"Hmph, the devil's disciple is really not a good thing!"
Seeing a strange donkey show off the limelight, all the cultivators in the field turned their noses up with anger, especially those Taoist and ancient families in Shenzhou who originally planned to let their juniors compete for the limelight in the foundation building realm. Well, that's good, all the limelight has been robbed by that strange donkey, so what's the point of grabbing it? I know I'm invincible, because I don't want my children to lose to a donkey, so many aristocratic families originally planned to let their children fight Yes, he simply backed off, and let that strange donkey go to the field to toss...
However, this strange donkey is the devil's disciple after all. Such a disturbance made everyone in the field think of the little devil who can't live every day. Between the devils, there was already complicated grievances and grievances. According to Shenzhou's wishes, they even secretly issued a password to prevent people from mentioning that little devil, so that he would be forgotten as soon as possible. However, this donkey Such a big fuss at the Martial Arts Show made the little devil's reputation suddenly revive, which was exactly against the will of Shenzhou.
"However, the third round is about to begin!"
Someone also said in a low voice: "A new legend is about to be born, suppressing all enemies, like the first sunrise of the great sun, dimming the stars!"
Such a sentence made all the cultivators in Shenzhou feel a little relieved.
Although the rise of Mr. Fusu made the ancient family of the central region feel a little unhappy, but at any rate, it is still acceptable in comparison. Fang Xing didn't think about it, especially in the last battle of the devil, he even defeated the seven masters of Shenzhou by himself, which made his reputation spread far and wide, and he was at the height of the sky.
Since that battle, although the little devil has died, his popularity has not diminished for a while, even overshadowing Fuyao Gong Shao Situ, who has always been hailed as the first person of the younger generation in Shenzhou. It happened because Shenzhou wanted to sacrifice him, so his name was waiting to be a stain on the reputation of the ancient family of Shenzhou. The louder his reputation was, the more embarrassing the ancient family of Shenzhou would be!
Instead of covering up this point by blocking news or even twisting the truth, it is better to promote a new genius as soon as possible, let his light overshadow that devil, and then make all the cultivators in the practice world forget about that as soon as possible. devil...
The Yuan family Fusu should be able to do this!
The third round is already well prepared. Compared with the first two rounds, the field is undoubtedly wider, and the power of the banning runes is also stronger!
At this moment, countless people turned their attention to Mr. Fu Su from the Yuan family, but this person was sitting cross-legged on the Xiaohua Peak, beside the old fairy of the Yuan family, his eyes were drooping, his aura was hidden, and he looked unaffected by favor or humiliation He seems to turn a blind eye to the countless surprises or enthusiastic gazes of the people around him, but sticks to his heart, and the wind is calm, with a faint demeanor of a descendant of the immortal, outstanding!
However, to Zhuxiu's disappointment, this Mr. Fusu did not appear on the stage immediately, showing his invincible demeanor. Instead, a tall man stepped onto the stage. The disciple was not a master secretly cultivated by the Little Immortal Realm. The white robe was empty, without any radiance. It looked like a casual cultivator...
But this makes people a little puzzled. Who in the world has not heard some tricks from the rules of the third round of Fuyao Palace. This third round is actually prepared for the disciples of saints. Now, who can stand at the top of the cultivation world, and even the Nascent Soul is invincible, except for the hundred saint disciples in the Taoist dojo, who else can reach such an astonishing state
And this man, or a casual cultivator, where did he have the courage to dare to take the third round
Do you want to humiliate yourself
"Hey, old man, can you still open this handicap?"
Among the mountains and forests, there were already people gathered in front of the old fortune-teller's big bluestone, making fun of it.
"Yes, of course, who do you want to buy?"
The fortune-telling old man was lazy, and there was a pile of elves behind him, all of which were harvested this morning.
"Everyone says you're utterly decisive, but a certain family would like to ask, who will win this casual cultivator's duel with the disciples of saints in the Taoist dojo?"
All the cultivators came to ask with a smile on their faces. Some people thought about it and wanted to make the old man pay for it.
"Hey, I bet this casual cultivator wins..."
The old man's eyes were full of cunning, he smiled and opened his mouth.
All the cultivators were overjoyed and rushed up one after another, ready to take a big gamble. At this moment, the person who had already gone up to the duel in the arena was a disciple from Penglai Xiandao in the Eastern Region of Shenzhou, who was also accepted by the saint. When the disciples of the saints entered the Zhuzi Dojo, all the cultivators rushed forward, scrambling to buy the disciples of the saints to win, the scene was chaotic for a while, and I don't know how many people looked at the fortune-telling old man's elf.
However, the battle between the fields quickly surprised them!
The disciples of the sages were really extraordinary. They controlled the three fire dragons and showed amazing fire skills, trying to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.
But the rogue cultivator opposite him was not in a hurry, single-handedly held Fang Tian's painted halberd, stepped forward with one step, and swung the halberd horizontally...
"Boom!"
Under Zhuxiu's astonished eyes, the saint's disciple spurted blood, fell straight down the ring, and couldn't even stand up.
Everyone was shocked, and there was silence!
Saint disciples, how could it be so unhelpful
Even if this kid can only be regarded as the weakest row in the Taoist dojo, he shouldn't be shot off like this, right
"A certain family, Lu Fengxian, is willing to draw a halberd in his hand to challenge the saint's disciples. Who dares to fight me?"
