While the appearance of a total of forty Yuan Infant Stage Monks from the four sects exploded the audience, it also gave Lu Tong a deep shock, so that he couldn't help but observe every Yuan Infant Stage senior sitting there, hoping to learn something from them.

When he turned his gaze to the Yuan Infant Stage cultivators in the Dragon Lock Valley, the feeling of déjà vu in the dark became even stronger, especially when he looked at one of the black-haired old men who had the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Stage cultivation, the feeling was extremely strong.

Lu Tong silently recited the three words 'Lock Dragon Valley', and when he pondered the reason, he suddenly seemed to have a complete understanding, his face was full of surprise, and he secretly guessed in his heart:

"I cultivated the demon spirit transformation technique, and absorbed all the cultivation and accumulation of Bai Longzi's life, and I must have left some breath of the dragon clan in my body, otherwise I wouldn't have this familiar feeling with these people who locked the Dragon Valley, could it be that the people who locked the Dragon Valley had something to do with the predecessors of Bai Longzi, or they were all half-dragon people like Bai Longzi. ”

Thinking of this, Lu Tong unconsciously looked at the ten people opposite, especially the black-haired old man with the Great Perfection cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Just as Lu Tong was staring at the black-haired infant old man opposite, exploring the indescribable feeling on his body, the black-haired old man who locked the Dragon Valley also discovered him, and the moment they looked at each other, the black-haired old man was unconsciously stunned, and then his face changed slightly, and he looked at Lu Tong in detail.

Finding that the black-haired old man on the opposite side was looking at him, Lu Tong quickly moved his gaze to it, although there were thousands of surprised questions in his heart, he still stopped the idea of continuing to investigate, he didn't want to provoke these mysterious Lock Dragon Valley monks, so as not to cause them unhappiness and add unnecessary trouble to himself.

"The immortal elders are already seated, and the old decay is polite here. Just as Lu Tong was thinking wildly, intending not to attract the attention of the infant monk of Suolong Valley, the old man Longquan stood on the stage and bowed down to everyone in the audience.

After worshipping, the old man Longquan continued to say with a smile: "The rules of this ring competition are the same as before, the same door is not compared, twenty contestants compete for five places, those who win three games in a row can get a place, and those who get the quota can not participate in the competition. ”

After announcing the competition procedures, the old man Longquan put away his smiling face, and said with a straight face: "There is no taboo in the competition, the contestants compete with their skills, if they are defeated, they can admit defeat, after admitting defeat, the winner should immediately stop attacking, otherwise he will make fun of the qualifications and impose heavy penalties, in addition, please also remember that this competition, once you enter this stage, life and death are at your own risk." ”

When he said this, the old man Longquan pointed to the high platform where he was standing, and then slowly looked around, and saw that the leaders of the four sects all nodded, so he shouted in a very solemn voice: "The competition begins, according to the order, this year's alliance leader is the Scattered Cultivation Alliance." ”

After finishing speaking, the old man Longquan bowed to everyone in the audience again, and then turned around and slowly walked under the high platform.

As soon as the old man of Longquan stepped off the high platform, Lu Tong only felt a gust of wind flash around him, and then a fiery red figure flew out, and he came to the high platform in the blink of an eye.

"The little girl is not talented, she is willing to throw bricks and lead jade, I don't know which senior brother and sister are willing to come up and give some advice?" As soon as the fiery red figure stood up, a delicate and pleasant voice came out, and then a burst of shouts of help broke out in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

Lu Tong saw that the first to come to the stage was the female cultivator with red makeup sitting on his left, and after finishing the opening remarks, he flashed a superb spiritual weapon in his hand, and squinted his eyes slightly and looked around under the high platform, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Red Hime, Hugh is going to be rampant. With a loud shout, a square-faced monk flew out of the Purple Flame Gate camp, and without saying a word, he attacked the female cultivator extremely fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, the two were fighting together.

"Senior Brother Meteorite, do you think the Red Ji has a good chance of winning this battle?" Looking at the two warring sides on the stage, a late Yuan Infant Monk of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance asked the Meteorite beside him.

