After a round of draws, the monk who was lucky enough to win the red lottery bye had already left the stage happily, and he wrapped his hands in his chest and looked at the people on the stage.

The order of decisions is also carried out according to the numbers written on the black and white lottery they were drawn. The one who drew the black and white lottery number one was the little prince and a cultivator at the first level of the golden elixir.

"This person is five or sixty-sixth-similar to Song Fei. There is a black air between his eyebrows, full of resentment. I guess he is Song Fei's father, Song Chenggu, who has accumulated revenge."

Lin Xuan saw two people rushing into the formation under the stage, and he had seen Lian He long ago, so he was not surprised.

Another middle-aged man who passed by the scene had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a little bald on his head, and a resentment between his eyebrows and eyes was hard to calm down. His tiger eyes kept wandering around the scene, and his mind was not present at all.

Obviously, Song Chenggu's wandering eyes were trying to find the murderer who killed his son in the crowd.

His eyes swept over Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan looked at him calmly, without any change in his eyes, Gu Jing Bubo."

The master of the fifth level of the Golden Pill is indeed extraordinary. However, it seems a bit inadequate compared with Lian He. Unexpectedly, this guy who seems to be invisible is actually the existence of the Ninth level of the Golden Pill, a half-step Nascent Soul."

Although Lin Xuan had long thought that there would definitely be hidden masters around Tanglou to protect his safety, he never expected that he was such a powerful guy.

Xuan lowered his eyebrows and thoughtfulness, on the ring, the winner was decided.

After a few breaths, the little prince used thunder to suppress the opponent.

"The martial arts learned by the little prince are inherited from the Eighth Prince's "The Domineering and Freedom Kung Fu". This martial arts are extremely domineering, and the methods used are all killer moves that can be understood from the battlefield."

"It can be said to be smooth and there is no unnecessary movement at all. Every time the little prince makes a move, he will handle it just right. It's really wonderful!"

The opponent was no match for the little prince at all. In just three rounds of battle, he was defeated and was beaten to kneel on the ground with a pale face."

There is no reason why the little prince is a favorite to win the championship. He is so strong. No one of the monks present is his opponent!"

People watched the little prince easily defeat his opponent, and there were endless praises.

The other monks couldn't help but feel a little lucky when they looked at the little prince's power. Fortunately, they had met this little prince, otherwise they would have become the first stepping stone for the little prince like this brother.

However, Lin Xuan's attention did not rest on the little prince, but instead keenly discovered the indifferent expression on the Thirteenth Prince's face.

Zhuang Wenxing was calm, and Lin Xuan naturally knew the reason. This guy was born with a Taoist body, and his cultivation was like a rocket and he didn't know where he went. He was like a cheat.

His monk could not help feeling tricky when he saw the little prince so arrogant, and there were some changes on his face.

But the prince Wu Tianming did not show any changes. If he was so calm, it would be too terrifying.

Or maybe Wu Tianming has a solution long ago, even if he fights against the little prince Wu Yuanbai, he can still win?”

If you meet the thirteenth prince Wu Tianming in the next round, you should be careful..."

Lin Xuan thought to himself and took a deep breath.

"I've given up!"

The prince used his magical powers to blow the opponent away.

Although he knew that he was not Wu Yuanbai's opponent, he could not do that if the monk admitted defeat and surrendered in public, he gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.

With a huge gap in strength, his persistence could not bring a turn for himself. Wu Yuanbai punched out, and this punch even made waves of ripples in the air.

In the eyes of the monk, the world became dark, and the universe was up, down, left and right. Looking around, nothing could be seen.

In the darkness of the limit, only one fist was getting closer and closer, and he could not dodge. The fist seemed to lock his position, and no matter how he could dodge, he would hit him hard.

Bang! Repair

Shi crossed his hands in front of him, and as soon as he finished his movements, his fist with endless pressure came up accurately.

He only felt a domineering force, without any mercy at all, uprooting him!

