"Swish!", "Swish!", "Swish!...
Four hundred and eighty profound iron tokens, turned into a stream of light, accurately fell into the hands of 480 advancers. These profound iron tokens all seem to have spirituality, and they have found their respective ones with great precision. Master, let all the arrogances be amazed! ! !
at this time... ... .
"Well, you all have got their identity tokens, now please leave the central ring!!!" As he spoke, the golden robe deacon Fang Hao from high in the sky waved his hand and took the extra two thousand six hundred in the sky. Forty profound iron tokens were put away.
The 480 Tianjiao from all over the world just got out of the central arena, they saw the brilliant colorful lights burst out from the central arena, soaring into the sky, and in an instant, the small ring on that side showed a number. Come.
"Ring No. 1!!!"
"The second ring!!!"
"The third ring!!!"
"The One Hundred and Fifty Ring!!!"
"The One Hundred and Fifty One Ring!!!"
"The One Hundred and Fifty Two Rings!!!"
"Now all those who have advanced, according to their identity plates, enter the corresponding ring, pair by two, in a ring battle, the winner advances, and the loser eliminated!!!" Jinpao Deacon Fang Hao said again.
next moment... ... .
Fang Hao's figure flashed and entered the alien space. In an instant, dozens of Zhen Guowu lords in the alien space stood up to greet each other. The same is Zhen Guowu prince, and Fang Hao is undoubtedly the most inferior. The existence of the top, even some supreme kings, must give them a thin face.
Below the ring.
"What? Relying on your identity token to enter the ring of all parties?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed at a loss. I don't know what Fang Hao's words meant. In fact, it is not only Yang Fan who is confused by himself. Other Tianjiao are not much better, this mysterious iron. Except for their names, the tokens have no other information about the origins of the country's sects. They don't even have a number. How can they enter the ring of all parties? Is it possible to go to the ring at will and fight in pairs
at this time... ... .
The mysterious iron token in the hands of the heavenly arrogances actually made a sound...
"Liu Chan, the third prince of the Han Dynasty, faced off against the Lie Sun Zong Macheng of the Sui Dynasty. Please enter the third ring!!!"
"Qi Xiu, the eighth prince of the Daqi Dynasty, confronted Zhu Ye, the sixth prince of the Ming Dynasty. Please enter the ring on the 8th!!!"
"The Great Yan Dynasty Yan Huizong Jieshu duel to the Song Dynasty Jia Jia Ming, please enter the 28th ring!!!"
"Li Xiuning, the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, confronts Wei Zheng, the nine princes of the Wei Dynasty. Please enter the 96th ring!!!"
"Seven-star Zongjun of the Tang Dynasty confronted Zhuge Tianya of Wuhou Mansion of the Ming Dynasty. Please enter the ring of 165th!!"
"The Tang dynasty confronts the Qing dynasty prince Shaobao. Please enter the two hundred and thirteenth ring!!!"
"I didn't expect this profound iron token to have such a magical effect. It's really interesting. The Qing Dynasty worships, is this my first opponent?" Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, and a faint light flashed.
next moment... ...
Yang Fan's figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and went straight to the two hundred and thirteenth ring.
At this moment, on the arena, there is already a rugged man, wearing a golden robe, wearing a long silver cloak, and a purple and gold belt that represents authority around his waist. His whole body is full of spiritual power. The top martial artist, the momentum is like a demon king, the air around him makes a trembling sound, as if he is squatting at him! ! !
"The six-fold cultivation base of the martial artist, is this the first opponent in this seat? It seems that this seat is lucky!!!" At the moment, in the central martial arts arena, not to mention the great power of Wu Zong, even the Zhen Guo Wujun has a lot, just The hidden spirit jade that can prevent the top Wuhou from investigating has become a chicken rib, and Yang Fan is fortunate not to wear it anymore. So just a glance, Obai can see through Yang Fan’s "virtual and real", and in an instant, his rugged face crawled. Shang Sisi's triumphant smile, defeated this kid, and if he wins another round, he will be on the Qingyun list. It is really a little excited to think about it.
next moment... ... .
Obai was condescending, like a high god overlooking Yang Fan, and said, "Boy, I really don’t know where you are. You dare to offend Prince Liu Xiu, but you guys have some luck and can be the first to meet this seat. It’s too late to admit defeat, and I don’t want to kill anyone today!!!"
Below the arena and on the spectator stand for the participating disciples, the Qin Dynasty was very considerate. Not far from the arena, a large number of seats were reserved for the participants to rest.
