Chapter 48 The Power of the Old man
The thin old man stagnated and stared at the heart fire with gloomy eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"Well, this is an exchange event. Don't bring disputes between sects here!" A middle-aged man in a purple dress with a purple sword on his chest came out to round the way.
"Yu Jian, the first person of the young generation, Jianchen, is in awe of my disciples!" An old man with an unsheathed sword printed on the purple clothes stared at the sword coldly and said coldly.
The imperial sword turned his eyes to the old man and said in a low voice, "Is it? Fuganzi, your Jiangangzhenmen lost to Jianganmen last time, and this year is still the same!"
The old man sneered, but did not answer.
The people in purple around them did not dare to breathe and sat there upright, daring to take the words of the six patriarchs of the top sects in the central world.
On this empty floor, a burly middle-aged man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, swept over the six masters of the big faction, and shouted in a rude voice, "Are you six endless? What's the use of chirning here? If you have the ability, let's fight now!"
As the suzerain of the six sects of the central world, he looked at the burly middle-aged man at the same time, and his eyes flashed. Among them, the master of the magic refining sect stared at the burly man coldly and sneered, "Fight, you'd better take good care of your power!"
"Yo? Do you still want to move one of my forces? Believe it or not, I will let you lie down in front of your disciples of the Magic Gate now?
Xiu Mo Ning, his eyes stared at the fierce battle, and his eyes were full of murderousness, but it only flashed away and regained his composure. He didn't say anything. His eyes looked coldly at the lower fists tightly, the blue veins on his forehead burst, and the magic cloud full of war...
Huo De, who was floating in the air, nodded with satisfaction and immediately said again, "The third person can get the fifth-order spiritual sword refined by Huode."
The disciples below were shocked, and their faces were full of excitement. Some disciples clenched their fists, blue veins on their foreheads burst out, and the fifth-order spiritual sword? I'm afraid that even the suzerains of ordinary sects can only stop! Above the fifth-level middle grade is the fairy artifact!! Rumor has it that the power of fairy weapons is extremely terrible, and there are only a few fairy weapons in the whole central world!
Huo De smiled indifferently and immediately said again, "The second place, choose any kind of five-grade yellow-level skills or attack formulas in any line!"
Some disciples' eyes were stunned, and their eyes burst into excitement and trembling light. Five-grade Huangjie Gang skills? That's enough to become the treasure of the general sect! And it's still arbitrary. Everyone knows that whether it's the five elements, what kind of attribute disciple, the skill of cultivation depends on the physique. For example, if a disciple practices a certain skill of Tuxing, then all the skills of Tuxing can be learned, but the premise is that your cultivation is enough to practice! However, although it can't be practiced at this time, it can be practiced when the cultivation arrives in the future. As for the attack formula, it is the secret of the monk, which is the same as the skill.
All the disciples were excited, and their eyes were congested to look at the Huode suzerain in the air. Lei Jiang's body, standing behind the ground occupied by the Sword Gate, not only trembled, but also the Refinery Sect was really a well-deserved big deal! It's not that Lei Jiang has never seen the five-pin skills. He has seen it in the library of Jianangmen, but those are all remnants, but the remnants and the finished ones are two different concepts.
The purple rhyme on one side lightly swept the disciples with congested eyes around him and sighed slightly. His eyes slowly turned to stare at the thunder in the air, which was very complicated.
"The first one can choose any one from the treasure house and the library of our Refinery sect."
Huo De's words were thrown into the crowd like a bomb. Countless disciples' eyes were hot, which caused restlessness. Many disciples were eager to fight now.
Compared with the rewards of the second and third places, the rewards of the first place undoubtedly make anyone excited. Even the suzerains of several sects are also excited. The refinery sect has been passed down for countless years. Among them, the accumulated treasures and the collected skills and formulas are enough to make anyone's hearts flutter. In the empty plain on the cliff, its The eyes of several old men in purple were trembling, and their hearts were even more excited and nervous. If the disciples of their own sect can win the first place, then it is enough to make the overall strength of their sect closer to several levels!
Lei Can's throat rolled, his eyes condensed, bursting into a firm light, and he would get it no matter what! Lei Qiang plans to understand the Tianjiu style as soon as he has time. Only by understanding the ninth style can Lei Qiang be sure to enter the top three!
In the whole central world, all the talented disciples of all major schools clenched their fists, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit and excitement. Every other disciple left by Huode was completely crazy.
Huo De nodded with satisfaction, and his rosy face was even more warm. Immediately, Huo De said loudly, "For the fairness of the game. The competition list will be drawn by you!" As Huo De's voice fell to the ground, a huge transparent box fell from the sky and fell to the ground. Lei Cang faintly saw the transparent box containing thumb-sized bamboo. It should be the serial number.
"Now, take your own numbers!" Huo Dewen said with a smile.
The disciples on the ground, who had long been stirred by fire and virtue, came in an instant. In less than half an hour, the transparent box was suddenly empty.
"Now, you have the corresponding number in your hands, and there will be two disciples with the same number in their hands, and the disciple like you is your opponent!" Huo De's face suddenly became serious, his eyes burst into light, and he shouted in a low voice, "Now, the exchange meeting officially begins!" Please get the players from No. 1 to No. 10 to enter the ring!"