To Lu Tong's great surprise, to this question, the Great Elder of the Meteor only casually responded with four words, "There is no chance of winning." The two Great Perfection cultivators, including Zang Feng, nodded silently and did not put forward the slightest different opinion.

Sure enough, after dozens of rounds, it was clear that Hong Ji had taken the top spot, but the square-faced monk of the Purple Flame Sect suddenly swallowed an elixir that had no effect, and the mana around his body increased greatly, and he sent out two powerful moves one after another, knocking Hong Ji off the high platform in an instant.

After defeating Hongji, the square-faced monk of the Purple Flame Sect did not forget to pose for it, which caused all the monks of the Purple Flame Sect in the audience to shout deeply.

The defeated Red Ji covered her bloody shoulders, glanced at the square-faced monk of the Purple Flame Sect standing on the high platform with a resentful face, and slowly walked back to the camp of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

Seeing this kind of scene, Lu Tong looked at the back of the Great Elder of the Meteor Stream, and secretly thought in his heart: "It seems that this Great Elder of the Meteor really has his own unique ability, otherwise he would not have such a predictive ability." ”

Not long after the Purple Flame Sect monk who had defeated Hongji showed a smiling face, a supreme spiritual weapon suddenly flew out of the camp of the Feiyun Sect and stabbed straight at him, followed by a young woman in plain clothes who jumped onto the high platform and fought with him......

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In this way, you sang and I appeared, in a small half a day, the contestants of the Purple Flame Gate, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and the Feiyun Sect were fighting each other, and most of them were driven down by others with only one game left, and only the two monks of the Feiyun Sect and the Purple Flame Gate won two games in a row, but before they could celebrate, the two monks were instantly knocked out of the high platform by the two masked female cultivators in the late stage of foundation building in the Lock Dragon Valley, and they fell short.

And these two masked female cultivators of Lock Dragon Valley, although they only have cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, but their vitality mana is long, their fighting experience is extremely rich, and their bodies are super strong.

Seeing this kind of scene, the camps of the three sects of the Purple Flame Sect, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and the Feiyun Sect began to discuss one after another.

"Senior Brother Zangfeng, it seems that I don't want to release a quota in Suolong Valley this year. "After obtaining two places in the Lock Dragon Valley, a very attractive early stage female cultivator in the camp of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance said to Zang Feng.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zangfeng, these two female cultivators in Suolong Valley are so powerful, not to mention the three male cultivators sitting there, it seems that all our preparations will be wasted. The early Yuan Infant Cultivator had just finished speaking, and another Yuan Infant Early Monk also chimed in.

But without waiting for Zang Feng to answer, a tall late Yuan Infant monk in the Purple Flame Gate Formation suddenly stood up and shouted loudly in the direction of Suolong Valley: "Long Jiangyu, you guys are too despicable, it seems that you won't give us a chance." ”

"Hehe, why is Brother Zhao so angry? Learn more from you Senior Brother Feng, the word 'stability' comes first in everything, besides, we have not violated any of the agreements reached at the beginning, you are incompetent, but you want to blame us for being despicable, where does this start?" As soon as the words of the Purple Flame Gate surnamed Zhao in the late Yuanying Late Stage cultivator fell, the black-haired old man in the Lock Dragon Valley responded with a smile and without hurrying.

"Longjiangyu, you ......"

"Senior brother, just sit down, watch the game carefully, and stop doing those unnecessary calculations. The Purple Flame Sect's late-stage Yuan Infant Monk was just about to say something, but was interrupted by a white-haired old man next to him.

Hearing what his senior brother said, the monk surnamed Zhao looked at the direction of Suolong Valley hatefully, held back his anger, and sat back in place.

"Long Jiangyu, the black-haired leader of Suolong Valley is called Long Jiangyu. After listening to their conversation, Lu Tong secretly took note of this black-haired monk from Lock Dragon Valley in his heart.

This small episode did not affect the continuation of the ring match, after the female cultivator of Suolonggu won two places, another Suolonggu monk jumped and came to the stage, without a word, he showed a quasi-magic weapon, and then looked around coldly at the participating monks of the other three sects with his deep eyes, and slowly released a suffocating, powerful and abnormal, bloody aura.