Number 3 of A, Senior Brother Wang Teng!

The disciples around him stared at each other

When the person with the most potential in my heart today is the future Ziwei Emperor Star and the young master of Tianshu Peak.

A series of dazzling halos were shrouded on the young man, becoming more and more heroic.

In contrast, his opponent is much more mediocre. A disciple from Tianxuan Peak has reached the innate level of refining essence and has touched the edge of the qi.

Such figures are considered to be of great talent in the Southern Region, but in the Tianxin Dao, they are just a true disciple.

In front of Wang Teng, it's nothing.

"Senior Brother Wang Teng."

No. 4 of Jia, Tianxuan Peak Song Fen

He took a deep breath. He used to be a rumored person, but today he had to fight him, and he was still under some pressure.

"Yeah, let's take action."

Wang Teng nodded slightly, his eyes swept across Song Fen's body, touching the edge of the qi..., Shangke.

Unlike these true disciples, he is the perfect innate who is promoted to the realm of flawlessness in the realm of heaven.

As soon as you break through, the three treasures gather together, harmoniously and unified, and directly give birth to the innate qi; the combat power is overwhelming to the peers.

"I wonder what level Brother Wang Teng has reached now, and whether he has broken the shackles again?"

Under the arena, countless disciples gathered like a tide

Watching two figures on the ring

What is the extraordinary thing about that senior brother of the sect who rarely appears?

"good!"

Song Fen from Tianxuan Peak also knew the difference, and immediately started to circulate the power of qi and blood in his body, surging and roaring.

Swish!

The light shines, and the warriors appear, and it is a flying sickle.

It is rare that large pieces of chains are wrapped around the sickle, with a faint fluorescence flow.

"Hey, Feixia, the commander of the commander's weapons are very rare."

On the elder's seat, a deacon spoke, a little surprised.

I never thought that any disciple would choose such a weapon as a forging of war soldiers.

"Maybe, he thinks this is the most suitable for him."

Another elder smiled and joked.

Swish, swish!

In an instant, the strong wind whistled, and the flying sickle slashed across, and the entangled chains swung, with a strong force attached to it.

"It's rare."

Wang Teng was unmoved, his eyes swept faintly, as if the flying sickle that was attacking could not attract his attention at all.

"drink!"

Song Fen was not annoyed. His strength was twisting around and suddenly stacked up, spreading it on the chain, increasing the power of the flying sickle by three points, as if a black stream burst out.

He hooked straight towards the figure in the green robe.

"Don't Brother Wang Teng take action? Do you think such an attack will not hurt him?"

Many disciples hesitated and were very strange. Is it possible to be entrusted to the innate realm?

"It is rumored that Senior Brother Wang Teng is extremely vigorous and has made great achievements in body refining. Could it be that he is not afraid of such an attack?"

A disciple who had inquired about the news spoke, but was not sure.

How strong is the body to be able to ignore the attack of the warriors?

I'm afraid that even the innate Qi Refining Realm will not dare to do this.

Ding ~~~

But the next moment, the crisp and distant sound of gold and iron fighting sounded, echoing the top of the mountain, shocking inexplicably.

It was a little flawless light, jade-white and slender, with a finger.

Quietly on the tip of the flying sickle

Just one finger, but the whole flying sickle cannot make it

There is no qi, no true meaning, and only pure physical strength.

"Is this still a human? They are war soldiers, mixed with the war soldiers made of divine gold! Just block them like this?"

Under the ring, the disciples were stunned and had never seen such a thing before. It would be better if you punched it, just one finger, it would be too...

Not far away, in the direction of the disciples of Tianquan Peak, Sun Chongyu's eyes paused slightly, and there seemed to be a sword roar behind him, sharp and sharp.

"Change!"

Song Fan's face turned red and his strength had reached its peak. He shouted loudly, and the whole flying sickle trembled, the chains were tense and intertwined, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a long handle, forming a flying sickle.

A huge sickle formed, with a cold light and starry light spreading.

"cut!"

He burst out with all his strength and moved the scythe and slashed down, as if he was opening a mountain.

Are there any such changes?

Many disciples were shocked and never thought that the flying sickle warrior would have such a method of using it.

"This guy is smart."

An elder from Tianxuan Peak spoke and gave a little praise.

call!

A violent sound of breaking wind came, and an arc burst out, as if to split him.

"good."

Wang Teng opened his mouth lightly and revealed the words

The next moment, he raised his hand and there was no huge force burst out

It seemed like a whirlwind was hanging on the field, and a wave of air passed by continuously

The disciples under the arena only saw a palm-sized slap raised, and then the arc disappeared, the sickle scattered, and a figure fell off the ring.

The winner is number three of Jia, senior brother Wang Teng.

Only one move

The attack defeated Song Fen, who was in the innate realm, made many disciples sigh.

"I am worthy of being the eldest disciple of the sect."

In the seat, the elders looked at each other and laughed, without saying much.

"You have become stronger again, but I don't know if you have created a warrior and fight with all your strength will make sense."

In the center of the Yaoguang Peak disciple, Hua Lianxing, surrounded by the center, was speechless, his eyes slid from Wang Teng and looked elsewhere.

Jiang Yuheng, Xue Yan, Sun Chongyu, and Zhuge Qing all had slightly moved their expressions, as if they had seen something, and they felt more afraid in their hearts.

Da, da, da

The footsteps echoed, like the yellow bell Dalu

The green robe stepped down from the high platform, and the disciples on both sides spontaneously moved away and pulled out a wide road.

The look of awe was filled with awe.

When the figure truly comes out of rumors and appears in front of you, people can only realize their insignificance.

Da, da, da

His eyes swept across, plain, without any turbulence, and walked by awe-inspiring eyes.

Back to the elder's seat

"It's so depressing. I feel like facing a ferocious beast, so I can't breathe in my breath."

Someone was amazed by his tongue, and his five senses were keen, and he noticed the horror hidden in Wang Teng's body.

"It's so strong. It seems that it's difficult for several senior brothers to compete for the top spot."

Among the crowd, there were disciples whispering.

"You don't think about it. Which of the top figures of the Seven Peaks and Seven Veins is weak again? Let alone Senior Brother Zhangfeng?"

The companion beside him gave him a blank look, and the disciples, who were the leader of this competition, had some speculations.

Comparing the most likely are Senior Brother Wang Teng from Tianshu Peak, Sun Chongyu from Tianquan Peak's sword maniac, Xue Yan from Tianxuan Peak's Wuwen Sword, and Hua Lianxing from Yaoguang Peak.

The combat power of these four is basically the cutting-edge and is the most likely to win the lead.

Buzz!

The next moment, the light curtain swelled, and the appearance of the two disciples was once again revealed.

No. 3 vs No. 4 of B

Hey!

The disciples spoke again. The fourth disciple of Yi is the eldest disciple of Tianxuan Peak, Xue Yan, who is known as the sword.

He is also a strong contender for the leader of this innate competition.
Chapter completed!