Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 163 You go to this battle, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose!
No one knew what the drunk Taoist was thinking, maybe he had other plans, or maybe it was just a matter of fate, for such a lazy and casual person, it really couldn't be speculated with common sense.

The person was chosen by them in Shushan, and it has nothing to do with them anyway. After everyone sighed, they had to give up and put their minds on the third game of gambling.

At this time, there are still five places on the Dragon Pattern Gold List. After Wu Zhang is removed, there are only four disciples who can choose from the Xunxian disciples, but they can no longer sit on the sidelines.

"After watching for so long, it's time for my disciples to come out and show their faces. The third round of the Haomiao Xianmen is over!" Jingyue smiled, and his voice was gentle and mellow, but there was no doubt about it.

Everyone heard the words without any objection, Bibo Island is the territory of the vast fairy sect, and Immortal Jingyue is one of the principals of the Immortal Ascension Conference, both public and private, all the real people here should give her this face.

In the distance, those dragon and tiger monks and Huading monks have no objection. The number of disciples on the list has nothing to do with them. As long as there is excitement to watch, it is the same for anyone.

Lu Xiangsheng nodded, glanced at Yu Jingchen behind her, and said with a wry smile: "Junior Sister Jingyue, are you going to let Jingchen take part in the third match? There is no match for the accompanying disciples of real people here."

"Jingchen is a monk in the middle stage of dragon and tiger, so it would be unfair to let her play, and I wouldn't be like that." Master Jingyue shook his head and said flatly.

Yu Jingchen smiled modestly, and nodded gently behind her, expressing that she would not fight on stage.

"So, you have another candidate?" Feng Xu looked at Master Jingyue and thoughtfully.

"Well, I recently accepted a new disciple in Shuiyun Peak. He has good aptitude, and now he has the cultivation base of the early stage of cauldron transformation. He happened to come with me. It's just that he doesn't like excitement, so I didn't let him go to the hall."

"Now is a good time to take advantage of the opportunity of fighting, and let him come to the stage to compete with the leaders of various sects, so as to gain some experience in fighting skills and know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

As soon as the words fell, Master Jingyue waved his hand and released a stream of water-colored mysterious light, which fell on the fighting platform in the center of the hall.

The water vapor was dense and circulating, and through the water-colored light curtain, everyone could vaguely see a handsome figure standing at the other end of the water curtain's mysterious light.

"crash"

The water light rippled, setting off ripples, and a young monk in a water-blue Taoist robe with cloud patterns on his sleeves stepped out.

This son, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, is as cold as ice. As soon as Fang appeared, he looked around the hall extremely calmly. When he saw the smiling figure on the first seat on the right, his pupils shrank immediately, but he swept it away in an instant, with no trace on his face. No color.

Turning his head to see the figure of Master Jingyue, the young monk showed respect and bowed to salute: "Disciple Shen Tuchen, I have met Master."

Slightly lowering his head, Master Jingyue faced all the masters, and said with a smile: "This is my ineffective disciple, who is already standing on the stage of fighting skills. I don't know which disciple of the master's sect is willing to come up to the stage to teach you a lesson or two."

Hearing this, Shen Tuchen also probably understood why Master Jingyue summoned him. She never thought that she would avoid and hide like this, and finally appeared in the hall to meet Duanchou.

Shen Tuchen felt bitter in his heart, but his face was indifferent, he stood quietly, waiting for his opponent to take the stage.

When he learned that Duanchou had reached the true state of returning to the source, Shen Tuchen's first reaction was the rumor, and he refused to believe it. However, within two days, he got the confirmation from Master Jingyue. He doesn't believe it.

I thought that after I was promoted to Huading, I would soon be able to avenge my master at the Immortal Ascension Conference, but I didn't expect that the other party was a real person of Guiyuan Realm, who was at the same level as his master Shuijing real person. Compared with the two, The gap is like a moat.

In desperation, Shen Tuchen had no choice but to put down his revenge temporarily. In order not to meet Duanchou, he didn't even come to the main hall, but he didn't expect that something happened in the end, and he had to be summoned by Master Jingyue. Come.

"If I remember correctly, Shuiyun Peak does not accept male disciples, except this one?" Duanchou glanced at Shen Tuchen unexpectedly, pointing out something.

"Shen Tuchen was brought back to the sect by Jingchen, and I have a predestined relationship with him. It is not impossible to make an exception for him."

Master Jingyue said calmly that she didn't know that Shen Tuchen was from the Liuyun Sect, let alone that he had a grudge with Duanchou.

Nodding slightly, Duanchou took a sip of Yuqiongjiu indifferently, and no longer paid attention to this matter. He was just a monk who turned into a cauldron. He could use one move at the beginning, but he can still do it now. He really didn't take it to heart.

This scene fell in Shen Tuchen's eyes, but he felt extremely humiliated. Although his heart was full of anger and murderous intent, his face became more and more calm. Resentment makes people feel cold.

"There are not many opportunities to experience the vast fairy gate. This time, Zixiao will watch the wishing battle." Yuqing said flatly.

"If it's someone else, I definitely don't want it. If I can't say it, I will fight. However, since you are the one who speaks, you have to give face anyway, so I will be generous once and give it to you. I hope it won't be too ugly to lose." Daoxuan said softly laughed.

Yuqing ignored Daoxuan, and after getting the approval of the real people present, he said coldly: "Xu Jun, you go to this battle, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, you must fight with all your strength!"

After the words fell, a purple-clothed cultivator stepped out behind Yuqing, his eyes were like stars, his face was stern, his whole body shone with electric light, and he carried a purple-gold long sword on his back.

With every step, there is a purple edge, as if standing in the hearts of everyone, those with low cultivation bases are pale, and feel that their efforts will be shaken out.

Stepping on the steps of flames, climbing up the steps, there is an invisible sharp edge that evolves into the avenue, permeating his whole body for several feet, the terrifying thunder power makes many people turn pale with horror.

This is the way of swords belonging to thunder, the thunder is the head of the heavens, rewarding and punishing good and evil, the sword is a world-class sharp weapon, and cuts right and wrong.

At this moment, on Xu Jun's body, the power of heaven has already begun to appear. He climbed up the steps, his body was full of lightning, he retreated from the flames, and stepped onto the fighting platform.

Wherever he is, it's like a land of thunder in the sky, a land of thunder pools, and many monks who watched the battle underneath were shocked, and even the monks Longhu were dignified, showing fear. , the more ruthless.

However, apart from being shocked and appalled, the monks watching the battle below became more and more excited and anticipating, and their enthusiasm rose.

Finally, when the disciples of the two immortal sects faced each other, the two on the stage were in the early stage of cauldron transformation. At this time, they could represent their own sect to fight on stage, and their strength was beyond doubt.

On the stage, Shen Tuchen was always indifferent. In a quiet position, his eyes were like snow, falling on Xu Jun, as if staring directly at a dead object, without the slightest ripple, his whole body of ice and frost almost melted into his bones, as remote as dust.

(End of this chapter)