The three arenas, No. 91, where Lu Chen is located, is the hottest. The No. 92 ring was announced to end half an hour ago. The one who qualified was a very injured cultivator in the ninth level of Qi training. As for the No. 93 ring, the No. 93 was faster, and the qualifier was selected within two incense sticks.

The battle in ring No. 91 continues...

"Fresh sand technique...Fresh sand technique...Fresh sand technique..."

Someone on the ring No. 91 was loud and loud, with yellow fingers hitting out, and the blue brick floor immediately had a hazy ripples. The cheers from the audience had already stopped, and many monks kept wiping the sweat on their foreheads, staring at the figures on the ring like spirit cats, ramming left and right, and they felt chills...

"Isn't this guy anything else..."

"Yes, in more than half an hour, just seeing him using the quicksand technique, is it a single earth spiritual root?"

"At least use something else, what about flying swords? Why don't you use it..."

"What a f*ck, it depends on how good the quicksand technique used by others is. If it weren't for the quicksand technique, those people would have been beaten out of the field long ago..."

...

A senior master in the audience nodded repeatedly, watching the battle silently, without expecting to mention his failed disciple, saying, "Look at it carefully, this person should be a single earth spirit root, but his low-level Taoist art, quicksand technique, has reached the realm of transformation, and it is obvious that it has been continuously tempered to achieve such an effect. Disciple, failure may not be a bad thing. If you come here today, it is worthwhile to be able to observe this person using earth-based Taoist techniques..."

Beside the senior master, a defeated disciple kept nodding, staring at Lu Chen on the stage with a quicksand technique...

Nan Xingchen stood in the distance, blinking his dry eyes, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Brother Lu, he is really... a strange person..."

“Fastsand Technique…”

“227…”

“Fastsand Technique…”

“228…”

A strange atmosphere quietly rose in the square where thousands of monks watched the battle. If everyone had to leave with the idea of ​​studying or watching the battle, then the only pleasure of watching this battle now is to see how many times Lu Chen, the kid, planned to use the quicksand technique.

“229…”

Chen Long's immortal lord stood in the square, staring fiercely at Lu Chen, who was jumping left and right, and was like a monkey. His angry face had turned pale: "Idiot, I thought I would be invincible in the world when I reached the foundation-building stage. I didn't know how to act low-key, and I was at a disadvantage now. I'm so stupid..."

Chen Long naturally would not be able to have a good time. The situation is very obvious at the moment. The eight monks in this line seemed to have cooperated and angry. Although he had used his power and magic weapons to defeat the three monks before, forcing the three of them to crush the jade talisman and leave the ring, the four characters left behind were also difficult to deal with...

"Three qi training levels, one qi training level nine... Ahhh~, I'm going to kill you..." Feeling the rapid loss of his mana, Chen Long's face turned red. The four of them did not fight head-on with him at all, especially the boy who kept calling from beginning to end, constantly disrupting his offensive pace. He could not keep flying in the sky with the imperial spear, which would consume too much mana. But it was even more annoying to get on the ground. The quicksand technique of the boy who was whining from the other side was obviously too troublesome.

Thinking of this, Chen Long's anger rose. After all, he couldn't help but swung the spear in his hand towards the sky. Then a golden light lit up on his body, which was a golden bell technique that blessed the intermediate-level Taoist technique of the gold system, and improved his defense. Immediately afterwards, Chen Long quickly shot out several magic tricks, and then opened his mouth and spit out a ball of gold powder-like mist...

The mist quickly wrapped the spear magic weapon, and suddenly transformed into four identical three-meter golden spears. He raised his hand and pointed, and the four spears were like golden dragons spitting beads. The light was so bright that they shot towards Lu Chen and the other four.

"Have you tried your best?" Lu Chen glared at his eyes, and was overjoyed. He stepped onto the flying sword without saying a word, and shook his hand to shoot out five Vajra talismans.

The golden light talisman became bigger in the sky, pressing against the spear that shot like a dragon. Lu Chenyu hurriedly retreated with the flying sword...

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~"

Four consecutive spears hit the golden light talisman seal, and the last one was about to hit. Lu Chen smiled slightly, and with the protection of dust in the sky, he opened his mouth slightly, and a stream of magic power surged out of his mouth, wrapping the Vajra talisman tightly. Then he heard four more sounds of "bang~bang~bang~bang~bang", and the screams of three other monks came...

