Dangdang...
In the silent dark night, with the bright moon in the sky and the breeze blowing across his face, Zhuo Fan sat quietly in the small broken house where he had just settled, closing his eyes lightly, and a pinch of blue flame on his forehead was burning.
This was the Qingyan that Kunpeng gave him in his early years. At first he didn't know what it would do, but after Kunpeng raised some points, he discovered that it was the most precious treasure for refining gods.
At this moment, he is refining the soul with this flame, and its essence and strength are growing like a flying one.
However, just at this moment, a noisy bell ringing suddenly passed into his ears, causing him to frown, and the blue flame on his forehead immediately extinguished.
"Zhuo Fan, Zhuo Fan, get up quickly and gather..." An old voice rang out in a hurry. After a short while, when the door was knocked open, Yuan Lao ran in in a hurry and said nothing. , Pulled Zhuo Fan up and ran out.
Zhuo Fan was taken aback, not knowing why: "Old Yuan, what happened, so anxious?"
"Hey, you just came, don't know, this is the two adults calling all the handyman disciples to gather, and you must rush away as soon as possible. If it is late, your life will not be saved!" Yuan old shook his beard unconsciously, his eyes exuding surprise The color of fear.
Zhuo Fan was startled, and even more puzzled: "Two adults? Isn't this handy house under your control?"
"Hey, the old man is just a nominal stewardship. In this world, the strong are respected everywhere. Look at the bone-forging realm of the old man, can he be the king and hegemony!" Yuan Lao took Zhuo Fan and ran quickly. , Shook his head with a wry smile.
Zhuo Fan knew it well, and it seemed that there were also local snakes in it. However, he didn't worry at all. The dragon could hardly crush the snake, just because the dragon was not strong enough. A dragon like him, but a soaring dragon that can pierce the sky through the sky, even if it is an earth-headed snake that dares to provoke him, he has to bow his head to him, hum...
With a cold smile, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal, and following the pulling of Old Yuan, he trot all the way to follow.
Soon, the two of them came to the deepest corner of the handyman's house. At the foot of the mountain, there was a one-person-sized black hole. Looking at it from a distance, it was bottomless.
Scattered, people coming from all directions are gradually walking inside.
When Old Yuan saw it, he couldn't help but patted his thigh and said: "Oh, oh, there are so many people, most of them must have gone in, we are late!"
"So what, isn't there anyone here? Are we the last one?" Zhuo Fan asked nonchalantly when he raised his brows.
However, Old Yuan shook his head with a wry smile: "You can come a little later, but you can't be late even half a minute!"
As he said, he hurriedly pulled Zhuo Fan and squeezed into the hole.
As soon as I entered the cave, when the fire blazed into the sky, rows of fire candles spread out on both sides of the cave, illuminating the passage. Everyone walked quickly along this passage, and it was about a quarter of an hour before they saw a brighter fire.
Looking up, it turned out to be a wide hall dug out among the mountains, with a radius of tens of miles. Everyone stood in the middle of the hall, tens of thousands of people, all raised their heads and looked at the two standing on the high platform in front.
One of them was a woman, but half of her face was tattooed with a purple-black scorpion picture, and her eyes exuded a sinister color. The powerful aura of the whole body was exposed, and he was actually a triple powerhouse.
The other person was a burly man with a black robe and a sneer at the corner of his mouth. From the faintly radiating aura, Zhuo Fan can also tell that this is a master of the four levels of magical photos!
"Unexpectedly, the handyman's room is also a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Zhuo Fan nodded slightly and chuckled.
Old Yuan pulled La Zhuofan's sleeve slightly, and said cautiously: "They were all inner disciples before, and they were punished into the handyman's room because of a big mistake. They are ruined in this life. So their tempers are not very good. You had better not provoke it lightly. Although there are four deacons behind you to take care of them, there are also elders behind them, so don’t just ask for death..."
"Old man Yuan, why didn't you come up when you came, what are you muttering?" At this moment, there was a rough shout, and everyone looked up, but they saw that it was the big man with a fierce face on the high platform.
Old man Yuan shrank his neck unconsciously, gave Zhuo Fan another wink, and ran all the way up the high platform, smiling flatteringly: "The two adults are sorry, the old man is late today, and I hope to forgive me!"
"Huh, old man, if it weren’t for your old man’s poor quality and poor aptitude, I would definitely use your old man to practice exercises, your legs and feet are getting slower and slower!" He glared hard at him, and the big man screamed in anger. road.
Old Yuan nodded repeatedly and smiled flatly: "Thank you, Mr. Kuilang for not killing, ha ha ha..."
"Okay, get the roster soon, I'm going to count the number of people!" He gave him a hard look, and Kui Lang cursed: "I am immortal, cheap bones, use you old fellow to practice exercises, I am afraid that I will be tainted. Gongfa!"
"Yeah, yeah, ha ha ha..." Yuan Lao kept nodding and bowing, with a look of shame, and handed a booklet to Kui Lang casually.
Taking it over and taking a closer look, Kui Lang began to give his name: "Li Ergou, Hua Tieshu..."
Kui Lang's voice was so loud that it shook everyone's ears in the presence of pain, and seemed to demonstrate his skill. After everyone heard it, they hurriedly raised their hands and shouted, for fear that they would slow down and be implicated by his anger.
