Martial arts immortal way

Chapter 37
After the man in black left, Shen Lang looked at Li Si kindly again, then seemed to remember something, and hurriedly took out a small jade bottle from his bosom
"Since you have become my apprentice, as a teacher, I have to say something. Although this bottle of Hunyuan Pill is not something to cherish, it is also very effective for you warriors, so I gave it to you."

Although Li Si didn't know what the Hunyuan Pill was for, he thought that with Shen Lang's status, he wouldn't take the cheap ones to fool himself, it must be something great tonic, so he took it with a respectful face.

Then Shen Lang didn't stay for long, and after saying a few words of concern, he walked towards the door, suddenly he paused, and said in a hoarse voice: "If possible, just kill some more monks, don't hold back! "

Li Siyin faintly felt that these words had some profound meaning, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, and continued to fall asleep with his eyes closed.

At the same time, in a valley outside Fancheng that has been filled with black air all year round, there was a long howl like the chant of a dragon, and then the black air rolled and turned into countless black spots out of thin air and attacked the nearby mountain peaks.

"Blast me!!!"

With a loud shout, countless extremely hard rocks were blown into powder as soon as they touched the black light spots. Mealworms were flying in the sky, and terrifying ravines appeared on the ground.

In mid-air, a gray-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, playing with a spherical object mixed with black air in his hands, and his eyes were faintly excited: "The Heavenly Demon Dafa is so powerful, I finally practiced it!! !"

"Meet Senior Brother!"

"Congratulations, big brother, for your great achievement!!!"

...

At the entrance of the valley, more than a hundred young men and women had already gathered. When the man in gray robe appeared, they all bowed and saluted with great joy.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please get up. This time, our Heavenly Demon Sect will definitely shine." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot, and there was a muffled sound, and the whole valley trembled, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed A huge footprint appeared on the ground with a click, and the black air around him shot up into the sky, changing the color of the whole world.

Seeing this, the men and women below were horrified, and naturally they were even more ecstatic. They all bowed again and saluted, praising and supporting continuously.

In a secret room in Zhengqi League, Xin Jiuli looked at the black vial in front of him solemnly. After a long time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind and resolutely took the vial and poured it into his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, his whole body suddenly twitched violently, pieces of black scales surfaced continuously on the surface of his body, and black energy shot up all over his body. After a long time, the black energy all over his body rolled and condensed, and he suddenly punched the ground and "boomed" bang!
A streak of black air came out of his hand, and instantly turned into a black horse straight through the ground. The seemingly incomparably solid ground immediately turned into stone chips and punched a huge deep hole after touching the black air.

"This time, I want to show the Zhengqi League who is the real strong!" Xin Jiuli said in a hoarse voice after exhaling a puff of black air.

One day passed in the blink of an eye, but this day was the final final day, and there were still more than one hundred contestants left.

Li Si came to the square early and waited for the competition. At this time, Shen Lang descended from the sky and came to the main arena. He smiled at Li Si, and then began to say some polite words to everyone.

"Thanks to all fellow Taoists for driving this alliance, today we will..."

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Shen Lang hadn't finished speaking when suddenly an unknown gust of wind blew up in the square at this moment, and the people who were blown by the wind and sand all over the sky couldn't open their eyes.

At this time, most of the people in the field were also in a commotion, looking around for no reason.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three bronze bells rang out, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by a faint sound of Buddha's voice.

At this moment, five monks in gray robes and cassocks ran in from the door with their hands clasped together, followed by a large group of monks running in from the door one after another, chanting Buddhist words in their mouths.
"Namo Amitabha...Namo Amitabha..."

"Tianlong Octave!"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, and his face was solemn.

It is rumored that this sound is a unique secret technique of Honglian Temple, which is of great benefit to monks. After listening to it, low-level monks will not only get twice the result with half the effort in comprehending the exercises, but also have the effect of picture bottlenecks.

Sure enough, many low-level monks present had already started to sit cross-legged at this time, feeling their body and mind.

At this moment, a powerful aura came from the door, and a monk in white robe stepped on the head of the monk in front of him, and he came to the ring in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha, luckily the little monk arrived in time."

The monk looked ahead and whispered.

"Damn, Yubai, go out and find a sedan chair to pick me up!"

Li Si was dumbfounded when he saw it. This damn was obviously late on purpose, and he was very upset at this moment.

Turning around to take a look, Xiao Yubai also sat cross-legged on the ground to practice at some point, Li Si secretly hated this unworthy thing, and did everything he could to embarrass him.

"I have long heard that there is a once-in-a-hundred-year fire spirit root genius from Honglian Temple, and seeing him today is really extraordinary." Shen Lang looked at the white-clothed novice with good intentions at this time.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is serious. This time, the little monk came here through mountains and rivers. All the senior brothers just want to experience the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly together. I hope the benefactor will not blame him." The white-clothed novice explained calmly.

"Where is it? I am afraid that your strength has already been established. It is very normal to enter the top [-] competitions. How can I blame you?"

"In that case, please continue the competition, benefactor." The monk in white nodded.

Seeing this, Shen Lang didn't say much, and immediately ordered people to start the final round of competition. Soon after the fat old man came out to host it again two days ago, everyone also went to draw numbers.

Li Si drew No. 31 this time, and the opponent indicated that it would be No. 86.

"On the 31st, which fellow daoist will come up to challenge?" Li Sifei said as he went up to the stage and cupped his hands to the surrounding people.

Soon a young man also flew up, "I am Liao Yifei, please enlighten me!" After speaking, the man drew out his sword and looked at Li Si fiercely.

"It's just right, I haven't used my Disha 72 Divine Fist yet, so I'm going to use you today."

Li Si remembered what he said about defeating Sun Tianzheng yesterday, and couldn't help but say it now, wanting to put psychological pressure on this person, after all, the opponent's sword looked extraordinary.

I saw the man on the opposite side was about to draw his sword, and suddenly backed away, "Teng Teng retreated to the edge of the ring, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood: "Di Sha 72 Divine Fist?The senior is really powerful, and he is convinced by the defeat. "

Li Si stood in the same place but was stunned. This...he hadn't made a move just now, so it's possible that this kid...

I saw the boy on the opposite side spurting out another mouthful of blood: "Senior, the profound vitality of the old man can no longer be described as unparalleled in the world. It is indeed unprecedented..."

"I have been subdued by the old senior, and there is absolutely no resistance. The old senior said, if you don't kill those who surrender, you must not harm me." Liao Yifei had a snot and tears streaming down his face.

Li Si couldn't tell that this kid was afraid of himself, so he forced a mouthful of blood, which was exactly what he wanted, and he waved his hand: "Since you have tasted the power of my magic fist, then I will forgive you!" You die."

After speaking, Li Si flew off the stage with his hands behind his hands.

At this time, most of the people in the arena had pale faces, this Shashen Fist is really good, Liao Yifei has a nine-level cultivation of Qi Refining, and his sword, which shined brilliantly in the previous battles, unexpectedly he was defeated so easily. Defeated.

Where the hell is this Li Si?

(End of this chapter)