tread!
The black man leaped up and down, and he was already standing on the ring.
"My son, challenge Xiao Jiu!"
Then, the black man's spiritual voice came with the wind.
As the voice fell, everyone's eyes converged into running water, and they all focused on Deng Jiuling.
"Brother Black, let this son come, how about?"
tread!
The voice fell, and the handsome figure of the white boy also appeared on the ring.
"The Xiao Jiu tarnished this son's reputation during the ascension meeting, and this son will kill him."
The black man's eyes were cold, and he scolded.
"If Xiao Jiu takes away the goddess, this son will also kill him!"
The young man in white said excitedly.
"In that case, how about you and me first?"
The young man in black scolded.
"If you want to fight, I will fight!"
The white-clothed boy did not give in at all.
Boom!
In the next moment, among the two freshmen, the two most powerful sons will go straight to work!
Rumble!
In an instant, flying sand and rocks, the earth quaked.
"This year's handyman disciple is really against the sky."
"Yeah, yeah. Even the Inner Sect Advanced Tournament, it's not that exaggerated."
Deacon Long and Deacon Tiger looked surprised.
Two Ninth-Rank peak martial artists, and they are still invincible of the same rank, go to war directly!
The battle between the two eldest sons also made everyone amazed and supported them.
And the disciples who participated in the competition were all pale and depressed.
At this moment, all the disciples finally understood why this year's award would be so bad.
These two sons are simply humanoid killers!
The two boys, black and white, have always been put together to comment.
Although the two did not contradict each other.
But after a long time, the two were very upset with each other.
This contradiction broke out completely because of Deng Jiuling!
boom! boom! ... Boom!
Daoguangjianying, infuriating boiling!
This battle lasted five minutes before it came to an end.
When the dust settled, the two boys, black and white, stood in the corner of the ring, their faces ugly.
"draw!"
The old voice of Deacon Long sounded afterwards.
Regarding the result of this battle, the five elders in the guest seat were not surprised at all.
Because the two princes were both disciples of the same venerable one, and both came from a large family.
If you don't urge the killer, it will be difficult to distinguish between them.
The battle just now seemed very exciting, fierce, and even dangerous.
But in fact, the two princes knew very well that the other was just a test, nothing more.
Neither party is sure of the result of the trial.
In that case, why continue to PK, let people get cheap
"In view of the special circumstances, this round is just a warm-up exhibition match and will not be counted as the result of the match."
The voice of the elder Fuhu sounded afterwards.
The sound fell, and the audience was in an uproar.
According to reason, even if there is a tie, one person must be eliminated.
But all the disciples also understood that the two sons of black and white had already been assigned the top three by default.
It is impossible to let any one of them out.
But Elder Fuhu directly made the special treatment public.
This result still makes many people feel very uncomfortable.
But what can I do if I am unhappy
This is a realistic society and a sect that pays attention to strength.
Who made you an ant
Unhappy, holding back!
Regarding the discomfort of the disciples, the two sons looked indifferent and there was no mood swing.
Ordinary disciples, to the two sons, are no different from the ants.
The two sons naturally didn't bother to pay attention to the thoughts in the mind of the ants.
"Xiao Hei, you come down, let this fight to Xiao Bai." Elder Jiang Long said.
"Yes, brother." The black man was a little displeased, but he retreated.
"Brother Black, thank you very much." The white-clothed boy smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly become dull.
"Xiao Jiu, you... come up!" The white-clothed boy's gaze instantly fell on Deng Jiuling.
In an instant, all the disciples became a little gloating.
Deng Jiuling appeared today with two beautiful women and became the focus of hatred.
Now that Deng Jiuling is going to tragedy, all the disciples are naturally excited.
Because only Deng Jiuling had a tragedy, Lan Jian and Zhou Feixue, the other disciples had a chance.
The entire Seventy-two Mountain knew that the white-clothed boy was eagerly pursuing Zhou Feixue.
But Deng Jiuling was so good, he actually embraced the beauty.
This battle, Deng Jiuling must be a tragedy.
however!
After listening to this, Deng Jiuling laughed, and laughed very disdainfully: "It's really ridiculous. If you say it, I'm going to come up?"
"According to the rules of the advanced competition, all participants must go up."
Deacon Long's unhappy voice sounded afterwards.
"Xiao Jiu, I want to kill you in this Outer Sect Advanced Tournament!"
The white-clothed boy, Jie Gao said.
In fact, strictly speaking, the white-clothed boy should go to rest first, and then come to fight.
But the young man in white understood that Deng Jiuling's martial arts was not high, and it was just rubbish.
Therefore, even if the spirit of the spirit fell, to a lowest point.
But the young man in white is still confident that he can defeat Deng Jiuling.
However, after hearing this, Deng Jiuling smiled again: "Sorry, I won't be in the ring because I didn't register for the competition at all."
The voice fell, and the huge Jingwu Hall was suddenly deadly silent.
"Xiao Jiu, didn't participate in the competition?"
"I'm Cao, is this... okay?"
There was a commotion, everyone was dumbfounded.
