I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 567
As soon as this remark came out, there was silence all around.

Immediately erupted like a boiling water.

The tens of thousands of monks present cheered heartily.

They don't care whether it's evil heretics or some kind of righteous high-level cultivator, they just feel that the reversal of the drama makes people excited, and they are more inclined to have a few scenes between the tyrannical dragon and the local snake to settle down.

Even though they are local monks, they don't have so many scruples.

Whoever wins in the end has something to brag about.

All in all, this trip to the East China Sea is worthwhile.

The 24 Xuanjing Wings above and Yuanying Zhenjun standing opposite to the long corridor have different expressions.

Some of them came with one Nascent Soul True Monarch, while others had at most two.

After all, you can't drag all the pillars of your family back to participate in the conference. There is no such reason. At most, you can send representatives with excellent disciples.

If it is said that the one with the most combat power must be the Flood Dragon Clan of the East China Sea. This is held on their site. The Nascent Soul True Monarch in the Xuanjing room above couldn't help frowning in surprise, and angrily said: "Arrogance!"

"Could it be that you think that the cultivation base of the late Yuanying can challenge the entire Xingluo?"

The True Monarch of the Qi League said in a low voice: "It only takes three or two of the same level to make him come and go, even without the need for the same level. If there is one fellow who is in charge, and there are several True Monarchs who make a move, he will not be able to beat him. Parry ability."

"Hey, what are we worrying about? If someone from the same family is wronged, of course we have to take advantage of it to gain prestige, can't we swallow it?" Yuanying Zhenjun of Yuandao League leaned against the railing of Xuanjing corridor with his sleeves in his hands.

The old Yuanying of Danmeng rolled his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Fellow Daoist Jinao, we have no grievances or enmities with others and we have no interest in taking action. Don't fellow Daoists either? I heard that Pengyuan is next door to you. Fellow Daoist, are you so relieved of this dragon crossing the river?"

Jin Ao Zhenjun's complexion was not good, and he snorted coldly: "Old man He, go up to the challenge if you have the ability, what do you provoke me to do, I have a three-acre land that is enough to run the business, I have a big appetite, I am afraid I will eat myself to death."

"Hahaha." The old man He didn't feel that he was stabbed, but he just laughed. Anyway, their alchemy is not afraid. What they should be afraid of is the neighbors around, such as Jinao Zhenjun and the six regions of the East China Sea not far from the Ghost Sea.

However, the Jiaolong tribe is very powerful, and there is an old ancestor who retreated to lead the formation, so they have nothing to fear.

Even if Taiyizong snatched food, it would be impossible to grab him. If there are fewer interests, there will be fewer opportunities to use violence.

Now that the Taiyi Sect is at its peak, and there are also great monks from the late Nascent Soul stage making moves, they, who are in the early and mid-stage Nascent Soul, must let the three points go, even if they want to do it, they have to see how the form is.

There are risks in hunting dragons across the river, but there is no risk in beating a dog in the water.

"..."

"What a lunatic!"

Jinpeng Zhenjun was furious.

As soon as he came, he threatened to challenge his comrades, but he didn't take him seriously at all.Such contempt made his anger soar, and he felt that Taiyizong didn't know what to do and insisted on taking that far away.

Fang Tianji twirled fiercely in his hand, and said sharply: "Why do you need all your comrades to fight, you can win me, and I, Tianpengzong, don't care about Taiyizong's choice, I'm afraid that in this arena, the sword has no eyes, and it will hurt you."

After getting off the ring, Zhenjun Taiyi was afraid that Tu Shanjun would be impulsive, so he sacrificed his soul banner to kill Jinpeng Zhenjun, and hurriedly sent a voice transmission: "Junior brother, don't hurt people's lives, this matter will be reversed, we are planning for the eternal."

Tu Shanjun gave Zhenjun Taiyi a helpless look, why everyone thought that he was irritable and irritable, and would kill people and refine their souls if they disagreed with each other.Kill when it's time to kill, and don't kill someone who shouldn't kill. It's no good to offend people, and he knows how to measure it.

Perhaps it was Taiyi Zhenjun who was so impressed by cutting the weeds and roots that he misunderstood him.

"Then come on!" Tu Shanjun pulled up the soul banner, the banner was wrapped with evil spirits and turned into a hammer, and the strong wind had already bullied him to the front of Jinpeng Zhenjun, and smashed it down.

Jinpeng Zhenjun was amazed, the monster was so fast and frighteningly fast, holding the painted halberd horizontally, he could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing in his ears, and the spirit treasure weapon trembled, even he and he both felt it Can't hold tight anymore.

Ever since he was not afraid of the soul flag of the deity being damaged in the collision, Tu Shanjun has picked up the skills of the past again.Fighting at the same level, the difference between the two sides is not too big, except for the magical powers and true intentions, there is also a difference in physical martial arts.

Of course, some people are the seeds of cultivation, and they have supernatural powers at their fingertips, but in the arena, the limited venue means that many long-winded supernatural powers and magic skills do not have time to fully display them.

The blessing of sincerity may be able to resist one or two, but it can only guarantee that you will not fall behind.

Later, Mr. Tu Shan actually wanted to understand that martial art is not just the martial arts of ordinary warriors.

It’s just that everyone is used to the confrontation of spells and the collision of legal domains, and they cherish their lives so much that they run away if something goes wrong, and because they don’t like this kind of vulgar fighting method, so most monks’ martial arts are mediocre. One is enough.

