Cultivation In Troubled Times

The red clad disciple of the Flying Dragon Pavilion had already taken off his magic weapon and fell to the ground. A wisp of blood was flowing down between his fingers. It was obvious that the tiger's mouth had been cracked. His face was pale, and he looked both frightened and unbelievable.

At this time, the light of the broken magic mirror under the Xianzhen giant mirror was shining, and a layer of light and shadow quickly swept by. Even the four sects sitting on one side didn't miss it.

"The identity has been confirmed..." Zhenhui said to yaohuan.

"The first small field, the day dark Zong wins..." shake Huan son stood up, let both sides two people retreat, and said: "next, for the second field, the day dark Zong still has the priority! Take a break

Seeing Xiang Kun's return, he grinned wildly at him, gave a thumbs up, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, my good nephew

On the stage of the host, the goddess of fragrance and the goddess of Zhenhui are talking by voice.

"I didn't expect that the real face of master Zhan was... So rude..." Saint Zhenhui frowned slightly. "He... Why didn't he dare to see people with his true face because of his cultivation strength?"

Just now, the magic mirror was swept by intentionally or unintentionally, and everyone who participated in the contest was scanned. Under the ancient utensils, the true and the false can not be avoided.

"It's a common thing that our generation of friars don't show their true faces..." by breaking the magic mirror, the lady of fragrance naturally saw Wang Feng's original face. At this time, she saw the saint Zhenhui talking about it, and then she said: "maybe, the master of exhibition was ashamed of his ordinary face, and then she turned into another... Good-looking face..."

"What is a common face? In my opinion, it's ugly and shameless! " The wingspan saint was close to the second daughter, and she had already heard their voice. Then she angrily said, "it's really from the heart! No wonder he is bold and ruthless

Wang Feng didn't know that the three saints were secretly commenting on him. He took advantage of the rest time to discuss with the public who should be sent to the next match.

Xiao Hu volunteered, saying that the second scene should be played by him and that he must make contributions.

After thinking about it, he frowned wildly and said, "brother tiger, it's not that big brother looks down on you. The second scene is the key. Because as long as we win this game, our priority will not be lost, and the competition of the first big game will still take the initiative... Therefore, we must be careful to ensure that we win every game... "

Wang Feng said, "that's it. Brother Xiaohu, take it easy. You'll have a chance to play. In the second scene, let's let Xiaoshi fight! "

Xiao Hu was quite helpless to see Wang Feng and wild saying so. But he was forthright and straightforward. After a second thought, he didn't take it seriously, so he agreed.

Chen Xiaoshi was one step ahead of Xiang Kun in his promotion to the divine realm. In the killing of blood sea, Chen Xiaoshi was blessed with a heartless skill handed down by Hong Erqin. In a short period of time, his accomplishments or strength have improved by leaps and bounds.

Among Wang Feng's six disciples, Chen Xiaoshi ranks first in cultivation, even though he is Xiang Kun.

Tan and rustic, just like Chen Xiaoshi, a rural farmer, when he heard that Wang Feng had given himself the responsibility of the second scene, he felt grateful. He left his seat and knelt down, kowtowed to Wang Feng and said, "master, don't worry, I will live up to my mission!" The voice is loud, but it comes from the heart.

This scene, falling in the eyes of the public, listening in the ears, immediately let them all understand that the next scene is the young man who kneels and kowtows.

The wingspan virgin said with a curl of her lips: "as it is, if you have a teacher, you have a disciple! Master looks ugly, apprentice is also a bumpkin... "Zhenhui saint and fragrance Saint smell speech, can't help but look at her, then ignore her.

"Second contest, start!" Huang Huan Sheng Zi stood up and looked around, "now, please come on the stage!"

Chen Xiaoshi stepped on the stage slowly, looking calm. Only the shining light in his eyes showed his determination and self-confidence. When he came to the field, Chen Xiaoshi stopped.

He said that the celestial sphere came in a flash, and then slowly revolved around him, while the broken magic mirror on his head also radiated a layer of light and shadow again, brushing his body.

"Well? This... Is strange... "He called back the celestial sphere, looked at the light in the sphere, frowned and thought," it's far beyond the primary level of the divine realm, it's near the intermediate level of the divine realm, this... How can we conclude... "

The three saints stretched their necks and looked closer. They saw that the light in the sphere was silver and gold. If the light is golden, it is the realm of God. But this kind of gold is not pure, after all, it is also mixed with silver, so it is difficult to determine its real level or realm.

