"Hmph, the devil's disciple is indeed not a good thing!"

Seeing a strange donkey making a big splash, all the cultivators in the field were so angry that their noses were crooked, especially those Taoist dynasties and ancient families in China. They originally planned to fight for the foundation-building realm and let their juniors compete for it and show off. That's good. All the limelight was snatched by the monster donkey. So why would they snatch it? They knew they were out of the way because they didn't want their children to lose to a donkey. Therefore, many Taoist dynasties, who originally planned to let their children fight, simply retreated and let the monster donkey go to the field to make trouble...

However, this monster donkey was the disciple of the devil. After all, it made everyone in the field think of the little devil who could not be seen every day. Because of the previous incidents in the little fairy world and the Demon Abyss, there was a complicated grudge between the little devil. According to the intention of Shenzhou, he even issued a secret ban to prevent people from mentioning the little devil, so that he could be forgotten as soon as possible. However, this donkey made such a big fuss in the martial arts event, which made the little devil's reputation suddenly sound again, which was contrary to the wishes of Shenzhou. ≧

"But the third ring is about to begin!"

Someone also whispered: "A new legend is about to be born, suppressing all enemies, like the beginning of the sun, making the stars dim!"

Such a sentence makes the minds of all cultivators in China relax slightly.

Although the rise of Fusu's young master also made the ancient family in the Central Region feel a little unhappy, at least, it is acceptable in comparison. After all, before this, if anyone was the most famous person in the world, then he would not think about it except the little devil Fang Xing. Especially in the last battle of this devil, he defeated the seven masters of China alone, which made his reputation spread far and wide.

Since that war, although the little devil has died, his popularity has not diminished for a while, and even overshadowed the young Situ of Fuyao Palace, who has always been known as the number one junior in China. More importantly, this matter was because Shenzhou wanted to sacrifice him, so his name would be a stain on the reputation of the ancient family in China, the more famous his reputation became, the more face the ancient family in China would be!

Instead of covering up this through some information blocking or even turning the truth, it is better to bring out a new genius as soon as possible, let his light overwhelm the devil, and then make all the cultivators in the world of cultivation forget that devil as soon as possible...

The Yuan family Fusu should be able to do this!

The third ring has been prepared for perfection. Compared with the first two rings, the venue is undoubtedly wider and the power of the ban runes is stronger!

At this time, many people looked at the young master Fusu of the Yuan family, but this person was sitting cross-legged on Xiaohua Peak, beside the old immortal of the Yuan family, his eyes were drooping, his aura was not revealed, and he looked like he was not surprised by favors and disgraces. The countless surprise or enthusiastic gazes of people around him seemed to turn a blind eye, but he just kept his heart, his wind was light and clouds were quiet, and he had a kind of escape style of a legitimate immortal, and he was outstanding!

However, what disappointed Zhu Xiu was that the young master Fusu did not step onto the ring as soon as possible and showed his invincible style. Instead, a tall man appeared in the arena. This person was neither a saint's disciple of the Taoist temple nor a master secretly cultivated by the small fairy world. The white robe was empty and there was no bright seal. He looked like a casual cultivator...

This is a bit puzzled. Who among the cultivators in the world has not heard some tricks from the rules of the third strike of Fuyao Palace? This third strike is actually prepared for the disciples of saints. Under the lifespan of the three Jiazi, they can establish themselves as high as the cultivation world, and even the Nascent Soul is invincible. Apart from the 100 disciples of the saints in the temple of the strife, who can reach such an amazing state?

And this man, or a casual cultivator, did he get the courage to enter the third stage?

Do you bring shame to yourself?

"Hehe, old man, can you still open the market?"

Between the mountains and forests, someone was already gathering in front of the old man who was telling fortunes and teasing him.

"Open it, of course, who do you want to buy?"

The old man who was telling fortunes was lazy and had a bunch of magic tricks on his back, all of which were the gains from this morning.

"Everyone says you are a god-dog. Someone wants to ask, who will win the battle between this casual cultivator and the disciples of the saints in the temple?"

Zhu Xiu asked with a smile, and someone was thinking about asking the old man to pay for it.

"Hehe, I bet this casual cultivator win..."

The old man's eyes were so slight and he smiled and opened his mouth.

The cultivators were overjoyed and rushed up to take a big gamble. At this moment, the confrontation had already begun on the ring. They were a disciple from Penglai Immortal Island in the East Region of Shenzhou, and also a saint disciple who was included in the Taoist temple by the saints. All the cultivators rushed forward, rushing to buy the saint disciples to win. The scene was in chaos for a while, and many people were looking at the spirit of the old fortune teller.

However, the battle between the fields quickly surprised them!

The saint disciples were indeed extraordinary. They took action and controlled three fire dragons, showing amazing fire magic, and wanted to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

But the casual cultivator opposite him was calm and fought with Fang Tian Hua Ji alone, stepped on him, and slapped his halberd across...

"Bang!"

In the shocked eyes of the cultivators, the saint's disciples blew blood and fell off the arena, unable to stand up.

Everyone was shocked and silent!

How could the disciples of saints be so unhealthy?

Even if this boy is only one of the weakest cultivation in the Taoist temples of the various scholars, he shouldn't have been beaten to the point of being beaten like this, right?

"Lu Fengxian, a certain family, is willing to challenge the disciples of the saints with his painting halberd. Who dares to fight me?"