With the ability to fly with a sword and possess supernatural powers, who would study these things.

This shows the disadvantages.

Jinpeng Zhenjun wanted to twist the formula, but the 'weeping stick' had already reached his eyes, so he had to disperse the spell. No matter how difficult it was to maintain the painting halberd in his hand, it split into a fine feather-like sword rain to protect his side.

"It's bitter!" Jinpeng Zhenjun only felt that he could not use his strength, just like when he was fighting with Taiyi Zhenjun, no matter what magical power Taiyi used, he was smashed by him with a halberd. At that time, he felt happy, but now he only feels tortured. .

Especially this person, he is good at fighting, but he is more powerful than his divine bell when he is coerced by his true intentions. The phantom of the golden roc behind him gradually becomes darker, as if even his energy and spirit are sluggish.

……

The battle of the great monks in the later period was dazzling, the clouds and mist fluttered into the sky, and the two sides faced each other in waves. speech.

Those with low cultivation bases can't see clearly what happened, they just feel shocked.

And those Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the Profound Crystal Corridor above looked at each other in blank dismay.

"To lose?"

True Monarch Yuanying of Qimeng groaned while his eyes flickered: "That soul banner is not like an ordinary spiritual treasure, at least it must be a top-grade one. The breath protects that person, and Daoist Jinpeng's moving god bell can't be shaken at all. And after all, it is the place of the ring, and the venue is too small to display its full strength."

"I'm afraid it's not easy for monks of the same level to break through the protective energy."

"Duan is so powerful?"

"If you fight with a straight posture, use your magical powers and true intentions, or use your spirit treasure to raise your domain, Fellow Daoist Jin Peng will not show fatigue so early, and you may win the battle, but in the arena ah."

"..."

Many colleagues in the seat were still talking, but they saw the black-robed monk holding the soul banner sweeping Zhenjun Jinpeng off the ring.Standing on the stage, Tu Shanjun cupped his hands slightly and said, "Accept."

Zhenjun Jinpeng's complexion alternated between blue and white, and he returned the gift in a very grand style. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! There are talented people from all over the country. I lost. Tianpengzong will not care about Taiyizong's choice anymore."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and returned to the Xuanjing corridor above.

"Win! Master uncle won!" Qian Fei shouted loudly.

True Monarch Taiyi who had taken the elixir also had a smile on his face. Tu Shanjun still had a sense of propriety. If they want to gain a foothold in Xingluo, they must not make themselves public enemies.

Yuan Gun Xiu Yuanying from the Beast Gate opened his mouth wide and looked at the high-spirited black-robed Taoist in the arena, and couldn't help saying: "No wonder Taiyi Sect is so confident, so there are such strong people."

Zhenjun Jinpeng, who was defeated and went back, slapped the table fiercely, took up the spirit tea and drank it: "It's the fault that Kunyun didn't dare to be the one. It was agreed to let Taiyizong move away, and he insisted on sending a monk of the same realm to fight. , Let others win the second game, how will you do it in the future?"

"Now the third game is also lost."

"Brother calm down, why not let them stay in Pengyuan, just like Zhenjun Jinao." Zhenjun Jinyu hurriedly persuaded: "When the ruins are opened in the future, at most one or two percent of the profit will be given to them."

"We didn't take down the Youhun Sea, nor did the Kunyun Sect. It's no different from before."

"Kun Yunzong misunderstood me. Could it be that we wait for someone else to open the ruins, practice my supernatural powers, and break his family's spells, so that we will not act like we are now?" The angry Jinpeng Zhenjun snorted coldly, Realizing the slip of the tongue, he hurriedly drew out the formula to see if there were any mistakes or omissions in the isolation formation.

Jinyu Zhenjun felt a little regretful, let them choose another place if they didn't get along that day, it's only about 50 miles away, and it doesn't matter if it's farther away, now that the Taiyi sect has been finalized, it's time to discuss it.

Tianpengzong was angry here, and Kunyunzong was not happy there.

Zhenjun, the head of the Kunyun Sect, pondered and said: "It's bad, things are not easy to handle now. I thought Tianshui could win, but I didn't expect that person to have a solid background. Instead, he lost a chance. Now we have to let the rest of us win." A few shots."

……

Tu Shanjun was thinking about how much mana he could still use. It wasn't that he was inflated because of his growing strength. He was so arrogant that he wanted to challenge so many multi-infant monks, but that he couldn't handle the wheel battle.

Fighting round after round, even if he uses few spells and supernatural powers, he consumes a lot of mana. When the time comes, he will be exhausted and unable to fight, but will be seen to be following him, so he plans to cut the mess quickly and try to fight in vain Ding Ding.

No matter what, he couldn't continue the wheel-to-wheel battle. He had to force them to make this battle justifiable.

Even if he fights with a group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs and loses and walks off the ring, it is better than being seen through.

Anyway, their strength is here, and they will recognize Taiyizong.

"Comrades, if you have ideas, let's go together. I don't have so much time to waste here." Tu Shanjun put the soul banner in the center of the ring, and calmly looked at the many Nascent Soul Daoists on the Promenade of Xuanjing .

If there is another person who wants to step on him to make a name for the purpose of fighting with wheels, and let him show his feet, then don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless.

　Two more, one o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)