"Fuck! Where did this silly fork come from, dare to talk to Junior Brother Yang Fan like that? Who does he think he is, Prince Ying Zheng or God of War Mengyi?" Chi Jiuxiao, who hadn't been awake for a long time, looked at that talk. Obey, silently rolled his eyes.
This Obai is slightly better than him, and even the quasi-third-grade Tianjiao like Chu Longfei is inferior. I really can't figure out where he is confident! ! !
It's too late to say, then soon! ! !
"The people of the earth-falling dog, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!!!" Yang Fan's expression was cold. These years, any cat and dog dared to go wild in front of him. Didn't he see it? When he was just knocked out, he kept dripping. Didn't you sweat it
"roll!!!"
A scroll, like thousands of people roaring, countless wild beasts roaring, and hundreds of millions of volcanoes erupting! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ...
The sound wave spreads, the human form sweeps everything, and there are waves in the air, like a thousand beasts rushing, and everything is shattered! ! !
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...
The space in all directions, like the glass, shows traces of cracks. This is not in the outside world. Every small arena on the central arena has been heavily restricted by the formation master of the Great Qin Dynasty, even the general low-level Wuzong. Mighty, using the ultimate skill, it is difficult to break the square space, the power of a roar, and the horror! ! !
The first Qing dynasty prince Shaobao Aobai has already fallen on the ring at this moment, bleeding from seven holes, breaking his body, doing irregular convulsions, and knowing his life and death! ! !
"Hey... Brother Yang Fan is Brother Yang Fan, as strong as ever!!!" Everyone in the Datang Dynasty has already seen Yang Fan's inhuman combat power, and there is no accident. There is nothing unexpected, and Lian Xia Yu. , Mo Li is far inferior, and also wants to provoke Yang Fan, simply do not know what the dead word is.
But for those spectators who don’t know the details of Yang Fan’s details, it’s a bit shocking. Obai can pass the knockouts and his strength can be seen. The strength of the battle is even stronger than some top Wuhou, and it is not weaker. How much, it was so coldly shouted and roared so that you don't know how to live or die, this combat power, even in the third level of evildoers, few people can have it.
How old he is, he doesn't seem to have the title yet! ! !
Of course, pay attention to Yang Fan's people, after all, they are only a few, which caused little sensation. For most of the spectators, the eight evil evildoers such as Prince Yingzheng are the absolute core of the final. Yang Fan, what the hell is that, nothing else! ! !
In an alien space.
"Brother Ying, the legendary Linglang has already touched the true meaning of the true meaning. It seems that the rumors are not necessary. This time the battle of the Qingyun ranking, the leader, I am afraid that it will be the thing in the bag of your Great Qin Dynasty again!!!" The speaker , The white clothes are like snow, the whole body is immaculate, the temperament is like a sword immortal, the sword aura is 90,000 miles, a sword of light is nineteen continents, in the eyes, the sword is flashing, and it seems that a look will strangle a statue. Top Wu Zong.
Xie Xiaofeng, one of the deacon of Yinpao of Shengji Bieyuan, and the chief examiner of the preliminary contest of the Great Qin Dynasty.
And the man who is called Brother Ying, is about forty years old, with a face like a crown jade, with extraordinary aura, wearing a five-claw golden dragon robe, wearing a golden dragon crown, his face is proud of the implementation, and the whole body is dazzling. The golden dragon flashed in his eyes, sitting casually, silent in all directions, all gestures were majestic, and people couldn't help but bow their heads to him.
This person is not someone else, but the current majesty of the Great Qin Dynasty—Yingyuan.
"Brother Xie, this little achievement for children is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!!!" He said so, but the pride and confidence on his face can't be concealed anyway, and he is in his early thirties. Consummation of meaning, even a glimpse of the true meaning of the profound meaning, not to mention their Nanling region, but placed in the most powerful region of Beihuangzhou-the Tianhuang region, they are all first-class and one-of-a-kind peerless Tianjiao, this battle of the Qingyun list, Ying Zheng recognizes Second, who dares to recognize the first! ! !
Two hundred thirteenth ring.
After Yang Fan roared that he didn't know the so-called Prince Shaobao, his figure flashed and he arrived at the Tang Dynasty camp and sat down next to Chi Jiuxiao.
"Little bitch, it's no wonder that you dare to fight against widows, but there are some tricks!!!" Just after sitting down, a gloomy voice came from not far away. It was the big man prince Liu Xiu. His opponent was just an ordinary one. The fourth-grade genius of, with a casual blow, he was photographed in the ring, and then he just saw Yang Fan roar and explode, "But this is the best. Before you meet a widow, you shouldn’t be a little bitch. I was eliminated!!!"