While the two were chatting, the fight in the ring had already begun. Zhou Tong took a closer look, good guy, who do I know? It turned out to be the new forced king of Xuanling Sect, Senior Brother Yuntian Chengyun.

I saw the clouds in white clothes and the snow, and the jade trees facing the wind, holding a three-foot long sword.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, countless female disciples were filled with peach blossoms.

"This kid is so pretentious. If you can survive to the golden elixir stage, I will recognize you as the number one pervert under me."

Zhou Tong showed a lewd smile.

Yang Mancang, who was on the side, did not notice the strange look on Zhou Tong's face, and said with emotion: "Senior Brother Yun is worthy of being recognized as the senior brother of this generation. He has extremely powerful magic power. I don't know how he can compare with the geniuses of the Five Saints Sect."

"Junior Brother Mancang, others are born with this destiny. Even if this boy does not cultivate immortality, if we go to the mortal world with him to beg for food, we will still get a few bowls less than him, and we will not envy him."< /p>

Zhou Tong said indifferently.

"Cultivation as an immortal is just to live longer. If you can successfully build the foundation, your lifespan will not be less than his by a day. Why do you want to do so much? Are you afraid that he will take away the title of King of Peach Blossoms given by me?"

When Yang Mancang heard this, he quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He quickly sent a message: "Senior Brother Zhou, be careful what you say, be careful what you say! If those female disciples hear it, you and I will become like street rats in the sect. ”

Zhou Tong was speechless for a moment, and looked at the female disciples who were as excited as chicken blood. He couldn't help but shudder as he thought of some terrible scene.

"Sure enough, women are sometimes more terrifying than evil cultivators."

I cursed in my heart, stopped talking nonsense, and focused my attention on the arena.

The one who fought against Yuntian Cheng was a middle-aged disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining. At this moment, he felt that his luck was completely carried away. There were so many people, but he met the strongest one among the Qi Refining Stage disciples.

Even though he knows he can't beat him, he still has to go on with the game. This is related to his Taoism.

He bowed his hands to Yun Tiancheng and said, "Hou Minghao, please give me some advice from Senior Brother Yun!"

Yun Tiancheng glanced at him lightly: "The magic sword has no eyes, junior brother, be careful."

After saying that, the three-foot long sword in Yun Tiancheng's hand came out of his hand and hovered in front of his chest.

"Go!"

Yun Tiancheng pointed with one hand, and the magic sword instantly turned into several afterimages and attacked Hou Minghao from several directions. He arrived in front of Hou Minghao almost in the blink of an eye.

Hou Minghao's reaction was not slow. The moment Yun Tiancheng took action, he quickly activated several talismans and stabbed several magic swords on the pale golden light shield in front of him.

With just one blow, the seemingly solid mask collapsed and dissipated.

Hou Minghao was startled, and just as he was about to avoid this place, he suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders. A cold sword had been placed on his shoulders, only a few inches away from his neck.

Hou Minghao swallowed hard. He didn't even notice when Yun Tiancheng appeared behind him.

The battle ended in just a few breaths. Not only did Yun Tiancheng fail to react, but all the disciples in the audience were also stunned.

Such a disparity in strength makes people feel desperate.

Hou Minghao's reaction was not unpleasant. At least most of the disciples were unable to activate the talisman the moment Yun Tiancheng took action.

If I were faced with such a fierce attack, I might not be able to withstand the first move.

"Senior Brother Yun's strength is unfathomable, Hou Mou was defeated."

"You are very good at being able to hold on to one move under my hand, Hou Minghao, right? Yun Mou remembers it."

Yun Tiancheng put away the long sword in an extremely cool manner.

"Damn it, this kid is simply possessed by the King of Forces. Xuanling Sect does not allow such an awesome person to exist."

Zhou Tong even had some doubts about whether this kid was part of the King of Force System. He felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't show off for a day, and he almost couldn't stand it any longer.

But the other disciples, especially the female disciples who were just starting to fall in love, were frightened by this trick and screamed again and again.

But he had to admit in his heart that Yun Tiancheng did have two skills. In his twenties, he not only had advanced cultivation, but also had first-class fighting skills.

If Tianlinggen cultivators are all such monsters, if you encounter them, you should just hide if you can.

The next few battles were evenly matched, and the enjoyment was greatly improved, making Zhou Tong thoroughly enjoyed watching them.

Soon it was Yang Mancang's turn.

On the stage, a weak-looking female disciple quietly waited for her opponent to come on stage.

"Junior Brother Mancang, don't hold anything back, this girl looks like she's not simple."

Zhou Tong is comparable to the spiritual consciousness in the foundation building stage, and feels that this woman's magic power is quite strange, as if she is hiding her cultivation.

He looked at the foundation-building monk not far away, but he didn't have a special look on his face, which puzzled him.

"I can see some clues myself, there's no reason why senior monks can't see it."

Zhou Tong muttered to himself.

Yang Mancang didn't hear clearly what Zhou Tong was muttering, and nodded to Zhou Tong: "Don't worry, brother, I will do my best."

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhou Tong had no interest in delving into it. If he wanted to live a long life, besides not meddling in other people's affairs, the most important thing was not to be curious about other people's secrets.

He calmly sat on the pony and carefully watched the ensuing fight.

Zhou Tong didn't notice that the female cultivator glanced at him imperceptibly.

At this time, an old voice sounded in her mind: "Little girl, don't provoke that person. This person is weird. A monk in the Qi Refining Stage can actually sense my existence. It's best not to have anything to do with this person in the future."

Contact."

"Ah! Senior, why is this?"

The female nun asked in surprise.

"What do you know, little girl? What do you think I relied on for my ability to cultivate to the state of becoming a god? It's not that I can survive better than others.

Also, be sure not to provoke those monks who appear to be abnormal. In the world of immortality, such people are more troublesome than those so-called geniuses.

I have lived for thousands of years and have seen more geniuses die than there are maggots in the toilet.

I dare to say that this person is definitely not a normal monk.

”

The female cultivator frowned slightly. Although she was curious about Zhou Tong, she did not dare to investigate too much due to the old man's warning.

At this time, Yang Mancang stepped onto the stage, cupped his hands to the female cultivator and said, "Sister, please give me some advice."

After saying that, Yang Mancang roared angrily, stamped his feet suddenly, and shot out of his body. With one move with one hand, a long spear weapon appeared in his hand.

It was also the first time for Zhou Tong to see Yang Mancang fighting, and now he was convinced at the first sight.

Most of those who can use magic weapons such as spears belong to the physical cultivation lineage.

Although physical training focuses on the physical body and is good at close combat, it is very different from ordinary warriors.

Ordinary warriors rely on the outward release of true energy, while physical cultivation relies on tempering the physical body with spiritual energy and condensing flesh and blood. Although the two are similar, they cannot be generalized.

The cloud-dispelling palm that Zhou Tong used before can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye as an ordinary martial arts method.

The tempering of the body is also very different according to different exercises. It is said that there was no physical cultivation in this world originally. It was a method suitable for human cultivation that was summed up by high-level monks of the human race in ancient times based on the body training method of the demon race.

Kung Fu.
Chapter completed!