Chapter 1342

Zhao Yuande nodded secretly. Since then, everyone will not have any objection. He will also feel the humanization of zongmen and increase the cohesion of many addresses.

"There are just ten people left this time. We will decide by drawing lots. The one with the same number is your opponent!"

The elder steward took out the nephew's jade sign again and held it in his hand.

"Now draw two disciples from No. 1 to compete!" the elder steward looked at the crowd.

"I'm number one!" Lv Tian quickly saw his number. He couldn't help scanning his eyes out.

"I'm also number one!" just at this time, a young man with a square face raised the jade sign in his hand.

The upright young man's face was full of dignified color. He looked at LV Tian as if he was slightly afraid.

"Hey, hey! Fang Zhenyuan, are you still fighting?" Lv Tian looked at the young man and pulled a sarcastic arc from the corner of his mouth.

"Fight! Why not? Although I am not your opponent, I will never be afraid of war!" Fang Zhenyuan came to the center of the battle platform in one step.

He practices the formula of a hundred battles, experiences a hundred battles and makes continuous progress in a hundred battles! Surrender without war will lose his confidence and ruin his efforts.

"In that case, I'll help you!" Lv Tian came to the opposite side of Fang Zhenyuan and sneered, "I'll let you do it first! Otherwise you may not have a chance in a while!"

"A hundred battles!"

Fang Zhenyuan shouted loudly and waved a halberd in his hand. Suddenly, the world changed color and the sun and moon disappeared.

They immediately felt that they were in a tragic battlefield. Countless powerful soldiers were fighting. Countless flesh and blood flew and their heads rolled in disorder. The scene was very frightening.

"Small skills! Break it!" Lv Tian entered the battle and lost his arrogance and arrogance.

He split a palm wind with his bare hands. Suddenly, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

An ancient mountain was suppressed from the void, and the void around it was rumbled.

"Oh! The perfect integration of wind and mountain, this person has fully understood the law of wind and the law of the earth, and has perfectly integrated them. If this is his own understanding, this person's understanding is absolutely against the sky!" Zhao Yuande looked at the battle in the field and whispered to Li Jingyang nearby.

"No! This is the famous magic power of LV Taishang. It is also one of the strongest magic powers of Xuanji sect, Zhenyue. However, LV Taishang made some changes and integrated the way of wind into it." Li Jingyang explained.

"Even if this guy didn't understand it himself, it's very terrible. He's called one of the strongest geniuses! Brother Zhao, you should be careful." Ning Xin on the side also showed dignity on her face.

After she lost to Zhao Yuande last time, she went back to zongmen to practice hard and shut down. When she thought she was strong enough to challenge Zhao Yuande, she was defeated by LV Tian.

At that time, the other party was actually fighting this move!

"This man is just a move under my hand!" Zhao Yuande said faintly, but the two people around him were stunned.

"Well... Brother Zhao, don't be careless!" Li Jingyang was stunned for a long time and reminded him.

"Good! Good! Brother Zhao, I'm waiting for you to beat him!" Fan Ying's eyes are bright.

"Click!"

When the magic power Zhenyue was pressed down, the virtual shadow of the battlefield suddenly collapsed. Fang Zhenyuan flew backward with a dull hum, and almost fell directly under the stage.

"Ah!" he got up, his pale face slightly disappointed.

"Lv Tiansheng!" the elder steward announced immediately.

LV Tian turned triumphantly and looked at Zhao Yuande. There was a provocative meaning in his eyes.

Zhao Yuande didn't care about each other at all. He just joked with Li Jingyang.

Seeing this scene, LV Tian's complacency disappeared, but the gloomy color on his face became thicker and thicker.

"Draw the two of number two on the stage!" the old man in charge looked at the remaining eight people.

"I!" Ning Xin was a little nervous when she heard this, and jumped onto the stage.

"And me!" a voice that sounded very calm and quiet came into everyone's ears.

"Duanmu Feiyun! It seems that younger martial sister Ning is going to lose this time!" Li Jingyang couldn't help but look worried when he saw the quiet looking woman on the stage.

"That's good! Younger martial sister Ning can't defeat Zhenyue Bati. Even elder martial brother Li, you don't necessarily..." Zhao Yuande said here, not only can he feel a little talkative.

"It's all right! I know. I once competed with Duanmu Feiyun privately. I'm not her opponent at all! This woman is not much worse than LV Tian!" Li Jingyang waved his hand and showed a trace of loneliness on his face.

A man who claims to be the first outside door will lose if he is defeated in a row.

"Brother Li, don't be discouraged. The road of cultivation is long. No one dares to predict what will happen in the future. How many talents will fall in the long river of time? How many of the immortal emperors are the talents who showed their sharpness at the beginning!" Zhao Yuande's words were faint, but thought-provoking.

As the saying goes, those in power and those on the sidelines are clear. Li Jingyang, as Zhao Yuande said, suddenly opened up. The depression that had been lost to LV Tian and Duanmu Feiyun suddenly dissipated.

As they expected, Ning Xin tried her best to stand with the other party for dozens of breaths, and was finally hit by the other party.

Anyone can see that Duanmu Feiyun is merciful!

"Duanmu Feiyun wins! Next draw two people from No. 3." the steward announced.

"It's my turn!" Li Jingyang strode onto the stage with a strong sense of war.

"Elder martial brother Li, please give me more advice!" a beautiful and lovely woman came to the stage opposite.

"Be careful, younger martial sister Gong!" Li Jingyang arched his hand.

He was told by Zhao Yuande that at this time, his fighting spirit was high, and the battle between the two was imminent.

Obviously, both of them knew each other. The woman named Gong Xiaodie also knew that she was not Li Jingyang's opponent. After ten breaths, she directly admitted defeat.

"Li Jingyang wins! Two No. 4 come on!"

A thin young man, holding a long sword in his arms, slowly stepped onto the battle platform.

He just stood in the middle of the platform, and suddenly a palpitating sharpness and sharpness gave rise to fear in people's hearts.

"The sword demon Jiang Jian is really extraordinary. I don't have the courage to fight him just because of this momentum."

"Yes! Standing in front of him, I feel that I will be pierced by ten thousand swords at any time."

“……”

Countless people under the stage talked one after another. Looking at the thin and weak boy, they were both excited and afraid.

A veiled woman appeared opposite the thin boy. Her eyes flickered for a while, and finally she shook her head.

"I admit defeat!" the woman's helpless voice came.

"Jiang Jiansheng! Next is the last one!" the elder steward looked at Zhao Yuande and Sun Wen. This last battle was what he expected most.