I am the main soul in the soul banner

Time passed by minute by minute.

venue,

Huge cheers.

"Tai Yizong."

"Tai Yizong!"

Tu Shanjun sat cross-legged in front of the soul banner, waiting quietly.

True Monarch Taiyi seized the time to swallow the elixir to restore mana, and even swallowed a lot of higher-level Yinhun elixir, quickly making up for the lost mana.

He was also afraid of being seen through his heels, especially the heels of Zun Hun Banner.

Once people know that Tu Shanjun is a weapon spirit with such a high spiritual intelligence and can improve his cultivation, even the Venerable Huashen will be tempted.

With his current strength, he can't keep the baby.

As someone who has died once, he certainly knows what it means not to be able to keep the baby.He must still die, and then the Yin God will enter the Soul Banner, how will he restore the sect and pass on the inheritance.

Therefore, he did not object to Tu Shanjun's challenge, but felt that he could not kill people as a last resort.

These are the cornerstones of the sect, one death means enmity, if many die and the Venerable takes action, they will also end badly.

The old man He of Danmeng squinted his eyes and twirled his beard.

The Jurchen Lord of the Hehuan Sect looked at Mr. Tu Shan up and down, pursed his lips, and murmured: "What a proud person, I never thought that such a person would not lose his Yuanyang, if he can enter a few departments of my sect..."

"Zhenjun Yincha thinks too much, how can that face that looks like a stranger should be your servant."

"You don't understand, the more people hold it like this, the more they will indulge once they sink."

"..."

Zhenjun Yuanying of Yushoumen looked at the cultivator of Guxianlou: "Are you interested in making a move?"

"Hey, there is always some human relationship, so let's take a look." After shrugging, he walked down,

At this time, the Jurchen Lord of the Hehuan Sect also left.

A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Danmeng Alliance nodded for some reason, and went on likewise: "Don't worry, Patriarch, I know I'm weak, but it's rare to fight Dazhenjun, I want to try."

Kung fu in a short while.

The seven Nascent Soul True Monarchs have already stepped onto the ring.

The Jiaolong tribe took the lead, and it was also a late Nascent Soul who made the move.

The Jurchen Lord of the Hehuan Sect is also at the late Yuanying stage, while that of the Danmeng is at the early stage.

Gu Xianlou is in the middle stage of Yuanying, and Zhenjun Yuanying of Yushoumen is also in the middle stage, but he has a strange beast of the same level, which is a three-foot-long pangolin, which should not be underestimated.

Yuan Dao League sent a Nascent Soul Early Stage.

As for the sects at the bottom, most of them only have one or two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, and their cultivation base is not high. The few Nascent Soul factions at the bottom even sent the Jindan peak monks to be in charge. Of course, they dare not make a move.

The Nascent Soul in the early stage is not easy to fight. Don't they think they have a long life?
The Taiyi sect was established, and it was not easy to offend, so they simply abstained.

……

Some played due to human relations, some were interested in Tu Shanjun, and some wanted to get some advice.

Ao Zhan of the Flood Dragon Clan simply didn't want to see Taiyi Sect grow stronger. He only told Taiyi Zhenjun a few days ago that they were living in a crack, and today he was challenged to slap him in the face. If you don't like it, you also don't like Zhenjun Taiyi.

"Please." Tu Shanjun stood up and cupped his hands.

"The True Monarch Yincha of the Hehuan Sect has long admired his name as a fellow Taoist."

Zhenjun Yincha smiled and cupped his hands, the clothes on his body could barely cover the key parts, the rest of the gauze clothes danced lightly, and the frowns and smiles attracted the monks to be dumbfounded, drooling, and their eyes were full of lust.

"What a system!"

Those old monks with strong concentration hurriedly woke up their disciples, each of them showed their ugliness, which was really embarrassing, and made them feel ashamed.

"Senior, please."

"Senior, please advise."

"I don't intend to be an enemy of my fellow daoists. I just want to see the gap between myself and Dazhenjun." Nascent Soul Zhenjun of Yushoumen clasped his hands and said.

When it was the turn of Flood Dragon Clan Master Ao Zhan, he snorted coldly and said: "Old man alone is enough, what trouble do you guys come up to cause trouble, no matter, since it is requested by a fellow Taoist, this old man should bear the name of bullying the few."

Tu Shanjun took off his hair crown and made a seal with both hands: "Ghost King."

"Here we come." Zhenjun Jin Ao quickly sat up straight and stretched his neck to look towards the ring.

"What's coming?"

The True Monarch of the Flood Dragon Clan said: "It's useless to take off the hair crown and admit defeat now."

"Rebirth!"

At the same time as the supernatural powers came out, Tu Shanjun's body soared to six feet.

The originally fair and handsome face suddenly turned into a blue face, with fangs growing wildly in the mouth, and the two horns on the top of the head grew three feet, and the purple and black lines of seal carving gathered between Tu Shanjun's eyebrows.

A pair of scarlet eyes mixed with pale.

His eyes moved.

It was as if he was being watched by a demon.

"magic……"

boom.

A 'weeping stick' struck.

Two sounds turned into one sound.

The two Nascent Souls of Yuandaomeng and Danmeng were knocked out of the arena in an instant. They just vaguely saw the afterimage of Tu Shanjun's attack, but when they came back to their senses, they were already carried away by the soul banner that turned into a hammer.

"Roar!" The pangolin figure gathered into a ball and appeared in front of Tu Shanjun. The mace in his hand quickly turned into a large shield, forcibly resisting the attack of the alien beast in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Shake it.

The great shield turned into a mace again.

After a face-to-face meeting, the pangolin roll flew out and hit Zhenjun Yuanying of the Yushoumen Gate.Like a bowling ball, one person and one beast were swept off the ring in a ball.

