Evolution From the Willow Tree

The young man riding on the head of that black flood dragon was indescribably glorious and radiant. He was wearing a shabby robe, and the black spurge on his shoulder was still dripping blood.

Judging from the sound of the surging blood that has not yet subsided, this guy has only experienced a great battle!

"The Nine Peaks of the Xiantai Realm."

Liu Ziyu saw the cultivation of young men.

"Pang Zhan!" The sage son of Wan Daozong said slowly, "This guy is a fighting mad, no school, no faction, and cumin. As long as he encounters an opponent who is matched by him, he will fight with him by all means. !

Fellow Daoist Liu Ziyu, you see, this guy is full of energy and blood, and his weapon is stained with blood. There is no doubt that he has just fought against others. "

"Who will fight him?" Pang Zhan in Liu Ziyu's eyes, with fierce aura and scorching eyes, has a battle-tested and indomitable sharp edge.

As the son of Wan Daozong described, this is a guy who is addicted to war!

The answer is revealed.

A stalwart young man with the divine light of the sun and the moon in his eyes, the Yushu facing the wind, appeared elegantly and tall in the dojo on the top of the mountain.

"The saint son of the Sun Moon Temple." The saint son of Wan Daozong smiled and said: "I think he had a battle with Pang Zhan."

Liu Ziyu looked at the cultivation base of the Saint Child of the Sun Moon Temple, which was exactly the same as that of Na Pang Zhan, both of which were the nine peaks of the Xiantai realm.

"Bastard stuff!"

Between the opening and closing of the eyes, it seems that there is a Sun Moon Temple Saint Son, who is shining through the mountains and rivers. He squinted at Pang Zhan angrily, and scolded: "This Saint Son has nothing to do with you, but you are unprovoked. When the Enlightenment Tea Party is over , Dare to fight this son again!"

On top of the head of the black dragon with his body, Pang Zhan's clothes fluttered with pride, and he laughed and said: "Is there any need for that? You have already lost. The inheritance of the Sun Moon Temple is nothing more than that."

Everyone is watching!

The Son of Sun Moon Temple, lost to Pang Zhan?

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"Nonsense! Did this son lose to you? You just attacked by chance and gained some upper hand."

The Son of the Sun Moon Temple is furious: "This Son still has a great killing technique that hasn't been used. You really want to win me. You don't have to wait for this enlightenment tea party to end. Here, let's decide which one will win and which one will lose."

Pang Zhan shook his head: "My uncle does not suppress you, my uncle never fights against his defeated generals."

"You!" The Son of Sun Moon Temple was furious.

"Boy, why did you sit on the seat of the jade group?" Pang Zhan's gaze fell on Liu Ziyu quickly when he said.

This also caused the Saint Son of the Sun Moon Temple to be shocked. Liu Ziyu, who was sitting on the seat of the Yutuan, was actually the Third Level of the Xiantai Realm?

Did he remember wrong? Isn’t the seat of the Nine Dao Jade Group under the tea tree of comprehension only qualified to occupy the seat of the world’s outstanding talents who are above the world’s arrogance?

Among the hundreds of young monks on the gray futon at the scene, there are many holy fairies like the saint of the beginning of the day. They did not sit on the seat of the jade group. Only Wan Daozong was sitting on the seat of the jade group with Liu Ziyu. The Son is alone.

But the Ten Thousand Dao Sect Saint Child who occupied a seat in the jade group was already a super-powerful cultivation base of the half-step gods!

"How do you think I got here?" Liu Ziyu answered Pang Zhan indifferently.

The latter has a high spirit and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Anyone who can sit on a seat in the Yutuan is a world-renowned person who has run through an era. In order to prove this, come and compare with me, how about?"

Liu Ziyu: "..."

This is really a fighting freak.

But this kind of person goes straight and doesn't have any troubles.

"You don't need to learn from each other." Liu Ziyu didn't want to expose his hole cards to everyone's eyes before capturing the enlightenment tea, and said: "If you want to fight, after the enlightenment tea party ends, the time and place are up to you, and I will stay with you to the end."

"Happy!" Pang Zhan laughed sharply on his back, jumped to the seat of the Yutuan next to Liu Ziyu, split his mouth and said: "You can occupy a seat of the Yutuan, and my uncle will naturally do too."

Rumble

Pang Zhan, who was seated on the seat of the Jade Group, was immediately judged by the various forms of killing and felling that the world has evolved. What kind of godless power remaining in this mountain dojo is also the oppression of Huichuan Chenghai on Pang Zhan’s body. outer.

Liu Ziyu is watching each other.

Pang Zhan sat on the seat of the jade group, and that shot of the black big halberd that exaggerated the aura of ancient times, turned into a chaotic thing floating on top of his head, for him to resist the trial of ten thousand ways, the oppression of the emperor!

In terms of quality, this black euphorbia is an ancient secret treasure. It carries Pang Zhan’s overwhelming fighting intent and unyielding will. Therefore, the terrifying energy that radiates is also eclipsed by the power of ordinary gods and generals. , Ashamed of the taboo!

After a while.

Pang Zhan passed the test of the Yutuan seat and sat firmly on the Yutuan seat.

Unwilling to be left behind, the Son of Sun Moon Temple walked to the seat of another jade group.

"You can't do it!" Pang Zhan sneered, regardless of the mood of the Son of the Sun Moon Temple: "If you want to gain a foothold in this jade group seat~www.readwn.com~Should say you have to be comparable to this uncle. The will to fight, if you are close, don't humiliate yourself."

"Is this holy child okay? You said nothing!" The holy child of the Sun Moon Temple snorted and sat on a seat in a certain jade group.

The misty fog rushed, and the body of the Saint Child of the Sun Moon Temple, surrounded by a dazzling big sun and a phantom moon, plunged into a realm that is not invaded by all laws.

The first ten breaths, the Son of Sun Moon Temple could hold on.

Gradually, the big day was riddled with holes, and the moon wheel was full of cracks.

"Hey, my uncle said you can't do it, but I still don't admit it." Pang Zhan laughed soaring into the sky.

The saint son of the Sun Moon Temple, who was on the verge of defeat, heard Pang Zhan's abuse, his heart shook, and the whole person flew out.

"Pang Zhan! You mess up my Dao heart, bad my good fortune! This saint child will die with you!"

The hysterical sound of the Son of the Sun Moon Temple quickly resounded in the dojo on the top of the mountain.

When he raised his hand, it was a glorious day, flooded with the majestic destruction energy, layers of road rules, under attack, the peak of ten thousand feet will be torn apart and collapsed.

Pang Zhan was fearless and full of spirits. He picked up the black halberd, crushed and decayed, shattered all the ways and penetrated that day of trial, and then shouted: "If your Dao Heart is as solid as a rock, who can mess with your Dao Heart?

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to shift this responsibility to this uncle? "

Rough words are not rough.

Most of the participants still recognized Pang Zhan.

The cultivation base of the Saint Child of the Sun Moon Temple is the same as that of Pang Zhan, the nine peaks of the Xiantai Realm, but in terms of Dao Heart and strength, it is a little bit worse.

This insignificant gap can affect whether the Sun Moon Temple Saint Child can sit on the seat of the jade group.

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