There are a total of ten exchanges in this exchange conference, which will be held at the same time! Ten middle-aged men in red sat on the edge of the ring.
Lei Gan looked at the bamboo and wood in his hand and found that he had nine hundred and ninety-nine. He smiled indifferently in his heart. He didn't know which Taoist friend would become his opponent. Ziyun has left here. For these competitions, Ziyun naturally doesn't like it. If it weren't for Lei Can, I'm afraid Ziyun wouldn't have come to the Refinery sect at all.
Soon there were 20 disciples, holding bamboo and wood, and their faces appeared on the ring with strange facial expressions. As soon as they went to the ring, a boundary enveloped each ring.
To Lei Gang's surprise, the magic cloud of the magic practice is also on the ring, and it is also the number one in the ring. What is hostile to the magic cloud is a young man in black, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, an ordinary face, and a broken sword printed on his chest. I don't know if it is a disciple of that sect. Looking at the magic cloud, there is a strange beast on his chest, and a magic cloud hand. The epee he held swallowed his saliva. His face was extremely strange, and his body trembled a little. The shadow of the famous tree and the power of the magic practice were enough to make the disciples except the Seven Sects awe, but after thinking for a moment, he stiffened his scalp and stared at the gloomy magic cloud on his face.
"Broken door, sword!" The youth newspaper published his own name.
"Magic Alchemy Gate, Magic Cloud!"
"Hung..." As soon as the boundary came out, it was the beginning of the competition. The magic cloud sneered and rushed to the disciple like a cheetah with a heavy sword. The pupils of Qi Jian shrank, and he only felt the terrible power covering him. He watched the magic cloud rush, but Qi Jian was the realm of the master. He quickly sacrificed his spiritual sword and faced the magic cloud. .
"Bbang..." The magic cloud swept away, the sound of gold and iron crossing exploded, and the boundary waves fluctuated, and Qi Jian's body flew backwards in an instant and hit the boundary. The spiritual sword in his hand had broken into fragments, suddenly spit out blood and was unconscious...
The first scene ended in an instant. Thousands of disciples looked at the gloomy magic clouds angrly, with more awe in their eyes.
The other nine disciples in the ring looked at the battle between Moyun and Qi Jian before they began to end. They swallowed their saliva one by one, and their faces became extremely strange. They sighed in their hearts that they were not compared with Moyun. They looked at the blood lying on the ground and the unconscious sword. Countless disciples swallowed at the same time. Mouth water.
"Magic Lianmen, Mo Yunsheng, No. 11 please go to the ring!" The middle-aged man in red in the No. 1 ring opened his eyes and shouted loudly, and his eyes looked at the magic cloud with surprise. Moyun curled his eyes and lay on the life and death of Qi Jian on the ground. His eyes slowly moved to the crowd below, and finally stayed on Lei Gan's body for a moment. He smiled evilly at the corners of his mouth and walked down the ring.
"It's so strong!" Lei Kang whispered in his heart that Mo Yun defeated the enemy with one move, and he was also a disciple of the realm of the master. Lei Kang thought he couldn't do it. The best of the young generation of the six sects stared at the magic cloud that slowly walked down the ring one by one, and their faces turned extremely strange. Some disciples noticed the eyes of Moyun under the ring and followed Moyun's eyes to Lei Gan, all of whom were very suspicious. That look is obviously provocative. Who is this boy? How can it make Moyun provoke?
Lei Can slowly withdrew from the crowd. In this way, I'm afraid he won't play today. It's better to go back to understand the ninth ceremony. Many disciples who got bamboo trees saw their numbers behind and left one after another. Looking at the comparison of other disciples, they were full of fighting spirit but nervous, and they were not happy to sharpen their guns.
Walking on the road, Lei Gang thought about how to win in the war gathered by this genius. At this time, he refined the bone yellow level, the Xuanjie of Gangshi, and the strength of the Xuanjie of the Gangshi Xuanjie alone among the 2,000 participating disciples, I'm afraid it can only be regarded as the middle and lower. Fortunately, there is "Five elements of Physical Cultivation" and Kaitian. Otherwise, can Lei Gang Entering the top 100 is still a problem.
"Little friend... have you figured it out?" With the sound of vicissitudes of life, Lei Kang's feet stagnated, and he turned his head to look at the old man who appeared behind him. Looking at the gentle expectation of the old man, Lei Kang thought slightly in his heart and said, "Senior, to be honest, I really don't want to practice "Berical Cultivation"
The old man stared at Lei Kang in disbelief. He thought that he would get a satisfactory result in two days, but he didn't expect that Lei Kang didn't move after seeing his horrible kick? The old man seemed to be unwilling and said, "Kid, I hid a little strength that day. Why don't you look at my strength?" After saying that, the old man slowly raised his feet...
PS: The old man is on the list ahead of schedule and doesn't want to compete, so it's three times a day. Can you spend half an hour for the old man to get points according to the method of book review? Don't do it. Thunder will have 6,000 points in the next half of the hour. Old man's hardcore, please move!!