But at this moment, the tall man in the field waved the Fang Tian Painting Ridge and shouted at the surrounding void. He had a hint of sadness on his face, as if he was holding anger between his chest and abdomen. This loud shout was even more determined. The momentum of his body shook away the flowing clouds in the air. He seemed to be much taller, standing proudly in the middle, challenging the enemies from all directions!

"Lu Fengxian, that man is the abandoned son of the Lu family. Lu Fengxian, who was once named invincible?"

All the cultivators around were shocked, and some people remembered the abandoned son of the Lu family who was once famous.

Looking at the casual cultivator, the old fortune teller smiled and muttered to himself: "This guy seems to have suffered a lot..."

"Bold, dare to offend the divine power of all the men's temples?"

After that loud shout, someone soon came on stage again. He was also a saint disciple in the Taoist temple of the Taoist temple. He came from Bai Yujing, the southern region of Shenzhou, carrying a long sword. He was obviously angry with the words of the abandoned son of the Lu family. In Shenzhou, the Taoist temple of the Taoist temple can be said to be extremely sacred, and these saint disciples are all proud of their own identities, and of course they cannot be contemptuous of others...

"What kind of Taoist temple, the genius in the world, a casual cultivator in a certain family, who are you afraid of?"

Lu Fengxian didn't say much to him at all. He shouted loudly, held a halberd in both hands, and rushed up rumbled.

A halberd spread across the sky, and his aura was overwhelming. He didn't even care about how his opponent responded, and directly hit him with violent force.

"Kala"

The opponent had just sacrificed his magic weapon, but he didn't even urge the divine power in it, and was knocked down to the arena by the halberd and treasures.

Kill the enemy with one blow, and the power is imposing.

Whether it is the cultivators of the Shenzhou or other Taoist priests around him, they were shocked by this person. It can be seen that this person's cultivation is just the Mahayana of Jindan, and he must have entered the realm of killing me, but his cultivation is definitely not as high as his opponents, but his strength is infinite and invincible. More importantly, this person looks full of resentment. Every attack is made, with all his strength without leaving any way out, which makes him almost pass the power of his own realm and directly hit the opponent off the ring as soon as he takes action.

If we fight for life and death, the opponent may still have the possibility of winning a game, but in the ring, we can't go on stage and fight again, right?

"Hahahaha, the saint disciples are just like this. Lu is here, who else dares to fight me?"

After defeating two opponents in succession, Lu Fengxian stood on the field, waved Fang Tian Hua Ji, and shouted angrily to the surroundings.

"Don't be rampant, I'll fight you!"

After a while of silence, someone shouted loudly and rushed to the stage, but it was not a disciple of the saint, but a true teaching of another great Taoist sect.

"roll!"

Lu Fengxian shouted loudly, and his heavy halberd swept across the sky, sweeping away the mountains.

He seemed to be full of anger and came here to vent his anger. He was ruthless in his actions. In less than half an hour, he actually lost eight opponents in a row. These eight people, including disciples of saints and true Taoism, can be said to be all ordinary people, but under his square sky painting halberd, there was no general of three. Everyone was shattered by him and smashed the magic power mercilessly, and lost all face...

"There has been enough of the show, so let me take you off the stage..."

Finally, a first-class master couldn't sit still. With a cold shout, he stepped onto the stage and turned out to be the son of the Meng family of the ancient family in the Central Region.

"Then come!"

When Lu Fengxian looked at this person, he did not see that the ancient family should have solemnity and awe, and it was as if it was no different from the invincible person. As soon as the other party stepped into the ring, he rushed forward with a halberd. Fang Tian's painting halberd crossed the void and tore a huge hole in the void. It was like a black lightning bolt, and rumbling at the son of the Meng family who was a hundred feet away.

"There is a brute force..."

The son of the Meng family was slightly surprised, took a step back, pinched the marks with both hands, and set up a series of patterns to block the attack.

After a deep shout, he was about to take the opportunity to fight back, but unexpectedly, after Lu Fengxian's attack, the second attack followed.

boom!

This attack was even heavier. The son of the Meng family was surprised that he could only shut his mouth, take a hard blow, and take a step back.

"Come again!"

Lu Fengxian roared, followed by the third strike, with no time to breathe and coagulate in the middle.

The Meng family's God's face was solemn, and he could only force his magic power, take another blow, and take two steps back.

But he didn't expect that Lu Fengxian was not forgiving others, and he followed one blow one after another, and each blow was as powerful as a mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the nine strategies, he had retreated to the edge of the ring, his face was pale and terrifying, and he felt aggrieved. However, Lu Fengxian became more and more brave as he fought. He thundered and smashed over with a stern. His power was heavier than the previous sterns. The son of the Meng family roared with a muffled roar, and his power exploded, exerting all his magic power, breaking up Lu Fengxian's Fangtian Painted Ridge, but he could no longer stand firm and fell off the ring.

Win another battle, and have won nine consecutive victories!

The cultivators around him were already shocked, with surprise and confusion on their faces.

Lu Fengxian was so arrogant that he shouted loudly: "What kind of Taoist temples and saints are praised so high, but there is no real genius. It's just a pity that the only opponent worthy of Lu's attention cannot be on this arena..."

After saying that, his face turned pale, he took a bottle of wine from his arms and poured it down on the ring.
Chapter completed!