Boom!
As the voice fell, the group's eyes flashed, and suddenly they found the void, as if dimmed for an instant.
In the midst of the sky and night, a raging fire suddenly pierced the sky.
One, two... hundreds!
The sky is full of fire, the sky is full of meteors!
Amazingly...
These meteors turned into fists!
"Ah!"
In the gust of wind, the black-clothed young man suddenly came, that seemed to be a roar from the wild.
"It's... Wing Chun God Fist!"
"Wing Chun's Ten Thousand Fists Return to the Sect!"
Hum!
The teenagers were shaking, and they all breathed in air-conditioning.
"This... is really the 9th Grade Grandmaster, the power that can be exerted?"
"Amazing."
The elders of the Dalin Temple on the top of the mountain are also staring with big eyes, and they are all solemn!
In fact, the bursting power of the black man could burst out from many elders present.
But the problem is!
These elders are all half-step powerful!
As for the black man, he is just the ninth-grade grandmaster!
The Ninth Grade Grandmaster is indeed very powerful in the secular world, enough to stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts world!
But in Dalin Temple, the realm of the Ninth Grade Grandmaster is only the realm of elite disciples.
Nine products only represent martial arts, and they have already seen the gates for the first time, that's all.
Only a warrior who has practiced three steps is the real strong one!
Only the martial artist who has practiced three steps has the qualification to attack the innate!
Under the power of three steps, everything is an ant!
but!
Just under the eyelids of the elders, an ant actually broke out with such power
That's awesome!
Boom!
The next moment, the sky and night disappeared.
In the eyes of everyone, there was only one huge fist left, whizzing and flying towards Deng Jiuling.
With a punch, the wind and water rose, and the earth shook!
too strong!
It is too strong!
The power of this punch is so terrifying!
Rumble!
The next moment, the earth vibrates like thunder!
The endless dust, the huge hustle and bustle, shocked the sky and the earth.
"My son, no!"
Lan Jian seemed to have lost all strength and knelt on the ground with a thud, shed tears of pain and despair.
After a long time, the dust in the sky gradually dispersed.
In the gusty wind, the black man stood with his hand in his hand, like a god.
"It's time for a stick of incense!"
The majestic voice of the old monk then resounded throughout the world.
"This battle, the black man... win!"
The old monk's voice sounded again.
However, the last word of the old monk did not come out.
Between heaven and earth, a strong voice suddenly sounded: "I—no! Lost!"
The sound was not loud, but it fell like a bolt of thunder in the ears of everyone, and it seemed to be roaring and shocking.
Following the reputation, everyone was stunned.
On the ring, an uncle who pulls his feet is standing in the corner, standing against the wall.
Although his whole body is full of blood.
but!
He smiled and his eyes were strong!
"It's time for a stick of incense. The black man and I are both standing on the ring. We are-a draw!"
Deng Jiuling's voice resounded suddenly.
Boom!
The sound fell, and the audience was in an uproar.
"That's OK?"
"Damn, this Xiao Jiu is really shameless!"
"It turns out that this scarred face is delaying time."
"The dignified man in black, actually drew with a scrap?"
puff!
All the teenagers looked at each other, and they all felt like a dog.
It was the black man himself, and his face was blue, and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost comparable to the scorching sun in the void.
"Shameless!"
The black man roared.
"Anyway, I—no! Lost!"
Deng Jiuling's voice was weak, but unusually strong.
"The son!"
Lan Jian rushed into the ring and lifted Deng Jiuling up.
"I, Cao, this kid, actually has such a beautiful maid?"
"Damn, how can this stunning beauty be such an ugly man's woman?"
"Heaven!"
In this scene, the teenagers who watched were suddenly excited and roared in anger.
Anyone who has watched Dongying small movies know that the female teachers in action movies are very beautiful, but the male protagonist is very ugly and frustrated.
In front of the young people, Deng Jiuling and Lan Jian were simply beauties and beasts.
"Elder, how to judge this round?"
The black man turned around and looked sharply at the old monk.
Although the old monk is half-step capable, he and the black-clothed man looked at each other, and he felt a sense of trepidation.
"Master in black, he will definitely become a dragon in the future!" The old monk was secretly surprised.
The talent of the old monk is limited, and it is already the limit to advance to half a step.
The old monk knew very well that in the future, the son in black would definitely be the nobleman of Dalin Temple.
But the old monk, after all, is half a step!
Half-step powerful, naturally there is half-step powerful majesty!
After pondering for a moment, the old monk’s old and deep voice resounded across the sky in an instant:
"This battle, the tie, the two sons, can all... advance!"
The old monk was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Wait!"
The majestic voice of Lord Jianglong sounded instantly with the wind.
"This campaign, the black man performed well, I propose the black man win!"
Young Master Jianglong said loudly.
When the voice fell, the elders nodded and agreed.
The young man in black was a closed disciple of Master Jianglong, and was backed by him.
The elders are naturally not easy to refute, they save Longtang's face.
Although Dalin Temple's internal fighting was cruel, seventy-two halls were constantly wrangling and killing.
