Mysterious blood boils

"It is said that last year, a large number of masters of the Nine Yin Immortal Sect were practicing in seclusion. At the critical moment, they didn't come. I didn't expect to lose so badly. Of course, the disciples who retreated this year didn't want to leave the seclusion, so they cried Shouting, asking for another round, I, Nine Suns Immortal Sect, was also careless. I thought I won a big victory last year, but I will be afraid of you this year? I didn’t expect that after all the discussions, there would be a duel between three thousand disciples, and more than 800 defeats, don’t mention it What a tragedy..."

"Yes, I guess, this year's sect will definitely lose!"

"Actually, there is no limit to the number of duels in martial arts competitions. As long as someone is willing, they can continue, but the time cannot exceed three days and three nights! Now, it is the daytime of the third day, and there will be more than a dozen more Once the time has passed, this sect can only admit defeat."

"How can it take more than a dozen hours? The powerful elite disciples of this sect have already appeared. Those who have not yet appeared are also practicing in seclusion, or wandering outside. After completing the task, I wonder if they can come back?"

The low-level disciples around Xuanyuanpeng introduced to him one after another, buzzing and buzzing, so that the elite disciples in the distance who were already depressed because of consecutive defeats wanted to slap them, these low-level disciples away. .Mysterious Blood Boiling 908

The so-called low-level disciples are Jiuyang disciples who have been cultivated at the level of immortal generals, while disciples of the immortal soldier level can only do some logistical chores. , that is, middle-level disciples, some people with good talents can be promoted to elite disciples.Those like Xuanyuanpeng are all qualified as Contributing Elite Disciples bought with money. Of course, his strength, because some time ago, he completed the task for five consecutive days and a series of achievements made no one dare to underestimate him. Elite Qualifications...

If it weren't for Xuanyuan Peng sitting in the group of low-level disciples, the elite disciples of the powerful faction.A slap had already been slapped in the past, and there was a lot of buzzing, making people flustered.

It even affected the Wudoutai. The Nine-Yin Disciple who froze a Nine-Yang Elite disciple with one palm and became an ice sculpture won the Nine-Yin Disciple. Arrived, among a group of standing low-level disciples. A sitting master came, are you the legendary overlord among beggars?"

Elite disciples are usually high-ranking and regard low-ranking disciples as rubbish and beggars. His rude words immediately caused a burst of laughter, evenEven among the elite disciples of the Nine Suns Immortal Sect, there were bursts of laughter, after all, they were against Xuanyuan Peng.The behavior of elite disciples sitting in a group of low-ranking disciples is very distasteful.

"Bold, boy. How dare you be rude to my brother Xuanyuan?"

"That is, do you think that if you can defeat that elite disciple, you can defeat my Senior Brother Xuanyuan?"

"I don't even piss. Look at your dog's face, how can you look at people with dog's eyes? No wonder people feel shorter when looking at others. Naturally, dogs' eyes can't be seen with human eyes..."

The Jiuyin disciple standing on the stage with his hips on his hips, his rude remarks immediately caused dissatisfaction and backlash from the large group of low-level disciples around Xuanyuanpeng, and even cursed them. These people usually regard Xuanyuanpeng as an idol, but at this moment With an idol sitting next to him, it is natural to take the initiative to protect the reputation of the idol.

"What, you dare to call me a dog who sees people as inferior?" The Jiuyin disciple almost spurted blood with anger, his figure flickered, and he swept down the fighting platform like lightning, bullying the first row of Jiuyang low-ranking disciples He stretched out his big hand, grabbed a young disciple by the chest with a snap, and lifted him up...

"Young master, I'll scold you. What can you do, you bastard? Anyone who insults Senior Brother Xuanyuan should be scolded!" The young disciple retorted forcefully while struggling.

"You still dare to scold me? You really don't know how to live or die. I will break your arms and legs and give you a lesson you will never forget..." the Nine Yin disciple said furiously.

"Peng!" A big hand suddenly rested on the right shoulder of the young disciple, and there was a sudden shock, with a surge of force, Peng shook the hand of the Nine Yin disciple away, like an electric shock. Yes, he shrank his hand in shock, and when he realized it, the young disciple had already been firmly placed on the ground by that hand.

"Hello fellow Daoist of the Nine Yin Sect, you are a master of the fourth stage of Wuliang, a master at the primary stage, why do you have to make trouble with a disciple of this sect who is an immortal general? There are so many eyes in the scene, don't you say that you are bullying the weak? Immortal Dao disciples Where is the atmosphere? Do you still have the air of being a senior brother?" The one who shot was naturally Xuanyuan Peng, who snatched the young junior brother back and sat down slowly.

