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After a few seconds of silence in the field, there was a commotion, and almost everyone looked at Shen Lang with shocked eyes.

In two consecutive games, the opponent was killed within 1-2 moves. Shen Lang’s performance was a bit shocking.

Forget the First Stage, the opponent in the second game was a cultivator in the middle of Core Formation, and he was killed by him. Everyone can’t help but wonder if Shen Lang is Core Formation Early-Stage.

The Core Formation Loose Cultivator watching the game outside the field also showed surprise. No one dared to underestimate Shen Lang.

“Winner, No. 11!” announced the purple clothed youth who presided over the arena.

Shen Lang flew off the ring, still feeling a little unhappy.

“Congratulations, Young Master.” Xiao Ling’er greeted her.

“Let’s go back.”

Shen Lang didn’t say much. When Xiao Ling’er was about to be caught in a light, he rose into the sky, moved towards the sky and flew away.

Tomorrow is the last day of the arena, and 20 places will be determined.

After Shen Lang returned to Cave Mansion, he still closed his eyes to rest his mind, keeping Essence, Qi, and Spirit at an excellent level, preparing for the final day of the ring battle.

He checked the storage ring of the dead black robe female cultivator by the way. That jade flute magic weapon can attack the human Divine Soul, but it is a bit useful.

Apart from this, they are all ordinary things. The Five Elements Spirit Stone has six-seven thousand million, which is a small gain.

Shen Lang calculated his storage ring property, a small sky crystal stone (100 million Five Elements Spirit Stone), and Five Elements Spirit including Five Elements Spirit Crystal, which translates to nearly 200 million Stone.

There are a lot of magic weapons, including four high grade magic weapons. spiritual grass and so on are beyond count.

Shen Lang’s property must be regarded as a local tyrant in the Loose Cultivator, and its financial resources are comparable to the cultivator of the later Core Formation.

But this amount of money is far from being able to buy ancient treasure.

One of the most trash attack-type ancient treasures, the price is also more than 30 small celestial stones.

Shen Lang went bankrupt and couldn’t buy an ancient treasure.

And even if there is an ancient treasure flowing out, it is not his turn to be a cultivator of this kind of cultivation base.

Because of ancient treasure, it is of great use to Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. The ancient treasure in the Core Formation Stage cultivator is really as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

The offensive ancient treasure, Shen Lang can only read it in his head.

In a blink of an eye, it was the second day.

Today is the last day of the ring battle.

Star City Plaza all around vast crowd, there are more cultivators to watch the battle than the previous two days.

After the first two rounds of competition, there were originally 210 cultivators, but now only more than 50 people are eliminated. The remaining Core Formation cultivators are basically the elite of Loose Cultivator.

Even some Sect’s Core Formation Stage Elder took the time to watch this final arena battle.

It’s not a focal point of ten thousands, but it’s envious of others to get a chance to enter Penglai Mountain.

The third game began. Shen Lang’s opponent was a white robed old man in the middle of Core Formation, who was quite satisfactory.

Shen Lang won not so easily this time, but he managed to win and advance to the final round. He still preserved his strength, not at all exposing the abilities of the bleeding spirit.

At noon, the ring battle finally reached the final round.

The two have already stepped onto the ring. Standing opposite Shen Lang is an Elderly wearing a gray robe, with a skinny and gloomy face, giving people a strange atmosphere.

Shen Lang is very bad luck. His opponent is one of the only two Loose Cultivators of the late Core Formation stage in the Coiling Dragon Island Challenge. And it’s still not a small core Formation, and later became famous as Loose Cultivator, the old black evil monster.

“Young Master, come on!” Xiao Linger yelled out of the court, her pretty face showing a trace of worry.

Although Shen Lang’s strength is very strong, but this time his opponent is a serious Core Formation late cultivator, the realm gap is too big. Xiao Ling’er is not sure whether Shen Lang will win or not.

Shen Lang’s face is a bit ugly, he has known the news of his opponent before.

Heisha boss is the Island Lord of Yuanhe Sea Territory Black Mountain Island. He is withdrawn and violent, and has not joined any Sect.

This person is almost the strongest person in the Loose Cultivator of the Coiling Dragon Island. He is good at magic and has a very high battle strength.

“tsk tsk, the young Core Formation Early-Stage Senior was about to have bad luck, and he actually ran into the black evil boss of Black Mountain Island.”

“Damn, this It’s the old monster Hei, it’s the first time I saw myself!”

“Someone came out in the first few games. This old monster Hei is a long-established Core Formation cultivator, fierce Shu Zhiji, no one dares provoke. The cultivators who encountered him in the past few games all surrendered, and no one dares to fight him!”

The cultivator discuss spiritedly outside the field, obviously all silently mourning for Shen Lang .

In the eyes of everyone, even if Shen Lang made his mark in the previous games, he was only a trifling Core Formation Early-Stage cultivator. It was almost impossible to defeat the late-stage cultivator of the Black Shaman. thing.

Somewhere outside the square, a young man in a blood-colored armor is staring at the ring. This person is Xuefei. A beautiful woman with long purple clothed hair stood beside him, and it was Murong Mingyue.

Today was just idle, Xue Fei also came to watch this arena battle. Of course, with his proud and arrogant temperament, he can look down upon the fight between a group of loose Cultivator, just for leisure.

“Mingyue, this old knowledge of yours seems to be a little troublesome. Then Black Fiend Old Ancestor is tentatively a cultivator with good strength. Your old knowledge is far from his opponent.” Xue Fei Said nonchalantly.

“Mingyue doesn’t think it’s necessarily true, Blood Young Master knows it when I look at it.” Murong Mingyue chuckled lightly, her glaze eyes staring at Shen Lang on the ring, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

On the ring, the atmosphere with swords drawn and bows bent.

“Boy, the old man has given you a chance, don’t you surrender?” Old Black Shaman said impatiently.

“Why should I surrender?” Shen Lang said with a gloomy expression.

Although this old black evil monster is strong, he is at most a cultivator with the same strength as Duan Jian. Unless this person has an ancient treasure that is more powerful than the Kaishan Seal!

Shen Lang feels that this probability is very low, so he simply gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end! Even if you lose, there is still a match in the loser group, and you still have a chance to get a place.

“hmph, Huang Maoer, are you sure you want to fight me? Aren’t you afraid that the old man will kill you?” Old black monster jié jié smiled and said vagueness.

“Sorry, you are so confident, you might as well try it.” Shen Lang hehe smiled.

“The yellow-haired boy is bold, if you want to die, the old man will do you!”

The old black monster showed a trace of violence, bit his fingertips, and quickly in midair Draw a spell and roll out your palms to create spirit strength.

“Ghost King shows up!”

As soon as the roar fell, the old black evil monster appeared in front of him with a 100-meter-high Ghost King with first horns and wide mouth fangs. Wearing a pitch-black Battle Armor, his face is terrifying, and his body is burning with ash-gray magic flames, as if a heavenly demon has come to the world.

The fierce atmosphere shocked the spectators all around the square.

“Shen Lang complexion changed.

When he was in the wilderness, he also met an opponent who took out the Ghost King, but that was just an illusory shadow. The Ghost King in front of him was an entity!

“Ghost King, chop him off for me!” Old Black Shaman coldly shouted.

Dali Ghost King immediately took out a black giant sword with several dozen meters long from behind, the surface of the blade was burning with raging flames.

“roar!”

The Ghost King issued a low and weird roar, brandished the giant sword, and moved towards Shen Lang and cut it down.