"It's out, this time the list to see the Battle of the Big Dipper Seven Islands is out. ”

"The Yuanying group is still headed by Uncle Lu Fenggui from the last time, it's been three hundred years, hasn't Uncle Lu given up?"

"It's a pity, if he let go of the obsession in his heart, he would have succeeded in attacking the realm of transforming gods a long time ago. ”

"There are also Xiao Xiao, Xiong Wu, and Feng Weiyu from the Jindan group, but they have been stagnant in the Jindan Consummation Realm for a hundred years, presumably in this competition, our Tianquan Island still has some chances of winning. ”

On this day, Wang An had just finished refining the elixir, and he heard the disciples of the entire sect talking about it, and the secret disciples cultivated in the original sect finally appeared, and these twenty most powerful disciples appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

Outside the Tianquan Sect, there is a vast plain that stretches for thousands of miles. In the middle of the plain, twenty arenas stood on the ground in an orderly manner, and the runes on each arena flickered, exuding a surging spiritual pressure.

This arena is called the Tianjiao Platform, and these twenty disciples will hold on to the stage for a month; during this period, as long as they belong to the forces within the Tianquan Island, they can come to challenge them, and only those who can hold on for a month are qualified to participate in the Battle of the Big Dipper.

The hidden sect, the bloodline family, and the scattered cultivators...... Although there are many forces, there are not many disciples who really come here to compete.

This is a battle of honor, a battle of Tianjiao, a big matter related to the future development of the entire Tianquan Island, naturally no sect will come to make trouble.

The people who dare to come here to challenge the secret disciples of the Tianquan Sect Jin Dan and the Yuanying Group are all peerless geniuses who are one in a million.

In every competition, the disciples of the Tianquan Sect will basically account for more than half, that is, among the twenty people this time, there will definitely be more than ten or more than ten players, who are from the Tianquan Sect, after all, he is the only super sect on the Tianquan Island.

After receiving this news, Wang An naturally did not miss it, and took Xiao Ruoli and others to the plain as soon as possible.

"Boom!"

I saw the ten arenas in the Yuanying area, the spiritual light surged, the roar echoed, the ten mighty and mighty, and the powerful spiritual pressure that swept the nine heavens and ten earths burst in, and a monk suddenly appeared in the ten rings.

"Lu Feng Gui! It's as cold as frost!Duanmu Qingyang......" Wang An looked at the ten secret Yuanying cultivators above, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Each of these ten people was overhauled by the twelfth layer of the Yuan Infant, and all of them had reached the state of consummation.

The body exudes an aura of palpitation and fear, the spiritual pressure rolls, the void stirs, and it seems that every move can tear through the space.

And the laws around each person are lingering, and the breath is obscure and unpredictable.

"Woohoo!"

In the blink of an eye, ten figures appeared in the sky again, and in a flash, they fell into the arena of the Jindan group.

"Xiao Xiao, Xiong Wu, Feng Weiyu ....."

Each of them is a mirror of Jindan perfection, and everyone seems to have comprehended the law, and there is a faint meaning of the law all over them.

"Haha, this time Tianquan Sect seems to have changed a lot of new faces, and I don't know who can hold on to it for a month. ”

"Look at it, at that time, the road wind returned to Senior Brother! It's really domineering, this momentum crushes everything!"

"That's Senior Sister Feng Weiyu, she is one of the top ten beauties of our sect. ”

"Haha, I didn't miss this event this time. I spent so many spirit stones to come here, hoping to get something. ”

I don't know who spread the news, but at this time, thousands of monks gathered here, Yuanying and Jindan abounded, and these people came from all the major islands, just to see this grand occasion.

Between the same levels, when you encounter a bottleneck and watch others fight, you may have some understanding, and your cultivation will increase greatly.

Twenty disciples sat cross-legged on the arena, as if waiting for something.

At noon that day, countless flying magic weapons suddenly appeared in the void of the plains, and the space distorted and surged, breaking through the sky.

"Boom!"

A mountain peak the size of a hundred zhang shot out, runes flashing, and countless sharp flying swords were inserted on it.

If you look closely, this is actually a powerful flying magic weapon!

"Ten Thousand Sword Peak, this is the Heavenly Sword Pavilion here!"

In the midst of everyone's gasp, Wan Jian Feng suddenly suspended in the air, and more than a dozen sword cultivators with awe-inspiring sword qi walked out.

Especially the person in charge, full of white hair, carrying an ancient sword, the whole person seems to be a sharp spirit sword; between the opening and closing of his eyes, there seem to be countless sword rays flickering, his eyes fell on Wang An, from afar, Wang An felt a faint pain.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a thousand-zhang flower boat, full of flowers, exuding the fragrance of the sky, suddenly appeared from the space, suspended in the air, shocking the eight wildernesses.

"Hey, this is the Hundred Flowers Boat, and the Hundred Flowers Palace is also here!"

As soon as everyone's words fell, seven or eight women walked out of the hundred flower boats at this time, and the women led by them were smiling, and there were all kinds of charms between their gestures.

She stepped into the air one step at a time, and behind her she could faintly see the formation of pink petals.

"Mrs. Hua, the twelfth layer of the gods! why is she here too?" Seeing this woman, many people exclaimed in low voices.

At the same time, the aura in the void tumbled, and a demonic attic burst out......

On this day, hundreds of sects came here with large flying magic weapons, and the rest of the small sects and small families almost all came.

Hundreds of sects gathered, a hundred years like a dream, the first war is graceful, who hears the name of the king?

The next day, the sun rose in the east, the sea breeze hit, and a slight chill wafted in the sky.

"Boom!"

"Disciple Li Fan of Heavenly Sword Pavilion, I have come to learn the high moves of the senior brother of the Heavenly Power Sect!"

From the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, a white shadow turned into a white light and landed on Liu Ziwen's arena.

Li Fan's body was filled with the aura of the twelfth layer of Jindan, and his sword intent was awe-inspiring.

Liu Ziwen also seems to have the perfect cultivation of the twelfth layer of Jindan, but the power of the law on his body is the most rare, which makes people feel that he has the weakest cultivation among the ten guarding disciples.

"Hehe, Tianquan Sect disciple Liu Ziwen!" Liu Ziwen is about fifty years old, his facial features are plain, and he looks honest, but the cunning under his eyes reveals his true nature.

"Haha, Senior Brother Liu, let you be a stepping stone today. Li Fan stared at each other, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

As Li Fan opened his mouth and spit out, a three-inch green flying sword suddenly appeared in the air; at the same time, he had words in his mouth, and with the sword trick in his hand, a three-foot green blade suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, frantically absorbing the aura.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the sword intent is soaring to the sky, and a faint sword law permeates the heavens and the earth, mighty and mighty, and seems to be able to penetrate the nine heavens.

At this moment, the momentum of Liu Ziwen on the opposite side suddenly climbed, and the two faced each other, and the battle was about to break out.