"You...you are teaching me? Who are you, you dare to teach me?" The Jiuyin disciple was quite surprised at the beginning, and hurriedly sensed it with his Qi machine. After sweeping it, he suddenly found that Xuanyuan Peng was only A third-order disciple of the Immortal Handsome Secret Realm, he jumped three feet high in anger, and screamed angrily.

"Come on, come on, how about a fight between you and me on the martial arts arena? I see that you like to show off, so I will give you this chance. Come!" Jiuyin disciple invited with a sneer.

"I'm here to watch the excitement. With my cultivation, it's not my turn to compete on stage..." Xuanyuan Peng's mind was filled with the smell of alcohol, and he half-lyed on the soft wicker chair, not at all He didn't intend to make a move. Deep down in his heart, he still wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to show off in public.The attack just now was also for the sake of that little junior, who kept on defending his reputation, so of course he was going to make a move.

"Do you still know that your cultivation base is low?" The Jiuyin disciple sneered again and again, and suddenly let out a long roar, which shook the audience: "The elites of Jiuyang Xianzong, I, Huang Zhenbang, just defeated one of your elites. , and the overlord among the beggars, who dare not fight with me, and whoever refuses to accept me, come on stage and fight!" Amidst the long howls, he laughed loudly, turned around and was about to return to the stage...

"My elites of the Nine Suns Sect, is there anyone who will fight against Huang Zhenbang?" Nine Suns Immortal Sect, the most respected and respected elder Jiansha among the presiding elders, frowned in displeasure when he heard his wild words, and called out road.

"Hmph, do you still use other elites? Once my brother Xuanyuan comes out, won't he scare the surname Huang to death?" The fat man with a fat face suddenly curled his lips and roared in disdain.When he roared, the voice was not small, and immediately beside him, the crowd of countless low-level disciples aroused blood, and there were countless cheers.Mysterious Blood Boiling 908

On the other side.Rows of powerful elite disciples sitting on rattan chairs watching the battle shook their heads again and again. They all relied on their strength to join the Nine Suns Immortal Sect. The disciples were out of temper, so naturally they were not optimistic about Xuanyuan Peng.

"What, you fat bastard, I'm going to tear you alive..." He was about to take away.Huang Zhenbang, who flew up to the fighting platform, was really irritated by Fatty Jin's words. He turned around quickly, stretched his five fingers like eagle hooks, and grabbed Fatty Jin's throat. he kills.But he was determined to teach this group of beggars and low-level disciples a bloody lesson that they will never forget for the rest of their lives...

"I'll strangle you to death!" Huang Zhenbang roared viciously.It was so dusty that it exploded!

"Brother Xuanyuan, save me..." Fatty Jin trembled with fright, and howled in a trembling voice, he was stubborn and timid!

"Crack!" Xuanyuan Peng stood up abruptly.The shot was like lightning, and the five fingers opened and closed, accurately grasping the big hand that Huang Zhenbang was eager to grab.He frowned and said, "This senior brother of the Nine Yin Immortal Sect is just joking, why do you have to do such a heavy hand?"

"Heavy? You're that shit Xuanyuan, right? Kneel down!" Huang Zhenbang squinted his eyes, as if looking at a dead person, staring at Xuanyuanpeng, who had the aura of a third-order immortal, and suddenly roared, rolling the aura of the immortal gang, Suddenly, his big hand held by Xuanyuan Peng shook wildly, and he wanted to blow Xuanyuan Peng's palm, arm, and shoulder to pieces, forcing him to kneel on the ground bloody on the spot...

"Really?" Xuanyuanpeng endured this person again and again. If it wasn't for the public, he would have slapped him away. Enraged, he sneered, grabbed Huang Zhenbang's big hand, and condensed the immortal gang fiercely, shaking each other with shock...

"Crack..." A cloud of blood and bone powder exploded from between the two of them. Huang Zhenbang howled miserably, his palms, arms, and shoulders were all blown into powder by a powerful and terrifying force. The shock wave made his knees go limp, and with a puff, he knelt at Xuanyuanpeng's feet...

"Ah... no..." Although Huang Zhenbang was in pain, he was going to be so humiliated that he was so excited that he was going crazy. What kind of strength is he, an immeasurable fourth-level beginner master, what kind of strength is Xuanyuan Peng, an immeasurable It's just an intermediate-level disciple at the peak of the third-order, and it's simply impossible for him to kneel at his feet...

He howled wildly, half of his bloody fairy body was sprayed with a large amount of blood rain, and he exerted his strength suddenly, trying to stand up forcibly...

