Huo Ming, the saint son of the Little Thunder Temple on the Battle for Treasure Platform, glanced at everyone with the Thunder God Pattern and said, "Gourd Spirit Root, I'm going to settle!"

"If you want it, do you have to give it to you?"

A man with a black ghost mask spoke, and his voice was very gloomy, as if he came from hell. This man was the saint son of the Ghost Immortal Sect, Gui Qiao.

Huo Ming stared indifferently at Gui Qiao under the Battle of Treasure Stage and said coldly, "The ghost and evil technique of the Ghost Immortal Sect is indeed very powerful. But I sent the thunder method to restrain the ghost technique. You'd better think clearly and then come up. Don't forget to lose on the Battle of Treasure Stage once, and even if something better appears in the back, you won't be able to compete for it."

When Long Jiaoyang heard Huo Ming's words, he looked at the wordless stone tablet in his hand and asked, "Is there any such rule in the Battle for the Treasure Platform? Those who lost are not qualified to participate in the competition later?"

"Yes, the battle for the treasure platform is for the strong, and the loser is the loser, and he is not qualified to compete for the treasure." The stone tablet without words responded.

"I don't accept it. I was suppressed by the gourd spiritual root and lost, and I was not defeated by the people on the ring. This is too unfair." The Pig Heavenly King said in grief and anger.

"Defeat is defeat. This battle for treasure platform doesn't care how you lose." said the stone tablet without words.

The Holy Son of the Ghost Immortal Sect did not come on the stage immediately because what Huo Ming said was true. Thunder Dharma was born with a technique of restraining ghosts and evil spirits, and the possibility of his defeat after he went up was also extremely high.

"I'll meet you later." Saint Son Ning Hao flew up, his heroic figure, and attracted the attention of female cultivators.

"This man is so handsome. I wonder which force the sage son of the sage?"

"Looking at his outfit, he should be the Holy Son of a country." A girl with a beautiful spring stared at the python robe and cloak on the body of the Holy Son of Ning Hao and said.

"I know him. He is the Holy Son of Ning Hao of Ning Cang Kingdom and one of the most handsome Holy Sons in Cangzhou."

“…”

The discussions between the girls in Huaichun reached the ring.

Huo Ming, who was a normal-looking, looked at Ning Hao's Holy Son coldly and said, "Ning Hao, you'd better step down by yourself, otherwise you'll be ruined by me, and that would be a loss."

The Saint Son of Ning Hao was speechless and started to do it directly. He practiced the secret technique of the Ning royal family's ancestral secret technique of fighting against the Heavenly Immortal Art. This is a hard technique that is about to break the sky with great opening and closing. Lei Ming grabbed the sky with one hand and touched the earth with the other to outline the yin and yang thunder, forming the secret technique of the Thunder Temple that destroys the sky with thunder.

When Long Jiaoyang saw Huo Ming's secret technique, he immediately thought of the thunder flame in the Nine Profound World. This so-called small Thunder Temple is basically connected with the Thunder Temple.

The battle power of the Saint Son Ning Hao is not weak, and the Battle of the Heavenly Immortal Art is also very amazing, but his opponent is from the Little Thunder Temple. After a hundred rounds of battle, he began to be at a disadvantage and was suppressed very much.

"You can't do it, you are much worse than your brother Ning Xiang." Huo Ming said coldly, his thunder pattern and fairy energy merged into his body, and an endless sea of ​​thunder burst out directly and directly knocked the Holy Son of Ning Hao out of the arena.

The Holy Son of Ning Hao was defeated in blood and his expression was very ugly because Huo Ming mocked him for being worse than Ning Xiang.

"Son of Holy Son, how do you feel?" The God Son of Huo Zhu flew to the side of the Holy Son of Ning Hao and helped the Holy Son of Ning Hao up.

"This Holy Son of Huo Ming is so hateful!" Saint Son of Ning Hao said incredibly depressedly.

"Son of the Holy Son, let me go up and avenge you." The light flashed in the eyes of the God of Fire Zhu said.

Saint Son Ning Hao wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and did not agree, "You will only send him the gourd spiritual roots."

On the small mountain peak, the wordless stone tablet reminded, "Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, this man has won eight games in a row. In one game, the gourd spiritual roots are his. Aren't you going to play?"

"Go up, of course you have to go up." Long Jiaoyang nodded and used the time and space gate technique to come to the arena in one step.

Several other people who originally wanted to go to the ring stopped in mid-air.

At this time, someone went to the ring first, and it would be useless if the people behind him got on.

"Who is this person? Why are you so ignorant of the rules? Haven't you seen a few saints have moved?" Someone said dissatisfied.

"Who do you know him? If he was an ungrateful little man who went up and lost the gourd spiritual root directly to Huo Ming, I wouldn't agree."

"This... this person looks familiar... I remember that he walked across the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area Long Jiaoyang!" Someone recognized Long Jiaoyang's identity and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? The person who walked across the Shuanglong Bridge?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Jiaoyang. Long Jiaoyang came out of the Shuanglong Bridge in the middle of the night, and many people did not see his true appearance.

"He looks younger than Saint Son Ning Hao?" said a female cultivator.

"Yes, there is a domineering spirit on his body, giving me an indescribable sense of security."

"A man with clear water horns is more attractive than a handsome man."

“…”

Many female cultivators are commenting on Long Jiaoyang. The male cultivators have even more passionate eyes because they all know that Long Jiaoyang is an alchemist with shocking venom in his hands.

"Master Long is on the field, Huo Ming must be defeated." Seeing Long Jiaoyang appear on the field, the God of Fire Zhu said with great confidence.

The Holy Son of Ning Hao glared at the God of Huo Zhu and said, "Where do you see that Long Jiaoyang can win if he comes on the field?"

The Huozhu Godzi was speechless. He didn't know why he had such great confidence in Long Jiaoyang. Perhaps it was because he saw Long Jiaoyang breaking through the forbidden thunder sea of ​​Shuanglong Bridge, and believed that Long Jiaoyang was very strong.

Beside Saint Qin Yun, Xin Qian's guard's beautiful eyes lit up and said, "Saint, Master Long is on the ring. Do you think he can win?"

"I don't know, he is someone I can't see through." Saint Qin Yun's eyes were like water, and her eyes were circling on Long Jiaoyang.

"I think Master Long will win, he is the one who walks across the Shuanglong Bridge." Another woman guarding the saint was full of confidence.

On the treasure platform, Huo Ming from the Little Thunder Temple stared at Long Jiaoyang with a bad look. He had already won eight games. As long as he won another game, he could obtain the gourd spiritual roots. However, at this time, an unfathomable person came up.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, you have successfully walked across the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area of ​​Tiandi Village. You must have gained a lot. Can you not compete with me for this gourd spiritual root?" Huo Ming from the Little Thunder Temple tried to maintain harmony and smiled.

Long Jiaoyang looked up at the gourd spiritual roots above the treasure platform. He sensed a prenatal aura that surged down from it, invading his body, and then this power was transformed into a suppressive force.

Long Jiaoyang immediately activated the extreme stars, allowing it to emit more immortal blood and pour into his bloodline. Then Long Jiaoyang suddenly felt that the suppression power of the gourd spiritual roots on him disappeared. This gourd spiritual root would have suppressed the power of the Pig Heavenly King before, because the Pig Heavenly King did not have the bloodline of the Immortal Blood.

"The bloodline cannot determine strength. If you want to find the master of the Immortal Blood Bloodline, I have to intercept the Hu." Long Jiaoyang silently stared at the gourd spiritual roots and said in his heart that he secretly said.
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