I will become an immortal in this world

When the disciples were talking about the geniuses who were arriving one after another, Zhou Xue and the disciples of Fang Mansion gathered together, but Fang Hanyu was not there.

Fang Zigeng said with emotion: "After fourteen years of practice, he has already surpassed those geniuses who have been practicing for decades. Is this the deterrent power of Tianyuan Baoling?"

The other disciples of the Fang Mansion were very excited and felt proud.

Zhou Xue was very calm, looking at the fighting stage, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this moment, the disciples in the distance shouted in surprise.

"Fang Wang is here!"

Zhou Bo shouted excitedly, his right hand pointing at Fang Wang.

Everyone turned around and saw a figure flying from the direction of the Third Meridian. It was Fang Wang. He was not stepping on the flying sword. His white disciple robe was fluttering in the air. His momentum was not strong, but from the sky above the main city. He flew by and his aura was revealed, making it easy for people to set their sights on him.

After practicing in the Heavenly Palace for so many years, Fang Wang already had an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of life, but this sense of vicissitudes combined with his young and handsome appearance gave birth to another unique charm.

Zhao Zhen looked at Fang Wang's figure and said with emotion: "As soon as some people appear on the scene, you will know who the protagonist is in the story."

The surrounding Third Lineage disciples followed suit. Now Fang Wang is the pride of the entire Third Lineage. As long as you praise Fang Wang, you can gain the friendship of the Third Lineage disciples. Zhao Zhen's words made him even more loved by the disciples around him. .

Lu Yuanjun also looked at Fang Wang, with an expectant and appreciative smile on his face.

"I haven't seen him for ten years, and I don't know how strong Fang Wang is now." Yan Feiyue said with emotion.

That day in the Great Sage Cave, Fang Wang's figure of slaying the black dragon was still in his mind, as if it happened yesterday.

Gu Li wore a veil and stared at Fang Wang with her beautiful eyes, with only expectation in her eyes because she believed that Fang Wang could win.

Fang Wang passed through the formation gap in the fighting platform and landed lightly on the fighting platform. At this moment, he attracted everyone's attention, with hot eyes from all directions. His face was calm, his posture was upright, and his right hand was gently placed on Qing Qing's waist. On the hilt of Jun's sword, Xiao Zi was still in his arms, but she didn't dare to poke her head out.

Monks can bring demon pets with them to fight. A monk's overall strength is never determined solely by his cultivation.

"Fang Wang is really kind." Fang Mo said with emotion.

There were so many monks staring at him, but Fang Wang didn't change his expression. Such a person turned out to be one of his tribesmen. Now that he thought about it, he had an unreal feeling.

Zhou Xue's face remained calm, but she didn't express an opinion.

Master Snooze stood outside the fighting stage, raised his hand to cast a spell, and twelve golden mirrors flew away from the main city of the sect. They quickly grew in size and floated above the main city. The fighting stage was reflected inside, no matter where it was in any corner of the main city. Fang Wang's figure can be seen.

"Is he Fang Wang? He's so handsome!"

"Ten years have passed, and Senior Brother Fang Wang's demeanor has become even more impressive."

"It's hard to imagine that he has only been practicing for fourteen years. As he stands there, I feel like he has already won."

"That's just the psychological suggestion Tian Yuan Baoling gave you. You all think Tian Yuan Baoling should win."

"No matter how powerful Tianyuan Baoling is, if he takes turns fighting against thirteen top-notch geniuses in the world, it will be difficult to win them all, right?"

The discussion of the monks echoed throughout the main city. Most of the disciples believed that Fang Wang must be the strongest, but there were too many opponents. If he wanted to win them all, it would be a struggle. This was not a nine-meridian fight. Now he The opponents are all the top geniuses from various sects.

Guang Qiu Injury and anger, there will be victory or defeat, but the path to immortality has no end. No matter the outcome, I hope both sides can look forward to the road to immortality. "

These words echoed throughout the city through the twelve golden mirrors, making the Nine Meridians disciples and monks from all walks of life marvel in admiration. The leader's words were of great significance.

On the edge of the fighting stage, the thirteen geniuses who were preparing to challenge Fang Wang were laughing and chatting.

Liu Jun of the Xuanhong Sword Sect was dressed in blue and had a graceful demeanor. He held a folding fan in his hand. He looked at the geniuses with a smile and said, "Fellow Taoists, why don't you let me go first and try his depth."

As soon as he said this, the genius monk from Chiyang Sect snorted coldly: "Why did you go first?"

Other geniuses followed suit and wanted to go first. Firstly, they knew about Fang Wang's training years. Secondly, they were full of confidence in themselves and wanted to defeat Fang Wang openly.

At this moment, a voice floated over:

"Everyone, stop fighting and come up together."

Hearing this, the smiles of the thirteen geniuses froze, and they all looked at Fang Wang in surprise.

Guang Qiuxian's smile also froze, and he asked Fang Wang with his eyes if he was serious?

That day, Fang Wang said that he wanted to deal with these geniuses together, which made Guang Qiuxian mistakenly think that it was a wheel battle similar to the Nine Meridians Battle. Unexpectedly, this boy actually wanted to challenge these geniuses alone.

Twelve golden mirrors were pointed at Fang Wang, causing his words to be clearly transmitted throughout the city no matter how soft they were. What's more, he didn't whisper, his voice was still loud.

The whole city fell silent, and even the Taiyuan Sect disciples were moved.

Lu Yuanjun's smile disappeared and he frowned.

Zhao Zhen still maintained a smile, but his hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched.

