There is no treasure in the third floor. At least after Su Wending and Han Ting and others entered the third -floor room, they did not see something special in the entire third floor.

It is empty, cold, and more than 300 stops standing. The third floor is like a square. In the middle of the square, there is a stage. There is no embellishment on the stage.

Throughout the stage, it looks similar to the stage of the opera. The huge round wood and red pillars on both sides support the entire space of the third floor of the golden tower.

In four sentences, the length is different and the font is not large, but as long as you observe it carefully, everyone can see it.

"Rules 1: One -on -one onto the stage to test, divide the victory and defeat."

"Rules 2: One party must die, and the other party can be counted as victory."

"Reward 1: Win -winning people have random rewards, or spiritual tools, or magic weapons, or magic weapons, and even ancient weapons."

"Reward 2: The winner stepped on the fluorescent doors and immediately rolled out of the Tallinn.

The meaning of the four sentences is very clear. The more than 300 condensation period monks present must catch the opposite to fight, divide the victory, and get the reward, and then set foot on the fluorescent doors that appear to leave Tallinn immediately.

The rules are simple, but the cruelty of them is incomprehensible, and they must be divided into death and death. This is already the scholars who are already red fruit kill each other.

"Harro, Hello everyone, do you have eaten?" A voice echoed in the entire hall, and at this time, Su Wending and others also found that the entrance of the third floor was slowly closed at this time.

The obtrusive sound was that all the monks lifted their heads together, and observed all the scenes on the third floor with a frightened face.

"Who is this? Is there anyone else in the court of the world?" Han Ting widened a pair of pretty eyes, and looked up incredibly at the ceiling composed of countless hard bare slate.

"The Pavilion of Heaven and the Earth has never been such a rule. What is going on? Who are you, let us see it!" A monk was high, all the anger all the way, at this time

The monk looks crazy.

"Hey hey! I don't important who I am. The important thing is that this time I will assign your opponents for you, don't be so hot, the fire is hurting!" A sponge laughed came from the top of the crowd, a group of groups of people, a group of groups

The monks have sacrificed the magic weapon on their bodies, and they looked at their heads with strict look. They could be sure that the sound was by no means from them.

Su Wending squinted his eyes and frowned tightly. This incident became incredible. Before leaving, Guo Liangxing said to them very clearly. There is absolutely no other cultivation in the heaven and earth's pavilion except Warcraft and special creatures.

People exist.

However, at this time, the sound of the echo in the entire third layer of the wide space, as well as the black monster that Su Wending had seen before, overthrew the conclusion that Guo Liangxing and Su Wending and others said.

"In a word, I will send you a sign right away, one person, and when I will read who I read, whoever you read will be on the stage.

Suddenly, the voice became cold, and everyone raised their headshable, but when they saw the top of the third layer, there were countless wooden pieces falling between the slate.

Then, then

"Why do we have to listen to you? In the Pavilion of Heaven and Earth, there have never been someone else. Could you be a cultivator? That is impossible. If you are a monk, where can you have such a deep cultivation!"

Angry reached out his head and pointed at the top of his head, and was about to scold, but suddenly found that he fell the next flying paw on the top of his head. He just grabbed the monk's head, and threw him on the stage gently.

There is a bamboo card with a word.

Later, the first monk who had opened the first opening was also grabbed the clothes accurately by the flying claw, and dumped it lightly.

In him, there is a piece of bamboo cards engraved with eighteen.

The head of the head was scraped over a flash of lightning, and the severe roar made all the monks in the condensate open their eyes, and looked at the top of the head with a shocking look. At this time, the strange voice sounded again, "Hum! Don’t obey me

• Tell you to taste the powerful lightning, No. 18 and No. 1, if the two of you are not confrontated to live and die, don't want to go out. I can guarantee that he does not have to die.

A fluorescent door, go out within three minutes, otherwise there is no chance, you just wait for the old to die here! "

Everyone was stunned. Everyone in the entire room stopped the noise and fell into a quiet. At this time, Su Wending raised his head, squinting his eyes, on top of the flying claws, tied with a vine wooden rope, a rope, a rope, a rope, and a rope.

One end is connected to the slate above the head.

Above the stage, the two condensation period monks in that number and 18 have stood up, looking at each other expressionlessly at each other, and now almost everyone understands. Here are a pair of black hands behind the scenes control everything.

In front of the powerful power deterrence, no one dares to clamor again.

It is very easy to separate the victory. Everyone is also a monk in the condensation period. The spell level and means are similar, but the situation at this time is completely different from the big melee in the heavens and the earth's pavilions.

Looking at the two sides, the two monks had no thoughts in their minds. They were forced to be able to duel and die. Where can the treasures still have their share.

However, the two knew that if they did not fight, they did not distinguish the victory, and the weird voice above their heads would make them suffer. If you listen to it, look at the lightning of the white flower just now.

The monk echoed.

A monk sacrificed his magic weapon, a glittering long sword, his wrist trembled, and the long sword shone a hint of colorful color.

Say, "Please, Daoyou!"

"Surgery, Daoyou!" Another monk has already sacrificed an upper product flying ruler, and the mana is urged.

Surrounded by the whole body of the ruler, people feel shuddering for a while.
Chapter completed!