Everyone below looked stunned again, but no one responded. It was really difficult to take action against such a child. If you win without force, it would not look good if you lose.

"Okay, come down and learn from Junior Sister Tianyun's methods." In the end, some people couldn't help but come out from the crowd.

Everyone escaped and saw that this person came from a second-rate sect's phalanx. He was dressed in green and white Taoist robes, with a Taoist bun on his head, and was at the seventh level of cultivation.

As a second-rate sect disciple, he naturally understood that if he wanted to compete with the disciples of the Tiantian sect, there would be no hope at all. The little girl on the stage now has only the sixth level of cultivation, and she is still a child. She wants to fight.

He doesn't have a lot of experience, so even if he wins, there's no glory in fighting him, but it's better than losing in one fight.

This man also had this idea, so he came out to challenge.

When the man jumped onto the stage and stood still, the little girl glanced at him with a smile on her face, clasped her fists in a presumptuous manner, and said with a smile: "This senior brother is willing to teach me. I am honored to be favored by you. Please give me a favor."

This senior brother is merciful, and my little sister is being polite."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I'll stop here and I won't hurt you, little sister." The man nodded helplessly and clasped his fists in response.

"Then let's get started." The little girl took two steps back and clenched her fists.

"Junior sister, please." The man was very generous and refused to take the lead in front of the little girl.

But when he finished speaking, he saw the little girl opposite, with two lightning bolts bursting out from her fists. Then, the girl's figure turned into a phantom, guarding the two furious thunders, and rushed towards where he stood.

Come rushing.

Fast, really too fast, his body was like a phantom, leaving behind a trail of afterimages on the route behind him.

As soon as the little girl made a move, the monk on the opposite side already knew that he had underestimated the little girl in front of him. She was at the sixth level and had not yet entered the realm of golden elixir, but the lightning in her hand clearly showed that,

This girl's use of Yuan Power has far surpassed his. Even if it were a seventh-level Jindan monk who cultivated thunder power, the thunder spirit power might not be as strong as hers.

In his eagerness, the monk quickly closed his hands, as if sealed, and a cyan light curtain suddenly formed in front of him, ready to welcome the two furious thunders that rushed towards him.

Boom, Yuanli connected, and the pretty little figure controlling the two raging thunders crashed directly into the blue light curtain held up by the monk in an instant. Yuanli clashed, the explosion sounded, and brilliance splashed everywhere.

In a dazzling brilliance, a figure flew up and headed outside the ring.

"It's Mo Yuan from the Dao Ling Sect." When they saw the shadow of the flying figure clearly, people who knew him couldn't help but exclaimed that this person was the monk who was fighting against the little girl. Look at his flying body.

In this shape, he was absolutely defeated by the opponent's violent collision and was knocked away.

How is this possible? Everyone roared in their hearts. Although this Mo Yuan is not top-notch in terms of strength, he is still a core disciple of Daoling Sect. Even if he faces an ordinary eighth-level monk, his chances of winning are very high. Why is he at this sixth level?

In the hands of the monk, he was knocked away with one move.

And that opponent, that opponent was just a little girl who was no more than ten years old. Disbelief and doubt filled everyone's hearts, but so what if they didn't believe it. The facts were in front of them, and Mo Yuan's figure had already fallen off the stage. Fortunately, before him

When Yona flew upside down, he handled it properly. He twisted his waist and stood firmly on the stage with both feet. He did not fall down. Otherwise, it would have been a huge embarrassment.

But, even so, Mo Yuan's face at this time was extremely ugly. With just one move, he was knocked off the ring by a little girl whose cultivation level was one level worse than his own. How could he have saved his face so easily? At this time,

His face had turned purple, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. It was so embarrassing, so embarrassing.

"Hey, in the path of spiritual practice, those who achieve first come first, no matter how old you are. However, if you go first, you may not be the first to achieve, and if you are late, you may go further. If you can't stick to your original intention, then your practice will be nothing more than an illusion. Why don't the juniors wake up?"

When Mo Yuan was about to die of shame and anger, a shout came from his ear, which suddenly cleared his mind, and the fluctuations in his soul thoughts calmed down. Faintly, his heart became a little firmer.

Turning around, Mo Yuan looked towards the three god kings sitting there. The sound of shouting just now naturally came from Fu Lao. The old man saw that this boy had a sign that his inner demon was rising, and he really didn't want to

Seeing that a young monk was ruined, he came to help.

"Thank you God King for your advice." Mo Yuan respectfully bowed a gift to Mr. Fu. This gift surprised the monks who were sitting down.

Previously, Nafu Lao Taoist used sound transmission, so others naturally did not understand what was going on. It was obvious that Mo Yuan saluted Nafu Lao, and everyone was surprised. They also understood in their hearts that Mo Yuan had obtained the power of the god.

Wang secretly pointed out, and seemed to have gained something. Otherwise, why would that guy change his shy and angry look and become calm?

"Alright, my little sister is too ugly. I'll give this stage to all the senior sisters and brothers." Then Mo Yuan returned to his sect's team, but at this time, the little girl on the stage was photographed.