"Divine realm intermediate!" Wingspan Saint suddenly a loud announcement, let the side of the three people a surprise. Before the three men came back to their senses, they suddenly felt a strong wind coming. Among them, the killing was fierce and fierce. There was a great potential for the gods to block the gods and the Buddhas to block the Buddhas.

With the sound of "ouch" from Huang Huan's son, the two saints of Zhenhui and Xiangxiang on the other side of the room are also shining. They leave the podium, leaving only one remnant of each of them.

"Pa" of a crisp ring, followed by a scream came, wingspan saint to hand cover face, green yarn on a pair of wonderful eyes, full of shock, fear and disbelief. Although his face has the magic weapon of green gauze to resist, one side of his cheek still has a burning pain.

A rough and horizontal figure, just like a mountain, stood on the stage, motionless, all over the body, a mighty domineering, overflowing, rolling around.

The sound of "choking" was sweet and loud, and a cold blade nearly Zhang long was on the jade neck of the stunned wingspan saint. The cold and biting murderous air almost made her whole blood coagulate.

It's the wildness of the people who come here. Seeing that the wingspan saint has been provoking again and again, how can we bear it? Long before Wang Feng stopped him, he flashed out and gave the wingspan Saint a loud slap;

Then he stood on the stage and stood on the jade neck of the wingspan saint. With endless murderous spirit, he stares at the wingspan Saint wildly and coldly, with a pair of magic eyes as straight as the soul, which has made the wingspan Saint heartbroken.

At this time, as long as the wild wrist area, is the wingspan saint's head landing time!

The three onlookers were still in shock and did not know how to speak; Gangzhan City, Yuhu castle and other people have nothing to do with themselves. They are silent and look on coldly; The numerous friars outside the court were blocked by the fixed empty mask, and they also had empty expression, which made it difficult to put into practice;

Only Fei Long Ge Ge Ge doctrine angrily cried out: "bold! How dare you be rude to the saint? Put down the blade quickly, and then let the holy girl dispose of it... "

The speech sound is not over, in front of a flower, a palm of palm like a PU fan appears in the sky, then mercilessly fan over!

"Pa" a crisp ring, Feilong pavilion main stuffy hum a, body inverted out, heavily hit the ground. The disciples were so surprised that they quickly lifted him up. The Flying Dragon Pavilion master's mouth is full of blood, and several broken teeth have been spat out with blood. When he wanted to swear, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and one chin bone had been broken! Where else can you say something?

The disciples of Feilong Pavilion were very angry. When they were about to do something, a green light burst out of the air. Then there was a roar of beasts. A huge green light burning strange eye appeared on the top of the disciples of Feilong Pavilion. Among them, the green light is as thick as water, flowing indefinitely.

"Boom..." it's like a mountain. The green light reaches the body. All the disciples of Feilong pavilion are out of their wits. They feel that the strength of the whole body has been poured out irresistibly. It seems that the layer of green light on the body has been drawn out, and the spirits in their respective spirit sea are also in a rush to break their brains!

The sound of "plop, plop, plop" was loud. All the disciples of Feilong Pavilion, including the leader of the pavilion, were under the tremendous pressure of the demon's pupil. Their knees softened and they could not help kneeling down, shaking all over.

It was Wang Feng who slapped the Feilong Pavilion leader angrily. Using the law of space, a hand shadow enters the dimensional space, and then suddenly appears in front of the Feilong Pavilion leader. In a hurry, if he is caught unprepared, how can the Feilong Pavilion leader evade? The chin was smashed by a slap.

Today's Wang Feng, with great progress in cultivation, can not only send out the invisible dimensional blade, but also have a deeper understanding or mastery of the laws of space. His power is extraordinary and amazing;

As for wildness, although the realm of wildness is similar to that of the wingspan saint, which is far more than that of the ancient times, but the real strength, or combat effectiveness and combat experience, can not be compared between the two, which is no different. Therefore, it is reasonable for the wingspan saint to be restrained by one move.

"Master Zhan... Has something to say... Has something to say..." the son of Huang Huan wakes up and says to Wang Feng, who is sitting there with a gloomy face.