But at least when externally, the public is still very united and will never fight inwardly.
What's more, the performance of the boy in black is indeed remarkable, and the victory is well deserved.
As for Deng Jiuling...
Ha ha!
Rubbish!
Although Deng Jiuling's performance is also very strong, it can be called a model of Diaosi counterattack.
but!
In the eyes of the elders in the Dalin Temple, Diaosi means Diaosi, nothing more.
Diaosi counterattack, then you are dreaming!
"After discussing with my Dalin Temple and the elders, I finally came to the conclusion that this battle-the black man wins!"
The next moment, the old monk's majestic and unquestionable voice rolled back in Shengxiangu.
As soon as these words came out, the group of heroes nodded their heads and all agreed.
"It's just a hanging silk, and you want to visit my Dalin Temple? It's a dream!" The second tiger muttered softly with mockery in his eyes.
"Xiao Jiu is also considered a personal character, but the strength is too bad, alas." Zhao Dali shook his head slightly, feeling worthless for Deng Jiuling.
In fact, the elites who came to participate today are all disciples of wealthy people.
Dalin Temple is no longer the same as the Dalin Temple back then!
The 21st century, no matter how you say it, is a material age.
Although the Western Regions are underdeveloped in science and technology, the money-worshiping hedonism of the Western Regions has been passed on and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Dalin Temple is the core of the civilization and martial arts of the Western Regions, and it is the spiritual belief of the people of the Western Regions, and naturally it is no exception.
Moreover, there are more and more disciples in Dalin Temple. Whether it is buying cultivation resources or building various facilities, this requires a lot of money.
But the problem is that Dalin Temple is isolated from the world and hardly engages in commercial activities.
As a result, the funds of Dalin Temple are naturally very nervous.
However, Dalin Temple never worried about this problem.
The reason is very simple, just accept apprentices directly, isn't that enough
The disciples of Dalin Temple today are almost all the disciples of the rich.
These rich people, for the sake of their children, can be said to have broken their hearts and kept donating money to Dalin Temple.
In this way, the financial crisis of Dalin Temple was naturally solved.
Another example is Dan Ba Khan. Although he is cruel and unkind, he is very cruel to the people.
But Danpa Khan is very good at being a man, and every year he provides a lot of resources to Dalin Temple free of charge.
The other tribes, relative to Danba Khan, contributed too little.
So in the end, Dalin Temple will choose Danpa Khan to become a secular agent.
This is the truth!
A Dalin Temple disciple knew the truth, but it was inconvenient to tell.
The black-clothed son's family is a very rich coal mine family.
Hei Patriarch is the most famous coal boss in the Western Regions.
Once the black man stepped into Dalin Temple, he would naturally not treat Dalin Temple badly with the boldness of the coal boss.
But what else can Deng Jiuling bring to Dalin Temple
Hanging silk!
Poor ghost!
Pooh!
At this moment, the elders on the top of the mountain looked at Deng Jiuling, all full of contempt.
"Since everyone's contest is over, today's Immortal Ascension Conference is over, let's go!"
The majestic voice of Lord Jianglong resounded through the sky again.
While speaking, Young Master Jiang Long's eyes first fell on Lan Jian, his eyes greedy and wretched.
It's just that Young Master Jiang Long had a good cover, and he didn't let people see the fiery desire deep in his heart.
Young Master Jianglong's gaze quickly fell on Deng Jiuling's design, his eyes full of mockery.
"Just aiming at your identity as the owner of the Blue Sword, it is absolutely impossible for this son to let you step into the Dalin Temple!"
There was a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and Young Master Jiang Long was gloating.
Young Master Jiang Long knew very well that as soon as the people of Dalin Temple left, the ancestors of the Long Family would come in and kill Deng Jiuling!
With a little bit of Deng Jiuling, Young Master Jianglong would take the Blue Sword and gradually cultivate him into a slave. It was really too simple.
however!
Just when everyone felt that no matter how hard Deng Jiuling worked, he would become a tragedy.
A violent voice resounded across the sky:
"I'm not convinced, Xiao Jiu's eldest brother is obviously a tie with the black man!"
"Why do you say that the black man won?"
"Anyway, I refuse to accept it!"
The voice roared out with real qi, and the terrifying earth trembled and deafened.
Following the prestige, everyone's eyes, like running water, focused on a little fat man.
"This… "
The elders looked at each other, all speechless.
If it is other teenagers who find fault, the elders will shoot directly, and it will be wiped out with a slap.
But Fatty's teacher is the elder of Dalin Temple-Yao Lao!
Yao Lao has great skills, but he has a bad temper, and he is well-known for protecting shortcomings.
If Yao Lao doesn't care about this matter, it's really tricky.
Seeing no one answered, the little fat man became more and more angry, and roared: "This game is a tie. Why can the black man join the Dalin Temple, but my eldest brother can't? I refuse! I just refuse!"
After finishing talking, the little fat man actually lay on the ground and rolled and fell on him.
In this scene, all the heroes were shocked, all with black lines on their faces.
"Yao Lao, you see...?"
Young Master Jianglong frowned and looked at Yao Lao.