"He is Lu Song! I've heard Master say many times that we, the first genius of the Hengyue School in a century, will lose the Xuan Dao Sect this time!"
"Five brothers, come on, we take you as an example!"
Hengyue sent inner disciples to cheer up excitedly. The failure of the first two games allowed them to regain their confidence at this moment. Even more female disciples, like nymphs, immediately showed favor to Lu Song.
Real Huanglong also smiled, secretly saying that Lu Song's appearance this time will definitely win!
Wang Zhuo glanced at Lu Song jealously and snorted softly.
The disciples of Xuan Dao Sect also showed surprise. This Lu Song's reputation was as thunderous to them. It was amazing in the exchanges 20 years ago. Although he lost in the end, it was left to the elders of Xuan Dao Sect. A deep impression.
Elder Ouyang's face was slightly dark, and he said, "Xu Mu, I allow you to unlock the seal of Master Zu and show your true level!"
Xu Mu looked serious and unbuttoned his shirt, only to see a dark yellow paper talisman sticking to his chest.
The elders of the Hengyue School were startled. After carefully looking at the paper talisman, they were shocked.
"Friend Ouyang, this paper talisman..." Real Huang Long said with ecstasy.
The old man Ouyang flashed his eyes and said calmly: "Mr. Huanglong, I would like to take this opportunity to explain one thing next. Today’s communication, if my Xuan Dao Sect wins, in addition to the previous conditions, I have to add one more point. This Hengyue Peak needs to borrow My Xuan Dao Sect is five hundred years old!"
Everyone's complexion changed, Huang Long squinted his eyes and said, "Father Ouyang, are you kidding me!"
The old man Ouyang shook his head and said, "Friend Huanglong, you have seen this paper talisman. The spiritual power on it is not made by the ancestor of the Yuan Ying period. To be honest, one of my ancestors of the Xuan Dao Sect has returned from the battlefield outside the fourth-level cultivation realm. … He brought back the news that several ancestors of your Hengyue Sect were all dead."
Real Huanglong's expression changed, and after a long time he said in a deep voice: "Daoist Ouyang, stop talking nonsense, otherwise don't blame the Hengyue faction for not being affectionate!"
The old man Ouyang smiled slightly and said: "My Xuan Dao Sect was based on the friendship in the past, so I didn't take it by accident. Instead, I left a love for the Hengyue faction. In this competition, if the Hengyue faction wins, then this matter. Let’s go over there. My words have already been passed on, Daoist Huanglong, let’s continue the competition!"
The inner sect disciples of Hengyue Sect were all confused when they heard, but they all felt that there was a big rock pressed in their hearts, and the sky seemed to be dimmed at this moment.
Wang Lin was shocked, and what Situ Nan had said was true, and the realm of comprehension was indeed divided into ranks according to the country.
Sun Dazhu's face was pale, his eyes were blank, and he said to himself: "It's over, it's over, the ancestor is dead, the Hengyue Sect can still rely on the ancestor to be outside to frighten other sects, and can barely stand firm, but now... it's over. Damn it, if it wasn't for the four-level cultivation nation Qinglong Great Nation to pull away all the ancestors of the Yuan Ying stage of the Zhao Kingdom 500 years ago, the Hengyue faction would not have ended up like this."
Real Huanglong saw that his junior and disciples were panicked. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and shouted loudly, "Hengyue sent all the clansmen to panic. This matter is true and false. The elders in the sectarian period will tell you the truth. What! Lu Song, you continue to compete!"
Lu Song on the stone platform was shocked by the words of the old man Ouyang just now. At this time, he tightened his mind and opened his mouth to spit out a purple awn. As soon as the purple awn came out, he immediately bulged and turned into a big hand that shone with ebony. Catch it towards Xu Mu.
Xu Mu's expression moved slightly, and without a word, six golden spheres flew out to greet him. Lu Song sneered, pinched the method secretly with his right hand, and flicked his hand in mid-air, suddenly a strange wind blew up, and the six golden balls were trembling and deviated from their trajectory.
This strange wind even caused the aura in Xu Mu's body to be scattered, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Blast!"
Six golden balls exploded at the same time, and a ring-shaped wave rushed out, and the people watching around it retreated again and again.
Lu Song snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "Small bug carving skills!" With a big hand in midair, it turned into a fist, regardless of the explosion of the golden ball, and quickly smashed it down.
Xu Mu's face was bloodless, and the strange hand on his head was about to be pressed down. When he gritted his teeth, something suddenly floated in the storage bag. It was a piece of ordinary-looking yellow paper. Xu Mu bit his tongue and spouted it. A mouthful of blood mist.
The blood quickly transformed from a mist into liquid in mid-air, condensed together like a blood dragon. Without blinking, Xu Mu pinched the magic formula with his right hand and muttered a word in his mouth. I saw the blood dragon twisted and connected to the end. It formed a weird figure, and it was suddenly printed on the yellow paper!
The yellow paper suddenly shot out a dazzling light, like a small sun, a fist hit in mid-air, and at this time it quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Wang Lin saw this, his heart moved, he also had a piece of this paper talisman in his storage bag!
"It's actually a Lingbao!" Lu Song frowned and flicked his big sleeves, and two white dragons flew out, spinning around in midair, and hit Xu Mu with lightning speed.
Xu Mu let out a sorrowful laugh. At this time, all his energy was devoted to resisting the huge strange fist in the midair of the opponent, and he couldn't resist the two flying swords that turned into white dragons at all.
Seeing that the two white dragons had already exposed their huge and hideous mouths, at this dangerous moment, a cold hum suddenly came from the disciples of Xuan Dao Sect.
Immediately afterwards, a black long rainbow shot out from the disciples of Xuan Dao Sect in an instant, curling up the two white dragons with ease, making an overwhelming creak, the white dragon shrank quickly, and finally turned into two small silver swords. The black Changhong shrank vigorously, and suddenly the two flying swords snapped off and fell onto the stone platform with a snap.
Lu Song's complexion changed transiently, and his thoughtful flying sword was destroyed, spouting a mouthful of blood, revealing a look of horror. The big hand that was pressing on Xu Muti's top was also unable to condense due to the damage of his mind and disappeared.
Xu Mu escaped, quickly grabbed the yellow paper, and quickly backed away, his face couldn't help showing the color of luck. Lu Song walked down the stone platform with a dim expression at this time.
Real Huang Long's face sank, and he shouted: "Xuan Dao Sect, don't deceive others too much!" The several fellow juniors beside him also glared at each other. Some irritable people have already taken out a personal magic weapon, just see a word. If you don't agree, you will fight!
At this time, most of the inner disciples also saw the doorway, and showed anger. The other two purple-clothed disciples looked cautious and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing at the end of Xuan Daozong.
He made the cold snort just now.
The old man Ouyang looked back at the middle-aged man, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This third game, your Hengyue faction wins. As for what happened just now, old man..."
"Old man Ouyang, don't talk so much nonsense, this Hengyue faction, but so!" The middle-aged man standing in the end walked out unruly, and when he stepped on his footsteps, the ground suddenly made a click, a long thin crack. Immediately appeared from under his feet, spreading to the edge of the stone platform.