Tu Shanjun's aura is still soaring, and it seems that he is only half breath away from the peak, but with the blessing of millions of Yin gods, plus the three Nascent Souls in the streamer, and hundreds of Jindan Yin gods, he still has an invincible power. combat power.

The soul banner in the hand is only short of the completion of the Yin God, and it can be called the best spiritual treasure.

After a face-to-face meeting, the four Nascent Souls were swept away.

The monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in the ancient fairy building took a breath of cold air, his back teeth were aching, he looked at Tu Shanjun who had rushed over, turned around and jumped off the ring without the slightest hesitation.

It caused the Nascent Soul True Monarchs on the corridor above to boo.

Master Guxianlou sneered, and muttered: "Shhh, sir, I don't want to be beaten up, I don't want to be human, what kind of life will I do?" After muttering, he turned into a rainbow and returned to the corridor, and sat back in his seat calmly .

In the arena, everyone still has a sense of proportion, and it's not a life-and-death fight. Now that they know how powerful they are, how can they expose their trump cards, so hurry up and get down.

After all, he also played, and the favor was repaid.

Besides, even if they are in the early and middle stages, they are still the true emperors of the Nascent Soul, so why bother to find them.

When it comes to booing, he doesn't care.

Nascent Soul cultivator can laugh.

The tens of thousands of monks present would not do this at all.

No matter how many of them there are, they dare not be rude to Zhenjun Yuanying.Yuanying Zhenjun is also a human being, if he encounters a narrow-minded person and is hated by others, not only will he be unlucky, but the sect will also be implicated.

"It's a pity. It would be nice if they were of the same sect and arranged in advance. Use formations to trap him, and then cooperate well with each other, otherwise it will only add to the chaos."

"It makes sense."

"If you want me to say that this fellow Daoist Tu's secret technique is nothing more than ordinary, but relying on his cultivation base and martial arts, it's hard to win if he really leaves the ring."

"Forget it, it's a ring battle after all, let him win."

"Formation?"

Jin Ao Zhenjun has a strange expression on his face, when it comes to formations, you haven't seen his methods yet.

On that day, Tu Shanjun almost left him in the formation in the middle of Yuanying.

Want to use formations to deal with others?

In a blink of an eye, Tu Shanjun had already fought against Ao Zhan.

The flesh body of the Jiaolong tribe is indeed strong, and Ao Zhan's martial arts are also exceptionally superb. He forcibly blocked Tu Shanjun's hundred moves without losing, and on the contrary, he became more and more courageous as he fought.

It's a pity that his physical strength, which allows him to fight all kinds of battles without slackening, has a problem at this time.

"Could it be that you have indulged too much recently?"

With such doubts, Ao Zhan was blasted off the ring.For this reason, he also knew that Taiyi Sect's general trend was established and could not be stopped, so he simply put away his fighting spirit.

……

"Friend Daoist Tu, am I beautiful?"

For some reason, the figure of Zhenjun Yincha floated to the side of Tu Shanjun, who was nearly five meters tall, and a burst of hot air was blown in Tu Shanjun's ears, and his hands rested restlessly on his shoulders.

"nice."

"but……"

"But what?"

"However, my surname is Tu Shan, and my single name is Jun."

At the same time as the words fell, a fist the size of a sandbag landed on Zhenjun Yincha's face.

One punch down is a panda eye.

The nosebleeds from Zhenjun Yincha's nose came out from the beating.

"hiss!"

There were bursts of wailing from the Shangwan Yazuo outside the ring.

He scolded Mr. Tu Shan for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

With the folding emotion technique pressing his body, and the old ape in dark golden cassock sitting on the sea of ​​consciousness, Tu Shanjun's eyes are clear without any cloudiness.

He was even able to control Zhenjun Yincha's seductiveness in reverse with the Amorous Affection Technique, but he was not in the mood to do so, and Bangbang knocked Zhenjun Yincha off the ring with two punches again.

Tu Shanjun stood in the middle of the ring, accepting the cheers from Brother Xingluo.

Elder Su, another member of the Jiaolong clan who controlled the rhythm, looked at the two front rooms.

Kunyun and Tianpeng were not pretentious either, they cupped their hands in congratulations with a smile.

"Welcome Taiyizong to join Xingluohai, and welcome two fellow Taoists to become a part of Xingluohai. From now on..." Another long speech and congratulations to Taiyizong.

After Tu Shanjun left the ring.

Elder Su of the Jiaolong Clan continued: The first major event has been successfully completed, and then the second major event, the Hundred Years' Discussion, will be started, dividing the keys of the Yuanyang domain, and other resources... "

……

Tu Shanjun returned to the wing room, and was meeting the comrades who came over.

After dealing with those people, he leaned back on the seat next to him exhausted physically and mentally, and said jokingly: "Brother Sect Leader, you will not want me to take the key of the Yuanyang Domain, right?"

Zhenjun Taiyi shook his head and said: "Each family sends out ten disciples to participate in the big competition, and they are divided according to the rankings. At the same time, there are some disputed resource areas."

After finishing speaking, the eyes of Zhenjun Taiyi and Mr. Tu Shan fell on Qian Fei.

Qian Fei realized later, pointed to himself in surprise and said, "Me?"

"No, no, I can't make it, Master, won't I embarrass our Taiyi sect by going up?"

"Just go up and play, we don't blame you for good or bad."

Tu Shanjun groaned, waved his sleeve robe to let the devil roll out, looked left and right and said to Zhenjun Taiyi: "Senior brother, I let the devil fight, shouldn't it be considered a violation of the rules?"

"This……"

True Monarch Taiyi looked at the devil kneeling on the ground, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, causing Taiyi Zhenjun to turn around.

"Fellow!"