Chapter 295

The young man said.

He quickly lowered his head for fear of being seen by others.

What he is talking about.

It's too sensitive.

If you don't pay attention to it, you will be able to drink a pot by yourself after being known by the intentional villains.

But I can't stand curiosity.

Once again, I gave a look to some of the others.

Whispered:

"what do you think?"

With him, we are also ranked under the age of 25, the top ten young Tianjiao.

"I think so, too."

"Maybe that person has not left Nantianmen for such a long time. Just because he knows this, he has been practicing in seclusion, hoping to reach a higher level."

"The top 20 is already very good."

These people, obviously, can't bear it. They lower their heads and talk to each other in a low voice.

But they don't know.

Among the people who are watching today, there are many ancient kings hidden in it. These people are all the young Tianjiao of heaven level forces, and Thor, the God of thunder, is also here.

They were the last extraterrestrials to arrive on earth.

Thor at the moment.

We have stepped into the Empire State.

But the voices of those around us made Thor, the God of thunder, who was hidden in the crowd, feel like laughing.

It's not just him.

All the heavenly arrogance can't cry or laugh.

I don't know whether they are lucky or unlucky.

Who is in the top 20?

If this is the case, the eight jails and nine transfers to the emperor's court have been robbed by these heaven level forces for a long time.

It's not your turn to enjoy the infinite energy brought by the supreme products of this myth era, so that you can improve your accomplishments quickly?

"Ignorance, it's really ignorance..."

Many such as Thor, the God of thunder, such as heaven level arrogance, all secretly shook their heads, feeling the pain in their heads.

Soon.

There are people.

I can't stand that any longer. At the next moment, my body will slowly retreat.

And today.

These young Tianjiao who need to play, as long as they defeat their opponents, they have a chance to step into the heaven.

But.

For those young Tianjiao below the top five, they just have a chance, because today's protagonists are not them, but the top five ones. In their eyes, they are just monsters.

Unrivalled childe Li Zhenjian.

Xiaojian immortal is proud.

Qin Ming, the ancient sage of magic blue.

Yu Qing, a Buddhist disciple.

And daozong Zhang Xianyi, who ranks first.

These five people have long been qualified to step into the Tianting and become the stars and Tianjiao. I'm afraid that in today's competition, these five people will enter the Tianting without any suspense.

But.

Compared with Yuqing, the first and second disciples of Buddhism, and Zhang Xianyi, the daozong, these two are Tianjiao, who originally belonged to Tianting forces. Everyone's eyes are more focused on the latter three.

Especially the unparalleled childe, Li Zhenjian.

Five years ago.

It's just a nameless little person, not even Tianjiao, but somehow, it took only five years to reach the top five of Tianjiao.

Li Zhenjian, dressed in white and with elegant temperament.

Just showed up here.

In a flash, many Tianjiao and those who watched watched watched watched.

Especially for the opposite sex.

Dressed in a white suit, with a humble gentleman, Li Zhenjian, who is as warm as jade, let many heterosexuals look like peaches.

Several girls on Tianjiao list.

Eyes.

Li Zhenjian also involuntarily absorbed it.

Since his debut.

The unparalleled childe, Li Zhenjian, has won every battle. No matter who he is facing, or even his opponents at the same level, he has defeated him within 20 moves.

But not for long.

When the battle table came out, when everyone saw that Li Zhenjian's opponent was a name that never impressed them, all the people on the scene were stunned.

Zhao Ning?

Which one is this?

There seems to be no such name in Tianjiao list, right?

In an instant.

Even standing there, a pair of relegated immortals came to the world, a calm face, Li Zhenjian, who had never changed, could not help but look a little startled, a little doubt in his eyes, flashed past.

Zhao Ning?

Who is this?

How could he never seem to see this man in his mind?

In a moment.

Someone said the origin of Zhao Ning's words. Isn't this the daughter of Zhao's lineage in the imperial family of Jinling?

But it made everyone feel confused.

The royal family.

In today's world, it's not enough.

"It's strange that Zhao Ning didn't even step on Tianjiao's list. How could he be qualified to take such a contest?"

When the holy breath comes up above and three peerless figures fall.

Seeing Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, following Zhao Ning's words, everyone was shocked. Li Zhenjian was also shocked.

On the high platform.

Sun Wukong, the great sage of Qitian, Yang Jian, the real king of Xiansheng, and jiulingyuansheng, the great demon, as the leaders of the recruitment, sat high there. The three mythical and legendary figures came in person, and the whole venue was immediately quiet.

And behind them.

Ning Zhongxu and Su Yaoling are also standing there.

These two people.

All Tianjiao on the scene recognized that they were the people on the previous Tianjiao list and had already entered the Tianting.

Just.

This Zhao Ning language, how can also stand behind the Erlang God Yang Jian?

"Let's go."

The next moment.

Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, announced the contest between Li Zhenjian and Zhao Ning. Now it is officially started.

"Yes, master!"

But Zhao Ning's next sentence.

However, all the people on the scene felt a sudden surprise in their hearts. Their bodies could not help shivering a little, their eyes were staring at Zhao Ning's words.

Master?!

Zhao Ningyu, a disciple of the Erlang God Yang Jian?!

But when you notice.

In front of Zhao Ning's words, when the land God fairyland was just a district, everyone's eyes were stunned again.

But Li Zhenjian, who was standing there, looked very grave and uneasy.

The disciple of Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, in mythology.

It's not as simple as it seems.

Can I beat each other?

"Yang Jian, do you think you, a little apprentice, can defeat this little doll named Li Zhenjian?"

Nine spirit yuan Saint open mouth way.

Monkey King also opened his mouth.

"According to my grandson, it's a bit of a mystery. Yang Jian, you are not much worse than the other girl in strength, but your actual experience is much worse than Li Zhenjian, who has won every battle."

And the God of Erlang Yang Jian's face.

But full of confidence.

Light way:

"of course I can. How can I lose to a friar who is a disciple of Yang Jian, the real prince of Erlang, the saint of my generation?"

Just.

He didn't notice that when Zhao Ningyu slowly turned around, he saw Li Zhenjian in front of him, dressed in a white suit and with elegant temperament, for a moment.

Those cold eyes.

At once, he never looked like a cannibal firework, as if he had fallen into the world all of a sudden, full of confusion.

Lost God.

"First Sir... "

As a result, when Li Zhenjian attacked, he saw Zhao Ningyu standing there with a dazed face.

It's also the face.

Can not help but slightly Zheng for a while.

"It seems that I overestimate you, the disciple of the Erlang God Yang Jian, to this extent? I am disappointed that I have been fooled by flowers. "