But at this moment, the tall man in the arena waved Fang Tian's painted halberd and shouted towards the surrounding space. There was a bit of sadness on his face, as if a burst of anger was simmering in his chest and abdomen. With a loud shout, there was a sense of determination, and the aura of his body burst out, shaking away a cloud of clouds in the air. The whole figure seemed to be much taller, standing proudly in the middle, challenging the enemies from all sides!
"Lu Fengxian, that man is the abandoned son of the Lu family, Lu Fengxian who was once known as invincible?"
All the cultivators around were shocked, someone thought of this abandoned son of the Lu family who was once quite famous.
But looking at the casual cultivator, the old fortune-teller showed a smile on his face and muttered to himself: "This guy seems to have suffered a lot..."
"Bold, dare to violate the majesty of the Taoist dojo?"
After that loud shout, someone came on stage soon again. He was also a disciple of a sage in the Zhuzi Dojo. He came from Baiyujing in the southern region of Shenzhou. He carried a long sword. The Dojo of the Masters is extremely sacred in China, and these saint disciples are all proud of their own identities, so of course they cannot be despised by others...
"What kind of Taoist temple, the pride of the world, a casual cultivator from a certain family, who is afraid of coming?"
Lu Fengxian didn't talk to him at all, shouted loudly, held halberds in both hands, and charged forward rumblingly.
With a halberd flying across the sky, the arrogance was overwhelming, and he didn't even care about how the opponent responded, and directly hit him heavily with violent force.
"Kara!"
The opponent had just sacrificed the magic weapon, without even urging the divine power in it, and was knocked down by the halberd with the treasure.
Kill the enemy with one blow, the power of God is unmatched.
Whether it is the cultivators of Shenzhou or other big figures of other orthodox traditions around, they have been shocked by this person. It can be seen that this person's cultivation base is only Jindan Mahayana, and he should have entered the realm of killing me, but his It doesn't look like his cultivation level is much higher than his opponent's, but his strength is boundless and his aura is invincible. More importantly, this person seems to be full of resentment. Every strike is a blow with all his strength, leaving no retreat , but made him almost surpass his own strength when he made a move, and knocked his opponent directly off the ring.
If it's a life-and-death fight, the opponent may still win the game, but in the ring, you can't go on stage to fight again, right
"Hahahaha, disciples of saints are nothing more than that, if Lu is here, who else would dare to fight me?"
After defeating two opponents one after another, Lu Fengxian stood on the field, brandished Fang Tian's painted halberd, and yelled at the surroundings.
"Don't be rampant, I'll fight you!"
After a long silence, someone shouted again and rushed to the stage, but he was not a disciple of the saint, but a true heir of another great tradition.
"roll!"
Lu Fengxian shouted loudly, swung his halberd across the sky, and swept the mountains with all his might.
He seemed to be holding back his anger, and he came here to vent his anger. He was merciless in his attacks. In less than half an hour, he defeated eight opponents in a row. These eight people included disciples of saints and true disciples of Daoist traditions. It can be said that everyone is a vulgar person, but under his Fangtian painted halberd, there is no three-in-one general. Everyone was shattered by him, and they smashed down the ring mercilessly, losing all face …
"The limelight is enough, let me see you off stage..."
Finally, there was still a top-notch expert who couldn't sit still, stepped onto the stage amidst a cold shout, and turned out to be the god son of the Meng family, an ancient family in the central region.
"Then come on!"
Lu Feng looked at this person first, and he didn't see the dignity and awe that the son of the ancient family should have. It was no different from treating an invincible person. As soon as the opponent stepped into the ring, he directly rushed up with his halberd. Fang Tian painted his halberd across Void, tore a huge hole in the void, like a black lightning, it came out of thin air, rumbling towards the God Son of the Meng family who was hundreds of meters away.
"He has brute force..."
The son of the Meng family was a little surprised, took a step back, made seals with both hands, and laid out lines of formations to block the blow.
After drinking in a deep voice, he was about to take the opportunity to fight back, but he didn't expect that after Lu Fengxian's first blow, the second blow came right after him.
boom!
This blow was even heavier, and the Meng family god son was caught by surprise, so he could only close his mouth, took a hard blow, and took half a step back.
"Come again!"
Lu Fengxian roared loudly, and the third strike followed closely, without any time to catch his breath.
The son of the Meng family's face was serious, and he could only force his mana to take another blow from him, and took two steps back.
But he didn't expect that Lu Fengxian was polite and unforgiving, one blow after another, one after another, and each blow was as heavy as a mountain.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
After connecting the nine tricks, he had already retreated to the edge of the ring, his face was pale and frightening, and his face was full of aggrieved feelings, but Lu Fengxian became more and more courageous in the battle, and he slammed with a halberd, which was stronger than the previous few halberds. Heavily, the son of the Meng family, who was smashing straight, let out a muffled roar, and exploded his power. He exhausted all his mana and broke Lu Fengxian's Fangtian painting halberd, but he couldn't stand still anymore and fell straight down the ring.
Win another battle, nine victories in a row!
The expressions of the cultivators around were already shocked, full of surprise and bewilderment.
But Lu Fengxian was so arrogant that he yelled loudly: "What kind of Taoist temple, what kind of disciples of saints, are so highly praised by others, but there is no real arrogance. It's just a pity. The only opponent worthy of Lu's attention, I can't get into this arena..."
After saying that, his face was ashen, he took a bottle of wine from his arms, and poured it on the ring.
"Devil, what a pity you died..."