At the end, everyone had finished their names one by one. Kui Lang turned the roster to the end, and when he was about to close it habitually, he suddenly frowned and said softly, "Here is another newcomer." Is that right, Zhuo Fan!"
"Yes!" Zhuo Fan slowly raised his hand, noncommittal.
Kui Lang glanced at him deeply, but sneered: "Hey hey... Since it's a newcomer, you have to make a rule first..."
"No, no, no... Master Kui, be merciful!" However, at this moment, Old Yuan waved his hand hurriedly, stopped, and pleaded: "Master Kui, this master is covered by four deacons, Qian I urge you to take good care of him. If you hurt him, I can't explain it here!"
With a cold smile, Kui Lang didn't care at all, clenched his fists in both hands, and made a creaking sound: "Huh, what if there are deacons covered by it, I'm still an elder behind me. When you come here, you have to abide by the rules here!"
"Kui Ye, this time is different. The four deacons valued this very seriously, and they threatened to go to the suzerain to be fair to him. Think about it, do the elders behind you care about you so much?" Ran around, Yuan Lao reminded carefully.
He couldn't help but stagnate, Kui Lang thought carefully.
They were all people who were abandoned by the sect. Even the former masters saw that they had no future, and they stopped interfering with them. Life and death were left. The only advantage is that I can go to the old place to visit Master at any time and get some small favors.
However, it is impossible to let the master stand out for him.
If those four deacons really value this Zhuo Fan so much, and even risked the risk of confronting the Sect Master and interceding for him, then if something goes wrong with him, they will definitely stand for him.
He doesn't want to mess with the deacon of the Zongmen!
"Kui Lang, since this kid is so valued, the background must not be simple, it's better not to cause trouble!" At this time, the woman gave Zhuo Fan a deep look and reminded her.
Nodding slightly, Kui Lang took a deep breath, finally lowering his fist.
There is no need to attract a swarm of bees for a drop of honey!
Thinking about this, Kui Lang's eyes moved slightly, his expression solemn again, and he said loudly: "Today ring the bell to call everyone to gather, not for anything else, just for one thing. Today, the Shura Field is open again, and only the winner can Get out from here!"
"what?"
Unconsciously startled, everyone was shocked and called out again and again, "What kidding, isn't the Shura Field open every three years? It's only half a year now, how could it..."
With a cold snort of disdain, Kui Langyou quietly said: "Whether it is three years or six months, it is actually the same. Only the strong can survive to the end. The losers can only be used as materials to contribute to the sect. Now, it is in this cave. Inside, as soon as the bell rings, it starts to fight, and as soon as the bell stops, it stops immediately, do you hear it?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone became more panicked, but they were not prepared at all.
They thought that there would be some arrangements for this rally, such as which elder was celebrating his birthday again, so they could make preparations. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the Shura field.
Is there not enough training material for this disciple in the sect
When Old Yuan saw it, he glanced at Zhuo Fan and was also very anxious. He begged the two of them: "Kui Ye, Na Zhuo Fan is a newcomer. He hasn't seen the cruelty of Shura Field yet. Can you accommodate? Don't let him participate. Up?"
"Huh, the rules are the rules. Even if I look at the deacon, I don't bother him, but the Shura Field is a rule that every handyman disciple must abide by. If he doesn't abide by it, how will I serve the public in the future?" With a cold snort, Kui Lang flatly refused.
The woman took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and faintly said: "Old man Yuan, don't worry too much. That kid, Tianxuan's sixth level cultivation base, is considered strong among this group of handyman disciples, and he will definitely survive. Last!"
Kui Lang glanced at Zhuo Fan and nodded slightly.
It seems that they are not disregarding the deacon behind Zhuo Fan, they just let him go after knowing that he must be okay.
After figuring this out, Old Yuan also nodded slightly and let out a sigh of relief.
"Ghost face Raksha, Yueling; Black face Yama, Kuilang, I fuck your grandma!"
Suddenly, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and one of the crowd suddenly pointed at the two people on the stage and yelled: "Don't think I don't know, Zongmen didn't ask for the collection of exercise materials at all. This time the outer disciples entered the house. The sect competition is about to begin. You are just collecting materials for your sister and son. I'm going to seduce you for your own sake, and I will go to the sect to sue you!"
As soon as the voice fell, the man soared into the air and flew out of the cave in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Kui Lang smiled coldly, his eyes condensed suddenly, and a black wind suddenly rushed towards the man. With a touch, the person suddenly felt a pain in his head, a spurt of blood, and instantly fainted and fell to the ground.
When everyone saw it, they all trembled.
When Zhuo Fan saw it, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought to himself.
The soul attacked, but his soul power was extremely domineering, and it should be related to the cultivation technique. It seems that some wicked technique was used to cultivate the primordial spirit so fiercely.
Turning his head and looking at everyone present, Zhuo Fan immediately understood that there are so many training materials, no wonder... But... it will not be good for him in the future!
A wise light flashed in his eyes, Zhuo Fan smiled and shook his head.
At this moment, when there was a soft sound, Nakui Wolf had already rang the bronze bell beside him, and looked at everyone below, and said coldly: "The Shura Field is open, those who dare to escape, kill them..."