Shenxianzong

Under Zhong Yuan's strong attack, the Son of Kuang Lei stopped being crazy.

He used the forbidden technique, which didn't last long, and he couldn't seize the opportunity. He was smashed by Zhong Yuan's iron rod and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, east, and west.

He wanted to survive the Jedi and turn defeat into victory.

However, the two are already in the same realm, and Zhong Yuan has the four-image holy body, which is not weaker than him.

Therefore, the Holy Son of Kuang Lei had no choice but to end the curtain aggrieved and was defeated.

The Holy Son of Kuang Lei came to the stage to find fault, but he didn't expect to make a big fool. His eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and he almost wanted to slaughter all the people present.

However, all the people in this scene were of a higher realm than him, so he had to swallow this bitterness, and hated Zhong Yuan from then on.

His hatred was undisguised, Zhong Yuan naturally felt it.

However, he gritted his white teeth, twitched his little finger at the Son of Kuang Lei, turned around and left without paying him any attention.

"puff!"

The Son of Kuang Lei was so angry that he was half dead, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling much better in his heart.

"return!"

A faint shout sounded from within the territory of Qingleizong.

The Son of Kuang Lei's expression froze, and he fell back to his original position resentfully.

The cultivators sighed for a while.

They just raised their interest and were about to watch the fun, and the Son of Kuang Lei stopped cooking.

It really is a silver gun wax gun head, it looks good but it doesn't work!

All the revisionists were complaining, and a thunderous sound sounded in the camp of Qingleizong.

"I heard that the No. [-] Lei Xiu has been selected by the noble sect. Seeing that Lie Xin is very happy, I want to ask for advice. I wonder if the chief Tailin can agree?"

All the cultivators were in an uproar, it seems that this Qingleizong is going to fight against the god Leifeng.

They watched the development of the matter with great interest, and they only hoped that the one who spoke would last longer than the previous one, and that they wouldn't just go back and forth and get the job done.

Master Tailin rolled his eyelids, and snorted: "If you want to challenge, you can challenge. What do you think of my disciples? What if I don't want to?"

The voice froze for a long time.

Perhaps, he didn't expect that the real Tailin, as the chief seat, would be so embarrassing in front of such a large audience.

In the world of practice, who doesn't regard face as extremely important, and everyone is very dignified and reserved.

How could he have thought that he would meet such a person who doesn't play cards according to routines like Daoist Tai Lin.

After a long while, the man spoke again and said, "How can a real person agree to the competition?"

Master Tai Lin glanced down at the disciples, seeing that Wang Ming's breath was calm and calm, the eldest disciple also nodded slightly.

Only then did he open his mouth and said: "This is a competition, of course there must be a lottery, otherwise you don't pay a price, I'm afraid you don't know when to stop."

Hearing this, everyone booed for a while, and said: "This is good, only if you have a lot of money, you can see it."

That one said: "Come, come, let's put a lottery too, and take a bet between Qing Leizong and Shen Leifeng, who is better?"

Someone secretly rolled their eyes, this Qingleizong was no match for Shenleifeng in the past, isn't it even more delusional now?

The person who spoke in Qing Lei Zong did not expect that the matter would develop to this point.

However, now it's hard to get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to stand up and said coldly: "Since Chief Tailin wants to act like this, I will naturally accompany you!"

Yue Chen raised his eyes to see that the person who spoke had a thin face, and he looked insignificant, but his aura was hidden.

The silver light in his eyes flashed, and he immediately saw that this person was also the cultivation base of Yuanshen.

It's just that I don't know what kind of kungfu this person is practicing, which can hide his own breath.

I don't know what confidence he has to challenge the second junior brother?

Yue Chen smiled in his heart, just to be on the safe side, he took out a small purple sword with silver in it from his sleeve robe, and handed it to Wang Ming.

"Take it, you should take your own safety first, you know?"

Yuechen said lightly.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Wang Ming didn't refuse, he reached out to take the Thunderbolt Sword, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

After the man finished speaking, he took out a magic weapon, put it in front of him, and said: "Poverty Dao will bet on this magic weapon, whoever wins this magic weapon will belong to him!"

Immortal Tailin got excited at this time, he slapped the magic weapon stored on his waist, took out a magic weapon from it, and threw it casually into the field.

"I thought you were going to bet on the pure yang magic weapon. The magic weapon is here, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, just play for fun."

He said it calmly, but he was so angry that he could hardly keep his face.

Whoever got the pure yang magic weapon didn't confess it like an ancestor, and took it out as a bet, maybe there was something wrong with his brain?

This person looks unattractive, but he is the senior brother of the Holy Son of Kuang Lei, named Daoist Feng Lei.

He is a man of deep scheming, almost no one knows his true cultivation, only that his talent is not inferior to that of the Son of Thunder.

Although Shengzi Kuanglei was a little proud, he was in awe of this senior brother, and he didn't know if he had suffered from him.

The sinister look in Master Fenglei's eyes flickered away, and he returned to his indifferent look.

"Now that the bet is out, shall we begin?"

He fixed his eyes on Wang Ming and said calmly.

Wang Ming frowned suddenly, this person gave him a bad feeling, like a poisonous snake in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to bite.

However, since people came to him, he would naturally not be timid.

Wang Ming was about to answer, but was interrupted by the master.

However, Daoist Tai Lin casually pointed at the violent Lei Shi and said, "Lei Shi, I want to challenge the number one Lei Xiu under the poor Taoist seat, you still don't go up!"

Lei Shi was stunned for a moment, then his body rose into the air and fell into the field.

With a body like an iron tower, he threw a pestle into the field, and his voice was like thunder: "My uncle's generation has long been outdated, and my Leishi is now the number one Leixiu in Xianzong. Whoever refuses to accept it, just come up, I will follow suit!"

There was a deathly silence on the suspended stage.

At this time, no matter whether it is an alien monk or people from various sects on this planet, they are all looking at Master Tailin with indescribable words.

Only the disciples and grandchildren of the heads of the various peaks of the Xianzong and the master Tailin, the corners of their mouths twitched for a moment, and they stared straight ahead without squinting.

No one thought that Daoist Tailin would go so far. He was clearly going to challenge his second disciple, but this one actually sent his grandson who was at the stage of Daoism directly.

However, thinking about it carefully, it seems that Leishi is right, he is indeed the first Leixiu newly released by Xianzong.

Basically, no one in his generation would dare to compete with him!

At that moment, all the cultivators looked at Master Fenglei jokingly, to see how he would act.

At this time, Master Fenglei's face was ashen, and his lungs were about to explode.

I have seen shameless ones, but I have never seen such shameless ones!

"Does Tailin Chief really want to deceive people like this?"

Master Fenglei gritted his teeth.

"Huh? Do you still know that this seat is deceiving you?"

Daoist Tai Lin raised his eyebrows, squinted and said: "I have given you Qing Leizong's face, but you still want to make progress, am I a fool?"