Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 50 begins!On the holy day!
The figures of Shengtian and Shengdao slowly entered the eyes of everyone.

Shengdao was wearing solemn formal attire, while Shengtian behind him was wearing ordinary fine attire, but Shengtian looked at everyone with disdain.

Wen Peng's gaze also tightened.

Xuanzun eightfold.

This guy Shengtian has broken through again, it's terrifying!
In his twenties, he has already reached the eighth level of Xuan Zun, and I am afraid that no one in the entire Xuan Yu can do it.

Sheng Dao looked around and looked at the elders of the various sect masters in the auditorium, and smiled lightly: "Sorry everyone, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Now, the Inner Sect Grand Competition officially begins!"

"Tian'er, you also go down, together with fellow seniors."

Shengtian glanced away, looking at those people on the central square, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he also unfolded his body, jumped up and came among the crowd.

Unfortunately, it happened to fall by Wenpeng's side.

"Holy, Brother Shengtian!"

"Spirit Sword Sect No.1, so handsome!"

"Senior Brother Shengtian! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

Everyone around was excited.

Shengtian smiled speculatively, looked at Wenpeng, and said, "You are that trash Wenpeng?"

Wenpeng countered: "Then you are also some kind of garbage holy sky?"

Shengtian's face changed, not to mention in the Spirit Sword Sect, even in the Sheng family, there are not many people who dare to insult him like this.

His face changed, and then he laughed sinisterly, and said: "The strength is not very good, but the mouth is quite strong."

"However, your little maid is also very good at bedtime."

As he said that, Shengtian licked his lips in an extremely perverted manner, with a satisfied expression on his face, and there were so many sinking expressions in his eyes.

"you!"

"Boy, don't be angry, this guy didn't do anything to your little maid."

Wen Peng was taken aback by what Mo Tongtian said. "What's the meaning?"

Mo Tongtian laughed and said: "This kid is congenital with some kind of dysfunction, not even three centimeters, and the membrane of a woman can't reach it!"

Mo Tongtian's words fell into Wen Peng's ears, almost choking Wen Peng to death.

Think about it, the young master of the Spirit Sword Sect, the super genius of the Holy Family, that thing is less than one centimeter? !
I'm afraid that if you say this, it will make the whole Xuanyu laugh!
Wenpeng immediately sneered and said: "A person who is an inch tall has the nerve to talk about kung fu in bed?"

"Are you afraid you won't even be able to get into bed?"

"Hahahaha!"

Wen Peng's words were so loud that everyone around could hear them.

inch
Everyone stared at Wenpeng and Shengtian in astonishment for a while, their faces full of disbelief!

Feeling the strange gazes from everyone, Shengtian trembled in his heart!

Furious!
He is an inch, but his father told him since he was a child that this is normal and everyone is like this, so he didn't take it to heart.

But now it seems that this is obviously not the case!
"Wen Peng! If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will make your death even worse!"

Shengtian's eyes were gloomy, and there was a gloomy chill in his conversation.

"That's right! Who are you, making rumors about Senior Brother Shengtian?"

"Boy, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, you know?"

"Are you happy now?"

Wen Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "You still don't believe me? Brother Shengtian, let's make a bet."

"This inner sect competition, if you lose to me, show your stuff in front of everyone to see if it's an inch."

"If I lose to you, life and death are optional."

"Senior brother Shengtian, promise him! This guy wants to die, so let him be fulfilled!"

"Yes! There are so many people who want to be famous these days, what kind of onion is he?"

"Put your attention on Senior Brother Shengtian, I really don't know if you are stupid or not!"

Wen Peng teased: "How is it, Brother Shengtian? You see, everyone supports you."

There was a fire in Shengtian's chest, and he had been pushed to a place where everyone had to agree.

"Okay! Wen Peng! This is your courting death! No wonder others!"

"I will definitely let you feel what it means to truly live than die!"

Wen Peng said relaxedly: "The last one who said that seems to be a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, but now he is already a useless person."

"Then let's see."

Shengdao glanced at the central square, and said loudly, "Quiet! The first round of quota competition!"

Sheng Dao raised his right hand high, Xuanhuang's terrifying profound strength burst out from the center of the palm, and one after another flew away from Sheng Dao's hand like meteors, and came to the sky above the disciples.

"There are only four hundred of these light spots."

"Only by grabbing and holding the light ball for five seconds can you be eligible to participate in the next game."

Shengdao said loudly: "Start grabbing!"

The whole place boiled up!

3000 people grab [-] balls of light, this difficulty is not high.

Moreover, there are no rules except grabbing, that is to say, for a ball of light, you can fight!

After all, there are only four hundred light spheres.

The moment Shengdao's words fell, Shengtian beside Wenpeng shot instantly!

"Wen Peng, I want you to fail in this first round!"

All the surrounding disciples started to move, only Shengtian stared at Wenpeng, stepped forward suddenly, and clapped his palms in the air, layer upon layer of profound energy, and he grasped heavily with his five fingers, as if As terrifying as a ghost's claw, Xuanzun's strength is beyond doubt.

"die!"

A claw grabbed Wenpeng's neck, and the claws blew up in gusts, and Wenpeng's eyes sank. If he didn't do it well, he might have broken his neck directly.

The Holy Family's martial art is yin-killing claws, it is a seventh-rank martial art, there is a little yin energy bursting out during the profound strength, if the yin energy enters the body, I am afraid that some headaches, and Shengtian can control the yin energy freely, Apparently it has been cultivated to perfection!

In Shengtian's eyes, Wen Peng is still a worthless piece of trash!
No matter how fast you cultivate, if you can't beat others, then you are trash!
One move can kill you!
Facing Shengtian's attack, Wen Peng's heart sank slightly.

The strongest enemy Wenpeng faces is nothing more than a fourth-order low-grade mysterious beast, which is equivalent to the third-level human Xuanzun!

"come!"

The dragon elephant's profound strength moved in his hand.

A series of blue veins protruded from Wenpeng's arm, and then there were pieces of dark golden dragon scales wrapped around it. When the arm was moved, the scales shone brightly, giving a sense of strength.

Avoid the edge?That's not Wen Peng's character.

Just pass it, just go, just go to death!
The moment the claws and fists came into contact.

Straight strands of profound energy squeezed, twisted, and exploded, and the strong wind blew wildly. Those inner disciples with low strength were even more unstable when they were blown by this strong wind!
boom!
Wen Peng's figure flew upside down immediately, turning into a cannonball, hitting dozens of inner disciples in a row, before he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Rubbish."

Shengtian glanced at Wenpeng with disdain, jumped up, and held a ball of light in his hand.

Killing Wen Peng with one move, this is his confidence!

"I'm so fucking tough!"

Wen Peng got up from the ground, grinning and shaking his hands non-stop.

Don't look at how powerful it is, but in fact he didn't suffer much injuries.

He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, and his figure also rushed into the air, holding a ball of light in his hand.

Shengtian saw Wenpeng, his eyes were ferocious: "Not dead?"

(End of this chapter)