"Hmph, your Excellency, you are too arrogant, aren't you?"

Song Jinyuan, the sole disciple of the Daqi Sword Master, stared at Fang Wang with cold eyes and said in a cold voice. He held the sword in both hands, was dressed in cloth, and wore a bamboo hat on his head.

Fang Wang said calmly: "You don't want to miss the chance to fight me. Let's go together to save time. Besides, if we are one-on-one, you really have no chance."

Arrogant!

This is the first feeling everyone has when hearing these words.

The corners of Zhou Xue's mouth rose, and a smile appeared on her face for the first time.

Seeing that Fang Wang was so confident, Guang Qiuxian could only choose to believe him, so he said, "In that case, then you all can go on stage together."

Even he said this, so naturally the thirteen geniuses couldn't refuse. They jumped on the fighting stage, quickly lined up, and surrounded Fang Wang. They looked at Fang Wang with different eyes, some were angry, some were disdainful, and some were jealous. , and some people looked joking.

Liu Jun put the folding fan in his belt, raised his hand and held out a big bow. He sneered, "Fang Wang, why don't you reveal Tian Yuan Bao Ling? Let me wait and see. I'm very curious. Tian Yuan Bao Ling." What on earth could make you so arrogant!”

Without saying a word, Song Jinyuan pulled out the long sword in his hand. The blade was four fingers wide, silver-blue in color, and it was cold. You could tell at a glance that it was of extraordinary quality.

The other geniuses each took out their own magic weapons, and some directly sacrificed their natal treasures.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, and the Tiangong Halberd appeared in his hand. This time, he did not hide the real power of the Tiangong Halberd. A domineering aura broke out, sweeping in all directions and setting off strong winds.

Groan——

The roar of the dragon came from the Heavenly Palace Halberd, echoing throughout the city, causing all the monks' eyes to focus on it.

What a domineering halberd!

Although many disciples had seen the Tiangong Halberd during the Nine Meridians Fight ten years ago, they would still be amazed when they saw it again.

At this moment, the natal treasure spirits of the thirteen geniuses began to tremble. Those geniuses who had not sacrificed their natal treasure spirits were shocked to find that their natal treasure spirits appeared out of control.

The expressions of the disciples around the fighting stage also changed greatly. They felt the restlessness of their respective natal treasure spirits. Fortunately, the formation was isolated from the fighting stage, which prevented their natal treasure spirits from losing control.

"Could it be that the vision that happened back then was because he created the Tian Yuan Bao Ling?"

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed, sixteen years ago, the natal treasure spirits of all the disciples of the sect flew out of the body uncontrollably, and they were trembling uneasily. How could they forget this?

Lu Yuanjun's face was solemn. His expression looked the same as that of other disciples around him, but the killing intent in his heart was already surging.

He felt threatened by Fang Wang, and it was very strong!

He thought about Zhao Zhen's words. If Fang Wang surpassed him and learned the truth about that year, could he really let him go?

Although he only had contact with Fang Wang a few times, he found that Fang Wang was different from most monks in that he would not rush to surrender for the sake of profit. Perhaps this was genius and he did not need to rely on others.

Fang Wang held a halberd in one hand, his robes made a hunting sound, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He looked at the geniuses around him and said, "Everyone, why don't you tell us your names? Today's battle is considered the first time we have met. I hope we can get to know each other without fighting. Let’s figure out the way to eternal life together.”

If he wants to fight, he must fight openly and honestly!

But he also doesn't want to make enemies because of his madness.

Hearing this, the expressions of the thirteen geniuses softened. They could understand Fang Wang's madness. If they had Tian Yuan Bao Ling, they would definitely be even crazier. But now that Fang Wang is taking the initiative to show his kindness, how can they refuse?

Despite their anger, they all knew that sooner or later Fang Wang, who possessed the Tian Yuan Bao Ling, would become a legend that was out of reach for them.

"Chiyang Sect, Tang Kun!"

"Chi Mo Sect, Li Lisheng!"

"Disciple of the Sword Master, Song Jinyuan!"

"Taiqingmen, Lu Xunfeng!"

"Tianshu Sect, Mo Bei!"

A famous genius signed up for his number. After everyone finished speaking, Fang Wang took off. Holding a halberd in one hand, he soared into the air.

The thirteen geniuses subconsciously raised their eyes to look at him.

"Ten years ago, I learned a unique skill in the Great Sage Cave. Now I have barely started to learn it, just in time to show it to you."

Fang Wang looked down at them and said in a calm tone. As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of energy appeared all over his body, quickly surrounding him, condensing and condensing into a huge dragon head.

Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique, Qi Dragon!

Guang Qiuxian looked up and frowned. He was also curious about what special skill Fang Wang had acquired.

Under the gaze of everyone, the air dragon around Fang Wang quickly solidified, and even the dragon's whiskers and eyes became lifelike, as if the dragon soul was possessed.

Shaped dragon!

Immediately afterwards, the shaped dragon burst out with white light and transformed into a white dragon!

Seeing this scene, the expressions of Guangqiuxian and Nine Meridians Peak Master changed dramatically, as if they had thought of something and looked in disbelief.

Fang Wang jumped up again. It was originally just a dragon's head. As he took off, the dragon's head rose up, and the dragon's body stretched out from below, like a divine dragon shuttling out of another dimension. When he flew to a height of 100 feet, a dragon's head was as long as 20 feet. The divine steed white dragon, which is 10 feet tall, stands proudly high in the sky, overlooking the fighting stage.

Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique!