Zhan Crazy stood up, detached, overwhelming, majestic aura, immediately covered many monks, this gentleman's shoulders are extremely wide, giving people the general wall, the feeling of not moving, a long silver hair, dancing without wind, obviously has turned to cultivate immortal vitality, but the whole body still exudes a fire-like hot heat, and the appearance is extremely eye-catching.

For a moment, the eyes of all the monks fell on him.

The Baihe Dao people were too familiar with the cultivator who had comprehended the Dao Heart Triple Heaven by virtue of his own comprehension in the middle of the battle madness, and glanced at him slightly, his eyes flashed with joy, and he nodded with a rare smile: "Okay, let the old man see how much you have gained from fighting madness." ”

Zhan Madness smiled proudly, stretched out his hand into his storage space, felt out three totem poles, and flew towards the Baihe Dao people.

"There are only three?"

Many monks showed disdain in their eyes, and there was immediately some commotion in the hall.

Zhan Crazy but the corners of his mouth hooked, and he continued to catch it.

Three!

Three more!

Three more!

After touching twelve totem poles in a row, Zhan Madness stopped.

"There are as many as 12 ......"

A group of monks, who were speechless at the moment, were all dumbfounded, and gasped neatly, many monks in the late stage of Lichen, their pupils were constricted, and their eyebrows were gloomy, the reason needless to say, Zhan Crazy was the first to give them a heavy blow.

And Broken Thorns, Lan Yehe and the others, their eyes swept over the monks beside Zhan Madness, and seeing that they were all smiling and silent, they immediately guessed that Zhan Madness was afraid that he was just like himself, and he took over the totem pole that his teammates got at a big price.

Ye Bai secretly said in his heart: If there is really such a thing as luck in the world, then his own luck. Compared to the battle madness, it is still stronger, even if you don't even get the eight roots by accident when you enter the black temple for the first time, there are already eleven roots obtained by true ability, and the twelve roots of the war madness also include those traded from the monks who follow him.

Come to think of it. Ye Bai couldn't help but thank the naughty little star fish, if it hadn't given him the Divine Soul Crystal, it would have been impossible to tear open the storage space of other monks and get so much.

Zhan Crazy gaze swept over several of the most important opponents one by one, seeing that most of their faces were ugly, and the smile on their faces was even stronger, and finally swept over the unfathomable pupils, and the old opponent without a little expression broke the thorns, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Thorns." It's your turn!"

When everyone heard this, their eyes fell on the broken thorn.

Broken Thorns stood up proudly, black helmet and black armor, snow-white cloak flying, burly as a mountain, like a god in the sky, the face under the black helmet was calm and waveless.

He was calm. But the monks who followed him couldn't help but look nervous. I don't know how much he gets.

After standing up, Broken Thorn didn't say a word, and silently reached into his storage space to grab it.

Three!

Three!

......

He took out eleven flying shots to the Baihe Dao people in a row, and only stopped after breaking the thorns, then looked at Zhan Madness and said in a deep voice: "Crazy brother." This time, it's you who wins. ”

Zhan Mad bared two rows of snow-white teeth, grinned, and sat down.

These two top geniuses, since the day they met. The competition has never stopped, and this time, the winner is crazy.

Seeing this, the monk who followed the madness of the war was naturally elated.

And the monk who followed the broken thorns had an ugly face, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Dugu Han, Dugu Han's face was cold, and there was no emotion.

Without mentioning these two sides, the other monks were again speechless.

The expressions of people such as Yingfeng, Emperor Xin, Xiao Sunflower, Lan Yehe, White-haired Yugezi, and others have been directly gloomy.

Breaking Thorns and Fighting Madness, these two young top monks have always been the best, and they don't bother to play any tricks until the end, and they directly take the lead in a strong attack by means of reaping the deterrent effect, and beat them to death directly before the other monks can take them out!

After the Baihe Daoren collected the totem pole handed over by the broken thorns, he said lightly: "Who is next?"

The crowd was silent again, and for a while no one took it out.

The people of Baihe Dao suddenly became a little unhappy, swept over the monks who were in the late stage of leaving the dust, and shouted: "Don't be grinding, will it become more and more? Hurry up, end this matter early, the old man has to hurry back to cultivate!"

After being drunk by this old man, the cultivators finally stopped grinding.

The monks who had obtained one or two sticks were the first to hand them over, and one after another, the number of them added up to only five.

This number, compared to the number of scattered monks, can really be said to be pitiful, it can be seen that a large number of totem poles have been gathered in the hands of a strong monk through various ways.

After everyone, the first monk to come out of the late stage of Lichen was Ling Dao Huo, six roots!

Wild Fox Zen, six roots!

Blue Wild Crane, Seven!

Xiao sunflower, six!

Emperor's heart, seven roots!

Win the wind, eight!

There are also four black robes from the Demon Hell Gate.

At this time, because Zuo Xuan was dead, and the immortal old immortal didn't seem to go, among the monks in the late stage of Lichen, only the white-haired Yugezi did not take it out.