“Ah~”

Lu Chenfei shot out until the edge of the ring stopped. When he turned around, the three cultivators at the tenth level of Qi training had already fallen to the ground. Chen Long exclaimed his anger, and his two thick arms and elbows rolled around, almost feeling like they were split. He had red eyes and panting. It was obvious that the unknown spell just now had taken his few true magic energy.

When Chen Long glared fiercely, the three monks panicked. In order to follow the footsteps of the dead monks, the three of them hurriedly took out the escape formation talismans and crushed them, and turned into white light and left the ring.

The voices in the square were lonely and terrifying. Thousands of monks stared at the situation on the field. The battle was coming to an end, and there were only two people left on the field. One was a foundation-building monk with exhausted oil and lights, and the other was a scam who only had nine levels of Qi training but had full real energy. What was the ending? It should not be too difficult to guess...

"Finally, both sides were injured." Lu Chen put his hands on his back and slowly returned to the center of the ring with a flying sword. His ordinary appearance and annihilated plan were accused of standing ten meters in front of Chen Long, and said, "Big man, don't have the strength."

Chen Long gritted his teeth in hatred. He wanted to use his last move to kill everyone or force him to withdraw, but he still missed one person. Now Chen Long understood that Lu Chen was not a weak person at the ninth level of Qi training. He must have hidden his strength and pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger to use everyone to benefit. But he just needed half a cup of tea to recover after that spell. Half a cup of tea was not long, but Lu Chen would not let him recover.

The tall figure jumped gently and jumped to the ground. Lu Chen pinched his fingers and a little further away. The flying sword turned into a yellow light and shot away, directly hitting Chen Long's throat.

"Big guy, Master Dao is not interested in killing people. Give you a chance to crush the jade talisman and leave by yourself. Otherwise, Master Dao's hands will tremble and your life will be lost."

"Despicable." The great man Chen Long gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with resentful gazes.

Lu Chen didn't care. He had seen too many such eyes. He sighed and said, "I think you still haven't heard what I said clearly..."

He said calmly, without seeing how the true energy of magic power surged, the flying sword slowly cut through a layer of skin between Chen Long's throat, and dripping blood oozed out of the throat. Whether it was Chen Long or the monk who was frightened from the audience, the hearts of the monk who was shocked from the audience were raised. If the flying sword went deeper, a monk in the early stage of foundation building would be considered dead.

Chen Longxian shouted in a hurry in the audience. Chen Long naturally refused to shrink his neck, slowly took out the escape formation talisman, glared at Lu Chen again, and used force hard on his hand.

"Bang~"

The jade talisman was shattered, and a white light wrapped around Chen Long and escaped from the arena.

The master monk swallowed his saliva, calculated his fingers, and thought to himself: "I am the first guy to qualify for the ninth level of Qi training..."

Thinking of this, the monk suddenly raised his tone: "The last top 100 candidates, Gan Yumen, Lu (6) Chen..."

"Buzz~"

The buzzing masterpiece on the immortal club rankings. After a burst of energy rippling, the remaining candidates on the list became a hundred people, and the name of Ganyumen Lu Chen was deeply engraved in the last position...

The elders of the seven immortal sects stood up one after another, and the smile on the face of the Cang Xue Taoist disappeared. The unique coldness was like a frozen beast sculpture, with a faint cold voice: "This person is not simple..."

"What are you worried about?" Taoist Huan Ming didn't look back and said without any concern: "At most, he is also the top ten characters, and the Three A's do not belong to him."

"Not necessarily..." Kong Ji thought for a while, but threw out the words he kept in his heart for a long time. After saying that, under the surprised gaze of several old people, he swept down the mountain without looking back.

Xuan Gu smiled and said goodbye to the few people. He was the only person who looked at Lu Chen a few more times.

The elders were shocked by the words of Taoist Kong Ji, but after careful consideration, they let go. After all, the strength of the Seven Gate Hidden Puppets was extraordinary. At least Chen Long's cultivation level could not catch up.

Lu Chen came to Zuo Qinghan and saw Murong Yuxi awakening when he saw that he was not seeing each other. He sighed at first, and then he didn't even look at Qingyun and Lanyu. He helped Zuo Qinghan up and wanted to leave.

The little girl wanted to congratulate her brother, but she was pushed back by the suddenly gloomy face. When she was confused, Lu Chen's whisper with weak lines sounded in her ears: "Girl, come to my room tonight, brother will take you to the show."

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