I have to say that Gu Yuntong still has methods. He had a string of blood beads in his hand. After he dispersed the blood beads, each blood bead became extremely huge, instantly blocking all Xiao Hei's shadow demon attack.

However, Zhu Mingtong was not only attacking Xiao Hei. He smiled coldly, turned the blessing spirit ring, strengthening Gu Yun Tong Blood Refining Bead Defense. Xiao Hei was constantly attacking and entangling Gu Yun Tong.

A minute later, Xiao Hei used his old trick again. This time Gu Yuntong still used the blood refining beads to block it, but this time, the defense effect of the blood refining beads suddenly disappeared. Gu Yuntong was shocked and hurriedly came to block it.

But it was too late. Xiao Hei's body attack was stronger. When Gu Yungong was tired of dealing with it, he took Gu Yuntong to shoot the martial arts stage with one claw under his feet.

Xiao Hei's claws were extremely sharp, and the wound on Gu Yuntong's chest was deep and bones were visible, and he was dripping blood. He had fainted.

"Save people, save people quickly!"

Someone shouted, and there seemed to be a few Gu Yuntong's friends in the stands, and they immediately came to treat Gu Yuntong. One of them glared at Zhu Mingtong fiercely, but he could only scold Zhu Mingtong, and he could not do anything.

Some people in the stands had a rainbow of momentum, but at the moment when Gu Yuntong failed, the wildness in his eyes immediately became quiet, as if it had been very quiet from the beginning.

The entire martial arts stadium was much quieter, and there were only some washing words saying something, but they didn't dare to shout Zhu Mingtong out loud.

Elder Changming's half-closed eyes slightly opened. He could see that Zhu Mingtong's magic power had been consumed after 14 consecutive victories. Moreover, his trump cards were almost used. Next, if you only need a more powerful master to go up among the casual cultivators, be careful to be on Zhu Mingtong's secret moves, and there is no problem to win Zhu Mingtong.

The 14 people in a row have already lost all their faces in the free cultivator world. The most important thing is that Zhu Mingtong is also a little god in the heavenly court that he has never looked at indirectly in the casual cultivator world.

Elder Changming didn't want to lose his fate in the world of scattered cultivators, and he didn't want to make things happen. If the treasure fighting conference was held in the future, the gods and gods in the heavenly court came to make trouble one by one, wouldn't it be a mess?

He could see that Zhu Mingtong was carrying two spirit beasts and had at least five magic weapons on him. It was not that he was so awesome about these magic weapons, but that he could combine these magic weapons to cause the greatest damage at the most appropriate time, forming an extremely powerful set of tricks that made the casual cultivators unable to defend themselves.

What surprised him even more was that Zhu Mingtong seemed to know what moves the other party was going to use. From the moment he came on stage, he understood what moves the other party had. It can be said that even ordinary magic weapons could beat the other party without any chance of winning.

However, the only thing Elder Changming didn't understand was how Zhu Mingtong saw through the enemy's tricks.

Elder Changming hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhu Mingtong, who was exhausted on the ring and said, "My Moon Evil Master, let's stop here."

Zhu Mingtong was stunned, as if he hadn't understood the meaning of Elder Changming? Could it be that this elder has the right to speak at the Treasure Conference? Isn't he the mysterious housekeeper of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace?

"Your strength has surprised the world of wandering cultivators. Indeed, the world of wandering cultivators now knows nothing about the heavenly court system, but it does not mean that there is no master in the world of wandering cultivators who can defeat you. You must know that many masters are disdainful to participate in these competitions." Elder Changming said.

It turns out that this old guy wants to give Zhu Mingtong a step forward.

Zhu Mingtong was unhappy and said, "Do you think I want to prove anything? Do you think I am proof for the Heavenly Court, or am I looking for something to exist?" Zhu Mingtong's eyes turned and looked at Lan Long in the stands who was already shocked and speechless.

Zhu Mingtong didn't want to show off anything at the Treasure Conference, nor did he stand here to crush the world of casual cultivators. Instead, he just wanted to recognize his own strength. In the eyes of the gods in the Heavenly Court, he was a civilian official, and he didn't even draw any decent offensive magic weapons and magic tricks in the magic weapon pool.

Every time he encounters an enemy, he feels it is difficult to deal with it. If he doesn't need to fight face to face, he may not be able to beat the gods in the heavenly court. In terms of the combat effectiveness of Luo Jun and Li Xiaobai, he is simply a thousand miles away from him. If he doesn't know his combat effectiveness and does not improve himself, he will suffer a great loss one day.

He just wants to prove himself, and even challenge himself.

At first he had the mentality of fighting casually, but as he fought, he found that the calm blood and passion in his heart were surging. The more he fought, the braver he became, the more passionate he became. He didn't want to be a black moon elder who was looked down upon, nor did he want to be despised by any contempt.

Thinking of his mortal body, Zhu Xiaoming, who could win Yan Sisi in the future, quit his school job without hesitation and started his own entrepreneurial journey. He worked until two or three o'clock every day, and from the beginning he could not find anything, he gradually found a way out. He usually despises Zhu Xiaoming, but he found that despising Zhu Xiaoming was despising himself. He was also cold-eyed and ridiculed in the eyes of the gods in the heavenly court. Even the small land of Nanhe Town could shy his face.

Zhu Xiaoming knows how to work hard. As a "parent", he doesn't know how to work hard and make progress.

He was not trying to challenge the entire world of casual cultivators, but to prove that he was not a coward in the mouth of others, that's all.

"Your mana consumption is almost the same. If someone comes out to challenge you, it will definitely not be as easy to deal with by those people before, unless you don't want to leave here safely." Elder Changming said.

"Old man, you're talking nonsense, hurry up and call the next one to play. If there is no one, hurry up and announce the winner!" Zhu Mingtong said impatiently.

Mo Fan is in a very irritable and fanatical state. He enjoys this passionate and passionate state. This is a feeling he has never seen since he became a god. Perhaps he shouldn't be a Black Moon Old from the beginning. He should have used his sword to travel around the world like Li Xiaobai, punish evil, and be a hero, and develop a whole range of skills.

"Hmph, you can overestimate yourself. God Luo, come and challenge him!" Elder Changming's eyes ruthlessly and suddenly shouted loudly.

After Elder Changming called out this name, the audience in the stands changed their faces and exclaimed.

The God of Luo may not be the strongest among the young people in the entire casual cultivator world, but he is definitely the most prestigious among the young people, and he is so handsome that he is the prince charming in the minds of many female cultivators, and even many female casual cultivators challenge the God of Luo, not to beat him, but to see his style. Even if you stand face to face, you can make countless women blush and heartbeat.

Originally, such a silly behavior should not have occurred in the world of casual cultivators. In fact, there are really many women in the world of casual cultivators doing this.
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