The soldier slammed heavily on the ground. He opened his mouth and coughed, then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Someone is here to send this young master to medical treatment!"

The next moment, the monk appeared beside the monk. The monk struggled to get up, but Lian He quickly stopped him.

"Don't move if you don't want to die! The bones on your body are cracked. Once you use your skills, you will die suddenly."

He's words made the monk feel cold. He quickly looked inward with his spiritual sense, and then he realized the seriousness of the matter.

It turned out that the domineering intention carried by the little prince under his punch was unstoppable.

If you insist on trying to stop it, of course you will disobey this force. Once this force is urged, you will inevitably crush all the roadblockers."

The little prince keeps his hand, otherwise, this punch can directly smash your chest."

While slowly urging the true energy to guide the domineering and extreme intentional true energy in the cultivator's body, the crane ordered the servants to take the monk down to rest.

"Thank you... Thank you sir..."

The monk who knew that he had saved his life was very grateful to Lian He.

The crane waved his hand, and several servants helped the monk down.

Lian He was holding a ball of power in his hand, and he was secretly shocked.

"This domineering and extreme true energy is worthy of being the true teaching of the Eighth Prince. Only such a slight true energy can actually have such powerful lethality. It's really terrifying."

The ball of true energy held in his hand was the domineering and extreme spirited true energy captured from the cultivator's body.

This small ball of true energy was not honest in his hands. It rushed left and right, sometimes turning into swords, sometimes turning into iron cavalry, drawing shocking wounds from Lian He's palm.

Lian He grabbed the palm of his hand, and the ball of true energy was immediately shattered and turned into nothingness.

The strength of the competition was huge, and everyone was very satisfied.

Therefore, in the second and third games, both sides were evenly matched, and it seemed that there was less stimulating the senses.

The monks present also showed what they learned and dared not to fight to the death. Both sides used magical powers and magic to bombard the scene, which also allowed everyone present to watch a scene that they could not see in daily life and could not dream of in their dreams.

Two monks fight, spells and magical powers are thrown away, and you finish the show after singing. In normal times, I am afraid that ordinary people will never see it once in their lifetime.

Today, everyone was full of fun. The people didn't know what magical effects those magical magic had. It was enough for them to be wonderful and beautiful.

Today's martial arts competition is undoubtedly extremely exciting.

It can be imagined that after this martial arts competition, the topic of discussion on the streets and alleys will be this in the next ten days and a half months.

Zhuang Wenxing, who drew the number 4 of white lottery, also became a dark horse.

The monk who signed No. 4 drew the unknown Zhuang Wenxing, and his face showed an ecstatic expression. He thought it was a little fish and shrimp that he could kill him at will.

However, Zhuang Wenxing was much more excited than him, and he was ready to try.

He looked like a child, and finally got the toy he wanted, so impatient.

The eyelids of the monk Zhuang Wenxing's confrontation couldn't help but hopped, and an ominous premonition slowly surged into his heart.

"Please." Zhuang

Wen Xing jumped onto the tooth with excitement on his face, clasped his fists and bowed his hands.

The opponent was stunned for a moment before nodding: "Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Wenxing's figure disappeared. The monk was shocked and hurriedly used his magical powers.

There was a burst of exclamations at the scene, and the monk sneered in his heart, with a proud look on his face. The magical power he used was called "The Immortal Ghost Sword".

After the display was performed, the true energy condensed into a powerful skeleton general, holding two ghost-headed swords to kill everything.

Tongren suddenly saw a skeleton moving, and of course he was frightened, so the exclamation sounds made at the scene were long before the monks expected.

"Hmm? Why do these people look at my expressions a little strange..." Xiu

The soldier used the magical power of the Immortal Ghost Sword and was proud. He vaguely discovered the indescribable expressions of the audience, and suddenly became a little confused.

Logically speaking, this skeleton warrior will indeed shock everyone when it comes to the stage.

At this time, the skeleton warriors had long been formed, and the short shock of ordinary people must have passed.
Chapter completed!