He clapped his little hands and said a few words, regardless of other people's expressions, he jumped off the stage and ran back to stand behind Mr. Nafu.

"I am Dai Yunong, a disciple of Xiaozhu Sect, please give me some advice from all the brothers and sisters." Sure enough, someone opened the door, and the people below were no longer reserved. The little girl gave way to the ring, and someone walked up.

"Haha, Senior Brother Yunong from Xiaozhu, okay, I'm going to come and learn from Senior Brother Dai's Xiuhuang Sword Technique and see if it has made any progress over the years." As soon as Dai Yunong finished speaking, there was someone in another team.

Just speak out.

"It's Pang Chi from the Gongyun Gate. Now we're in for a good show." When the cultivators below saw the figure of the challenger, those who knew about it couldn't help but look like they were watching a good show.

"Hey, what's the point of this? Did these two people have some kind of feud before?" Someone asked the insider next to him.

"Don't you know? Dai Yunong is nicknamed Li Renjian, and Pang Chi is nicknamed Fuyun Shou. They and the other three people are known as the Five Guests of Youquan. They have a very good relationship, but once they went treasure hunting together, they were together.

When we encountered danger in the ancient land, only these two people broke out. After they came out, they turned against each other. The specific reason is unknown."

"Hey, so it seems, it's either related to the other three people, or it's because I found some treasure and was unhappy."

"Most likely."

The war suddenly broke out, and the two people on the stage did not say anything about the situation. The moment they met, they were fighting hand to hand, with their lives fighting for their lives. Dai Yunong's magic weapon was a long and narrow sword, but Pang Chi had a pair of swords in his hands.

Black gloves, with fine barbs all over the palms of the gloves.

Xiuhuang Sword, as its name suggests, Dai Yunong unleashed a set of sword techniques, filling the arena. For a moment, they were like thickly planted bamboo shadows, swaying in the wind. Bamboo leaves and branches fell with the wind, flying down, trying to touch them.

personal.

Look at Pang Chi again, his hands are like raccoon flowers, caressing and brushing slowly, gently brushing away the bamboo leaves that are flying towards him, and in his gentle and slow movements, occasionally

A cold light burst out and shot into the dense bamboo.

A beautiful scene, a dangerous duel, if one is not careful, one of them will be killed by either a bamboo leaf or a cold light.

"It's boring, but it's just some foreign object. Is it worth turning against them?" The discussion of the monks in the audience before was obviously heard by Xiao Mingyue and the others. At this time, watching the duel between the two on the stage, they couldn't help but express their feelings.

Lingxuan and others whispered.

"It's not necessarily the treasure that caused it." Zhuo Fei responded with a voice from the side.

"Even if it wasn't because of the loss of justice, I think that in that disaster, I was afraid that I would have given up in the face of danger and ignored my friends." Lingxuan has always been the kind of person who gives people a gentle feeling, with a faint smile on her face.

He spoke softly, like the spring breeze. Even though he said such things that were contrary to morality and righteousness, there was no trace of vindictiveness.

"There is a wish, but there is no atonement for sin." Na Lingyu's voice was exactly the same as that of Lingxuan, but no matter what time, it would give people a feeling of air-conditioning and evil spirit.

What he said about the wishful thinking is that the human heart seeks good fortune and avoids misfortune, and protects oneself in times of danger. It is normal and understandable to be motivated when seeing treasures. But on the other hand, if one ignores the safety of his friends, loses justice because of money, violates the law and violates one's heart,

It's really unforgivable.

A few people were talking in low voices when they heard a cry of pain coming from the stage. Everyone turned around and saw that the green bamboos on the stage had disappeared, and Dai Yunong was wielding his sword in Pangchi.

A long gash was cut out of his chest. The painful cry just now came from Pang Chi's mouth.

With one move, a cold light flashed through Dai Yunong's eyes. He turned around and the sword, like a snake letter, came out from his armpit and went straight to Pang Chi's heart. This move was vicious and cunning, and that move was fierce and cunning.

Pang Chi was seriously injured again and lost his dexterity. Seeing that he couldn't dodge this move, he couldn't help but scream in his heart, "I'm dead."

At this moment, the two of them suddenly felt a strong force rising from between them. Dai Yunong's sure-shot move could no longer stab him, and their bodies were also affected by this strong force.

Far apart.

"Haha, this kid named Dai won this battle." Fu Lao's laughter came, and Dai Yunong couldn't help but be surprised.

Since the God King didn't want to hurt the other person's life, then he had all kinds of abilities, but it was all in vain. After thinking about this, he quickly put away the trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and his expression became extremely respectful.

He bowed to the three god kings in a proper manner, then jumped off the ring and returned to his square formation.

Over there at Pang Chi, a fellow disciple had already come over and helped him down.

After the two of them fought, the other two sect disciples jumped onto the ring. Just now, it was clear that Mo Yuan had benefited greatly from the guidance of the God King sitting above him. How could these monks not be enthusiastic and not be so enthusiastic about that?
Chapter completed!