"Kneel well!" A thought, suppressed on Huang Zhenbang's back like a star, and made him puff up, like a toad yiyàng who had held his breath and was beaten back to its original shape, blushing and oppressed with a thick neck, Kneel down again!He screamed angrily and spurted out a mouthful of blood, unable to accept this reality, and passed out.

The audience fell silent, pairs of astonishing eyes stared at Xuanyuanpeng, who had the aura of a third-tier immortal, and each pair of eyes was full of disbelief, unbelievable, Huang Zhenbang, holding on to the prestige of a great victory, was defeated by a single move. The suppression has reached such a tragic and desolate level, and the only one who made the move was the immeasurable third-rank Jiuyang disciple who had just entered the arena. Such a result makes anyone unbelievable.

"I declare that in the duel between the disciples just now, the new disciple of my Nine Suns Immortal Sect won! My Nine Suns Immortal Sect, I will win another game!" Elder Jian Sha, with a light of surprise in his eyes, he However, he was overwhelmed by the disparity in the number of winners and losers in the fight. When he saw Huang Zhenbang lying down, he immediately announced that the Nine Suns Immortal Sect had won a game, regardless of whether it violated the rules or not!

"No, this duel can't be counted as winning or losing in the fighting game! Because it didn't take place on the fighting platform!" The cold beauty raised her brows coldly, and pointedly pointed out the mistake of Elder Jiansha's announcement.

"Haha, don't fight if you can't afford to lose. Everyone saw with their own eyes that it was your Huang Zhenbang who jumped off the stage and provoked again and again. Our disciples fought back vigorously. It's not that they don't want to fight on the stage, they are really the elites of the Nine Yin Sect Disciple, I'm too weak, I didn't have time to jump on the stage, so I knelt at the feet of our disciples in fright. Those who lost had no face to face others, and passed out directly, right? Can you blame our disciples for this? It's all your disciples I made a mistake..." Elder Jiansha, while eloquently speaking, viciously mocked the Nine Yin Immortal Sect, venting the long-suffering resentment in his heart...

"You..." With a cold and glamorous face like ice and snow, red like dripping blood, behind her, a white-headed elder sneered: "Jiansha, okay, it's up to you, this battle is barely counted as your victory." Oh, hmph, there are a large number of unconvinced elites in this sect, isn't it just a little loach from the third-tier fairy realm? I want to see, how many times can he jump?"

"I, Sima Changfeng, an elite disciple of the Nine Yin Immortal Sect, request to challenge that Junior Brother Xuanyuan!" Following the words of the white-headed elder, a mighty voice shook the sky, and with a whoosh, a burly figure, The tower-like man flew down onto the fighting platform, and with a bang, the celestial gang was released, shaking the entire fighting cave, trembling three times. This move caught everyone's attention, and the noise in the arena disappeared immediately, and there was silence.

"Come on, Xuanyuan, let me replace the humiliation suffered by you under Junior Brother Huang, and return you with interest! Today, not only will I beat you to your knees, but I will also step on your back I want to step on a toad, so that you can't lift your head. In this life, when I think of the defeat I suffered today, I will tremble with fright. When I hear the prestige of my Sima Changfeng, I will be frightened. ’Pants!” Sima Changfeng yelled at Xuanyuanpeng with his hands behind his back majestically.He stands on the fighting platform, motionless like a mountain, towering like a great mountain!

"Don't brag so much, okay? Today, I drank some Jiuyang Tianhe Immortal Wine. I'm a bit over the top. I just want to sit down and watch the battle. I don't have the heart to fight. The two sects are just competing. Whoever loses wins. At worst, there will be another match next year..." Xuanyuan Peng shook his head and sat firmly on the rattan chair, he really didn't intend to fight.

"Don't you dare? Are you timid, scared, and shy away from fighting? Are you intimidated by my Sima Changfeng's reputation? Hahahahaha..." Sima Changfeng laughed loudly, and he In a thousand martial arts sparring, he has fought in nine battles successively, nine battles and nine victories, with superior strength and a great psychological advantage.Don't say that Xuanyuan Peng is just a third-tier fairy commander, he is a master of the infinite fourth-tier primary stage, and he is not afraid!

"What prestige, we have never heard of it, what is your name? It seems like something? You have no eyeballs, didn't you see me and Senior Brother Xuanyuan, did you just enter the arena? Besides, I, Senior Brother Xuanyuan I'm afraid you're a bird, just now that Huang what bang, cowhide coaxed, what happened, didn't you see?" Fatty Jin was not as angry as the arrogant Sima Changfeng, and took the initiative to speak for his brother... (to be continued... )