junhua who flew in, the man was also angry in his heart, and said that you don't look for others, but you are looking for me, do you think I am weak and can be bullied?

The man who was in an extremely unhappy mood didn't wait for Zhuo Junhua to make a move, so he clicked the twelve flying swords above his head, turned into twelve cold stars, and greeted Zhuo Junhua.

Fang Ling was very interested in Zhuo Junhua's shot, and now he didn't have to worry about someone coming to grab his position, so he naturally had time to watch the show.

I saw that Zhuo Junhua was still smiling, as if he hadn't seen the twelve flying swords that were about to come to him.

At the moment when those flying swords were about to fall, this guy quickly pinched the magic trick, and a fist-sized gourd instantly fell on top of his head, and a red light erupted from the mouth of the gourd, facing the twelve flying swords.

The red light Fang Ling didn't see what it was, but with the red light erupting, the flying sword that was originally like a dragon was a little disobedient.

The man who made the twelve flying swords, most of his means were on the flying swords, and when he saw that his flying swords were trapped, he suddenly felt anxious.

Just as he was quickly pinching the magic trick and was about to rescue his flying sword, Zhuo Junhui had already offered him a sledgehammer again.

This is the authentic eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammer, which instantly swells into the size of a mountain peak, and between the falls, there is a momentum of opening mountains and cracking stones.

Although it was Jin Dan Zhenren who fought with Zhuo Junhui, his body couldn't take this blow either.

Although enlightenment is important, but there is no life, and what is there to realize, so the monk snorted coldly, took off into the air, and flew into the distance.

And that Zhuo Junhua laughed, and landed on the Panlong Cloud Pillar that the person let out just now, and he didn't pursue, and summoned the huge eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammer into his hand, looking triumphant.

When this guy signed himself up, it seemed that he was a disciple of a certain sword sect in Cai Guo, why didn't he use a sword!

Was he deliberately hiding his strength, or did he report a false name?

As soon as these two questions arose, Fang Ling felt that it should be the latter.

And just when Zhuo Junhua made a move, someone finally rushed to the first Panlong Cloud Pillar, and saw that person turned into hundreds of phantoms, instantly enveloping half of the sky, and in the void, there was a voice echoing without the slightest emotion: "Thousand Ghost Valley Zhang Haochuan, don't fight for this Bodhi tree." ”

This sentence is simply domineering, and it is to tell everyone that this Bodhi tree is mine!

The so-called literature has no first, and there is no second martial arts.

Cultivators, especially those geniuses who were ready to go and set their goals at the first, all had a drastic change in their faces.

There are even more people who are ready to take off and teach this arrogant guy a good lesson.

But there are those who are angry, and there are also those who hold back. They are not only full of scruples about the name of Thousand Ghost Valley, but also full of scruples about the name Zhang Haochuan.

Huang Quanlin, this is the method of shaking the door of the Thousand Ghost Valley, can you break it?

The ghost shadows in the sky finally merged into one, and a young figure appeared in the void, a figure that seemed weak, but looked cold.

As this figure appeared, behind this figure, a yellow mist suddenly appeared, and through these mist, trees could be faintly seen from inside.

Or a tree with a human face!

Huangquanlin!

This is the Huangquan Forest of the Thousand Ghost Valley, which has been the world's greatest power for many years, and for many years, I don't know how many geniuses have been defeated under this kind of trick.

According to legend, the ancestor of the Thousand Ghost Valley back then also relied on this Huangquan Forest technique to push the world sideways, and there were almost no opponents.

Now, this kind of Dafa, which has not been cultivated for many years, has reappeared in the world, and many people are moved by it.

Fang Ling looked at the strange Huangquan Forest, and couldn't help but feel a heartbeat in his heart, his Xuanqi Dafa was known as devouring all things, if he could swallow this Huangquan Forest, could he also let himself use it. Thinking of this, there was an urge to rush to try.

Just when the thought flickered in Fang Ling's heart, he heard someone say in a deep voice: "The junior of the Thousand Ghost Valley is going to be rampant, I will come to try your methods by Hu Longcheng of the Xuanmen." ”

As he spoke, he saw a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his thirties flying out and rushing straight towards the first Panlong Cloud Pillar.

That Zhang Haochuan was not only not angry at someone who challenged him, but on the contrary, the smile on the corner of his mouth increased by two points.

When Hu Longcheng of the Middle Xuanmen was about to fly to his side, he saw his fingers tapping, and two yellow, but tall and short figures flew out of the Huangquan Forest and flew towards Hu Longcheng.

These two figures both have the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan.

Hu Longcheng saw these two figures, sneered, patted his small Qiankun bag, and a crimson giant crane with a length of one zhang flew out of his small Qiankun bag, and the giant crane saw two ghost shadows rushing towards him, with a sharp and thin long mouth, and two flames erupted in an instant.

"Red Feather Crane, this is the legendary Red Feather Crane whose combat power is comparable to that of the real dragon Phoenix!" A monk who knew Red Feather Crane couldn't help but exclaim. (To be continued......)

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