Nima, this... also works
Although Deng Jiuling is now a palace master.
But to be the Lord of the Palace, it was just eating and waiting to die, there was nothing at all, the future of going to the top.
At this moment, the young man in white smiled stiffly, his handsome face was full of anger.
The white-clothed boy and the black-clothed boy were so stupid that they fought against Deng Jiuling and consumed a huge amount of infuriating energy.
But in the end, Deng Jiuling didn't participate in the competition
Pouch!
The white-clothed boy's throat was sweet, and he almost vomited blood.
Damn it!
This... is too exaggerated, right
When the white-clothed boy was depressed, Deng Jiuling spoke: "Fatty, go."
what
Hearing this, Xiao Yan was dumbfounded.
Damn it!
Is this... OK
"Now that the white-clothed man is at his weakest time, go up and get him a meal, don't kill him."
Standing with his hand, Deng Jiuling said lightly.
"Yes, boss!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up and he was immediately happy.
In fact, Xiao Yan didn't have any confidence in the battle against the two sons.
Although Little Fatty is the 9th Grade Grandmaster, he is also the Peak Grandmaster.
But the little fat man, like Yao Lao, likes refining medicine and doesn't like martial arts.
The martial arts realm of the little fat man was caused by the old medicine veteran using various precious medicinal materials, regardless of success, to hit him alive.
The body of the little fat man is almost a big medicinal material!
No matter the multiple injuries, the little fat man recovered quickly.
In terms of defense, among the disciples participating today, Little Fatty can rank in the top three.
But when it comes to attacks, the little fat guy is very ordinary.
But if you deal with a weak boy in white, the little fat guy is still confident.
"Shameless!" The white man was angry, his nose was green.
however!
Deng Jiuling did not violate the rules in doing so.
Under the gaze of everyone, the little fat man jumped onto the ring and said, "Little Bai, did you give in yourself or did you beat you up?"
"My son... I fought with you!"
Roar!
The white-clothed boy glared red eyes and rushed directly.
boom!
The little fat man flew a kick, and the white-clothed boy suddenly screamed, spraying a long line of blood in the void, and then fell to the ground.
Spike!
Even when the white boy fell to the ground, his legs broke.
"This battle, Xiao Yansheng."
Deacon Long's voice then resounded through the hall.
"According to the new rules, the white-clothed boy loses his qualifications for advancement."
Deacon Tiger's abusive voice sounded afterwards.
Deacon Tiger is Deng Jiuling's person, and he is naturally unhappy with the two sons.
Now that the young man in white is tragic, Deacon Tiger is naturally gloating and feels very funny.
This new rule was actually passed by the senior officials of Fuhutang and Jianglongtang, jumping up and down to promote the growth of the elders.
In fact, this new rule is very controversial among the sects.
But because behind the two princes, there was a Venerable.
Therefore, the group was silent about this matter.
But what no one thought was that at the beginning of the new rules, the boy in white would lose.
Moreover, it is still a spike!
Moreover, it was so useless.
"The son!"
The little slave holding the sword, with two disciples, carried away the young man in white on a stretcher.
"Xiao Jiu, my son remembers you, if I don't kill you in the future, I will swear not to be a man!"
Roar!
Before leaving, the white-clothed son pointed at Deng Jiuling excitedly with tears in his eyes.
If it wasn't for the injury, the white-clothed boy would definitely draw his sword and hack Deng Jiuling directly.
Quiet!
Deathly silence!
On the VIP table, Elder Fuhu's face flushed, and he wanted to find a place to get in.
What a shame Nima!
Today the young man in white failed his courtship, and even the contest was lost!
It is simply-ashamed!
"Brother Tiger, your brother, awesome!"
Elder Jiang Long grinned, his smiling mouth couldn't close.
"Humph!"
boom!
Kicked the stool to the ground with one foot, and the tiger elder turned away with a black face.
What a shame Nima!
The elder Tiger couldn't afford to lose this person, his face was black, and he rushed away.
The new rules were formulated by the Presbyterian Church and passed at the highest level.
Once established, it cannot be changed!
Regarding the matter of the white man, Elder Tiger was angry.
But at this moment, Elder Tiger had no choice but to leave.
Otherwise, it would be too shameful!
"Ruda, go up and challenge the black man." Deng Jiuling continued.
"Big brother, this... too shameless, right?" Ruda was taken aback when he heard the words, his face flushed.
"Your martial arts is not high, it is too difficult to get a good ranking, this is an opportunity, go ahead." Deng Jiuling said with a smile.
"Yes, boss!" Ruda nodded and jumped into the ring excitedly.
"Brother Black, please." Ruda said with a fist.
Pouch!
Staring blankly at Ruda on the ring, the black-clothed boy snorted, a mouthful of old blood gushing out, and he fell straight to the ground, and fainted directly.
please
I invite your sister please!
by!
The black-clothed son is the pinnacle master of the ninth stage, but he is provoked by a master of the seventh stage. Can you say he is not angry
"This battle, Ruda, win."
The cold voice of Deacon Long resounded through the audience in an instant.