"Look, the sword storm is coming."

Jian Fengyun's figure slowly stepped into the trial ground, and the disciples of the Holy Academy and the disciples of the major forces who were gathered around the ring suddenly looked sideways and cast curious glances.

"This sword storm is just the Spirit King Realm, so he dared to come out to fight, he wouldn't be kicked by a donkey in the brain."

"That's right, it's in the Spirit King Realm, and it's so thin, there are simply no highlights except for a little white face."

"Yes, yes, no matter how strong the Spirit King Realm is, what realm can the strength reach?"

"It seems that the rumors are all fake, how can the Spirit King Realm martial artists compete with Yin Ba's Tianjiao?"

......

For a while, the crowd was in a commotion, looking at Jian Fengyun, there was no previous expectation in his eyes, and they were all disdainful and contemptuous eyes.

Jian Fengyun was very different from the deified image of their imagination with extraordinary strength and three heads and six arms.

No one would believe that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the Spirit King Realm with a thin body in front of him could be compared to Yin Ba, Xuanmu Mozhen, and Long Xing, the three long-established Tianjiao.

"Fengyun, these people are all martial artists from the outside world, and there are also some students from the Holy Academy, their strength is also very good, you must be careful, if you really can't hold on, admit defeat, victory or defeat is a common thing in martial arts, don't be too aggressive."

Jian Fengyun's footsteps had just stepped into the central ring, and the sound of Tianhai suddenly sounded in his ears.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun's footsteps paused, his body turned slightly, looked at the extremely worried look on the old face on the high platform, and said lightly: "Elder Tianhai, don't worry, I will definitely win." ”

Jian Fengyun's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm, as if he was saying something extremely ordinary.

"Hahaha, want to win? No way! Hearing an arrogant voice, a young warrior suddenly appeared in the ring, looking at the sword storm.

Zuo Aolong, who was abolished by Jian Fengyun in the mission square before, and then in order to take revenge on Jian Fengyun, he had to let the two evil cultivators and half-saints of black and white killing saints enter the holy courtyard, but he still failed.

"Yo, Zuo Aolong, weren't you cut off an arm by Jian Gongzi in the character square before? Why did you come out so quickly and vividly, did you want to come and fight? Behind Jian Fengyun, the figure of the Twilight Cloud Blade slowly walked out and spoke.

For most martial artists, it is extremely difficult to recover from a broken arm, and it is not uncommon to spend several years, but Zuo Aolong is not an ordinary martial artist, as a descendant of the Zuo family, he has enough natural resources and treasures to allow him to recover his arm in a short time. Mu Yunjian said this just to make fun of him.

"Twilight Blade!" The moment Zuo Aolong saw the Twilight Cloud Blade, his face suddenly became exciting, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

He remembered clearly, at the beginning, Dusk Cloud Blade was his senior brother, because he offended his master, so he was expelled from the Spirit Weapon Peak, and he also planted the Nine Evil Fire Poison, making his senior brother a complete waste, this matter is not a secret in the Holy Origin Road, almost everyone knows it.

And he went to visit his senior brother later, setting up a stall in the Contribution Hall, dressed in a black robe, with a stubble on his face completely reduced to a decadent waste.

How could it be such a handsome appearance in front of him?

"Why, a little surprised to see me?" The corners of Twilight Blade's mouth hooked slightly, and his face was calm.

"It's indeed a little surprising, but even if this sword storm has your help, it's useless, after all, it's just an outcast of the Spirit Weapon Peak, how strong can it be?" Zuo Aolong sneered at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly spoke.

As he spoke, behind Zuo Aolong, a palace condensed by the law of flame suddenly levitated, and the law of fire burned above the divine palace, and the law flowed, vaguely exuding the aura of the monarch's realm.

Condense the monarch's court, the spiritual monarch's realm.

"Spirit Monarch Realm!" Twilight Cloud Blade's eyes condensed slightly, and he had to admit that Zuo Aolong's talent was much better than him, especially in the part about the fire attribute law, if it weren't for that, Wanyan Huo would not have given up on him at the beginning.

At the same time, on top of the high platform

Wan Yanhuo walked back with a smile on his face, and said to Han Xian'er, "Dean, I have already arranged for them. ”

Han Xian'er bowed slightly, didn't say much, but looked at the ring below.

Today, she has already agreed to Jian Fengyun's conditions, as long as he solves the shortcomings of the demon lotus poison immortal body on his body, he will use the power of the Han family to protect the Qingyun Domain and Jian Xue'er for him.

Although this deal has nothing to do with Dabi in the ring, Jian Fengyun just gave her a way to temporarily control the Demon Lotus Poison Immortal Body in the morning, and the fundamental solution Jian Fengyun has not given him yet, if Jian Fengyun accidentally dies in the ring, then where will she go to ask for the solution of the Demon Lotus Poison Immortal Body.

Wanyan Huohuo's eyebrows froze, and he followed Han Xian'er's gaze, and suddenly saw the scene of Zuo Aolong confronting Jian Fengyun and Dusk Cloud Blade in the ring.

"Hehe, Tianhai, I didn't expect that your Danyao Peak would like to accept outcasts from other peaks, yes, waste a piece." Wan Yanhuo suddenly spoke.

"Wan Yanhuo, what do you mean by that?" Tianhai's face sank, and a gloomy color flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Wan Yanhuo smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said: "That Twilight Cloud Blade was swept out of the house by me because it was too wasteful, and now I didn't expect to follow your disciples of Danyao Peak, what is it not waste?" ”

"You ......" Looking at Yan Huo's mocking look on his face, Tianhai was so angry that he was speechless.

Above the ring

"It's just the Spirit Monarch Realm, so proud?" Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Zuo Aolong, and suddenly spoke.

"Hahaha!" Zuo Aolong's face showed a big smile, looking at Jian Fengyun's indifferent appearance, he immediately nodded and said: "Yes, you can pretend, but even if you are the strength of the Spirit Monarch Realm, you will lose today." ”

Zuo Aolong's words fell, and the martial artists watching around were all strange in their hearts, what killer feature did he have, and he was so confident?

In the surprised gaze of everyone, Zuo Aolong swept his gaze to the surroundings behind him.

"Come out and clear the field for Ben Shao!" Zuo Aolong said triumphantly, and in an instant, at least thirty people stepped into the ring at the same time, drew their swords, surrounded the two of them, and then advanced step by step.

The warriors watching in the audience were dumbfounded, is this okay?

It's a bit too shameless!

(End of chapter)