Ying Feng, who is currently ranked third, can't help but be a little nervous, this old man's eyes have already looked at the white-haired Yu Gezi, as for the others, he doesn't care at all.

In fact, the eyes of all the cultivators also fell on the white-haired Yu Gezi, and many monks had extremely complicated expressions, including Long Qi.

"Brother Win Fengdao, I'm offended!"

The white-haired fisherman laughed, his eyes were full of pride, he suddenly stood up, and as soon as he shot into the void, he directly shot a totem pole at the Baihe Road man.

One, two, three, four......

All eyes were on him.

"It's nine!"

"The white-haired fisherman is the third!"

Everyone was taken aback, Long Qi and the other monks who had snatched the totem pole by the white-haired Yugezi looked at the smug appearance of this old man's beard, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but of course he didn't have the strength to do anything about this old man.

Among the crowd, the most depressed is undoubtedly the "Emperor of the World" Ying Feng, Ying Feng watched himself from the third position, being stripped off, the dragon robe has begun to drum, and the mixed breath is great. The face was hideous, looking at the white-haired Yugezi's eyes flashing with coldness, like the most cruel tyrant, perhaps this old man was already regretting that he didn't go out earlier to kill the white-haired Yugezi. Even if it's to get rid of it.

The cultivators were shocked.

The white-haired Yugezi is an old face, smiling like a chrysanthemum, extremely bright, without the slightest sense of nervousness.

The silent and invisible pressure once again diffused from the body of the Baihe Road people, pressing towards the winning wind.

"陛xià-"

Beside Ying Feng, two general-looking followers, one of them whispered.

After saying two words, Ying Feng had already waved his hand. The breath suddenly disappeared, and he sat down, recovering to a calm and majestic appearance.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-haired fisherman smiled even more.

By this point, Broken Thorns, Fighting Madness, and the Seven Great Late Stage Monks had already handed over the totem poles they had gotten.

Quite a few monks. Thought it was a foregone conclusion.

The people of Baihe Road also thought so, and the scene was general: "Who else hasn't handed over?" If there is no one, then that's the end of it. ”

Everyone's eyes swept around.

The gaze of the table of broken thorns fell neatly on Dugu Han's body, while the gaze of Lan Yehe's table fell on Ye Bai together, because the two sides were not on the same layer. None of them know each other's deposits.

Ye Bai flashed, and was about to stand up, when a voice sounded before him.

"Senior, I still have some totem poles here!"

Dugu Han stood up. was the first to speak, and there was an unfathomable smile on his handsome face.

When everyone heard this, they looked at him together.

For some reason, the white-haired fisherman's heart suddenly chuckled, giving birth to an unusually bad feeling.

Baihe Daoren stared at Dugu Han deeply, and said lightly: "Give it to me." ”

Dugu Han nodded, grabbed the void, as if deliberately showing off, one after another, took out the totem poles, and flew them to the Baihe people.

The white-haired fisherman's face gradually became difficult to look at.

Until the tenth root, the white-haired Yugezi, his face was like ashes, looking at Dugu Han's gaze, as if he was about to be eaten alive, Yingfeng's mood just now, he finally realized that the third place in his hand was flying, and the next one was just a fairy stone!

Dugu Han smiled, just like the white-haired fisherman just now.

"How did this guy Lonely Han get so much? Could it be that his luck is only a little worse than the Broken Thorns and Battle Madness?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that, I heard that in their totem pole of Broken Thorns, there are teammates to support them, and Dugu Han got it all by himself. ”

"Dugu Han didn't break the thorns of the totem pole, it's interesting, I want to see how he can gain a foothold in the team of broken thorns in the future......"

The cultivators were discussing.

Broken Thorn and the monks beside him, looking at Dugu Han's gaze, became more complicated. Especially the broken thorns, the light in the tiger's eyes flickered, and for the first time, he looked squarely at the monk who followed him.

Dugu Han seemed to notice, his eyes flashed slightly, and a smug look flowed through his eyes.

Ye Bai's eyes were also full of shock.

"How could Dugu Han get so much, did he rob other monks, or was he really lucky, or, like me, tearing apart other people's storage space......"

Ye Bai's eyes flashed with thought.

On the high platform, the people of Baihe Dao were also a little surprised and stared at Dugu Han again, and after a while, the old man put away the surprise on his face and said to everyone again: "Is there anything else?"

No one spoke.

"Ye Bai, it's your turn!"

Long Qi saw that Ye Bai was a little distracted, and reminded him softly.

Although this sound was extremely slight, how to hide it from the ears of the cultivators, the eyes of the cultivators suddenly looked at their table like sharp arrows.

"Almost forgot about this guy!"

The exact same words rose in the hearts of the broken thorns and the madness of the battle at the same time, and the two of them showed a smile that they didn't know where they came from.

And Dugu Han chuckled violently in his heart, and his face changed dramatically, just like the white-haired fishing song before.

"Senior, I also have some totem poles here!"

Ye Bai stood up with a smile on his face. (To be continued......)