Lu Qingfeng met Yan Peng and Zhou Shukang on the way to the square. He smiled and said to them: "Yan Peng, Shukang, are you two still participating in this competition?"
Yan Peng smiled and said: "Qingfeng, do you need to say this? Of course I want to participate, not for anything else, even if it is for the God-Breaking Pill, the God-Breaking Pill! It is worth at least 100 million.
After Yuan Jing and Yan Peng finished speaking, they looked at Lu Qingfeng and laughed."
Yan Peng's words caused both Lu Qingfeng and Zhou Shukang to laugh. After laughing, Yan Peng continued: "I'm just kidding, I, Yan Peng, guarding you, the master of alchemy, can't get a God-breaking Pill?"
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Lu Qingfeng also smiled and said: "Of course, even if everyone in the world has no elixirs, none of my friends will worry about various elixirs. Otherwise, there will be no need for me as an alchemist to exist."
"Brother Qingfeng, to be honest, I have no interest in this heir to the teaching, but since it is stipulated that all disciples of the Supreme Realm can participate, I still have to go on stage to compete. If I don't participate, my fighting spirit will be weakened.
." Zhou Shukang said sincerely on the side.
Yan Peng nodded and said, "Yes, my junior brother and I have the same idea. This competition is also a way to test my combat effectiveness. Besides, I have just broken through to the Supreme Realm, and I can't use the power of the Supreme Realm well yet."
While they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the square. Lu Qingfeng went straight to the VIP stand, while Yan Peng and Zhou Shukang went to the viewing platform for the disciples of the Supreme Realm. All the disciples of the Supreme Realm who came here were already preparing to compete on the stage.
Be prepared.
Lu Qingfeng also looked in the direction the two of them were going. He saw that the Blood Sky Sword Sect had many more Supreme Realm disciples than the Qingyun Sword Sect. After scanning with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that there were more than a hundred Supreme Realm disciples sitting there.
There.
The true god-level experts of the Blood Sky Sword Sect are just ordinary elders, but the experts of this level have become supreme elders in the Qingyun Sword Sect. In the Qingyun Sword Sect, disciples of the Supreme Realm like Yan Peng and Zhou Shukang have long been
He became an elder of the sect, but he is still an ordinary disciple here. It can be seen that the Snow Sky Sword Sect is a whole level higher than the Qingyun Sword Sect.
The Qingyun Sword Sect is able to reach its current strength only because Lu Qingfeng provided the sect with a large number of God-Breaking Pills. Otherwise, there might not be a true god yet.
Lu Qingfeng sighed in his heart, this is really no comparison. He was shocked by the comparison. It is said that the comprehensive strength of several sects in the Nanrong Empire is too weak. It is really not a lie.
Lu Qingfeng was thinking about these issues when Xuehui came to sit next to him and said to Lu Qingfeng: "Brother Lu, after their disciples compete, I still want to ask you for advice. Although I know that I can't beat you, I won't beat you."
I feel unwilling to do so."
Lu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Blood rewards are incomparable to the Southern Meteor Divine Continent and the Central Meteor Divine Continent. Although I have never been to these two places, I have heard many rumors that so-called geniuses like Zhu Shijie are not worthy of being placed in the Central Meteor Divine Continent.
Meteor God Continent is nothing. Although I haven’t competed with you yet, I’m sure you are much better than him.”
"Hey, Brother Lu, no matter what, you can't let me make a fool of myself like Zhu Shijie did. It's too embarrassing. If the news returns to Zhongyun Divine Continent, won't I be laughed at by those people?"
"Blood reward, let me tell you, it's not good to be too modest. That would be a bit hypocritical. I, Lu Qingfeng, don't dare to make such friends." Lu Qingfeng said jokingly.
"Okay, why don't you be immodest? Just wait and see if I don't beat you until you're full of teeth. Otherwise, I won't call you a blood reward." The blood reward seemed to be serious.
Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh after hearing Xuezhen's words. He pointed at Xuezhen and said with a smile: "I just told you not to be too humble. Look at you. You are bragging again." After saying that, the two looked at each other.
Everyone laughed at the sight.
While the two were talking, the competition for the heir to the sect had begun. The great elder Yi Xiande climbed up to the high platform, looked at the hundreds of thousands of sect disciples under the stage, cleared his throat and said: "The most important person participating in the competition this time is
There are one hundred and eight True Realm disciples. The first three rounds are based on an elimination system. After the third round, there are still fourteen people left. These fourteen people are based on a single round-robin system. Each one must play thirteen games. In the end, the points will be calculated according to the points.
Ranking the top ten, the first one will be the heir to the teaching, and the last nine will be the reserve elders."
When Lu Qingfeng heard this, it goes without saying that the reason why he decided on the top ten was because of the ten God-Breaking Pills he gave away. It is so-called sending people to their homes and Buddhas to the west. Since all ten God-Breaking Pills were given away, it is not as good as luck.
Send a few more.
Thinking of this, he stood up, looked at the Great Elder and said: "Great Elder, please forgive me for being rude. After listening to the Great Elder's words, I realized that there are fourteen disciples left after the third round, and then from these fourteen disciples
The top ten are determined, and I only gave away ten God-Breaking Pills before. In this case, the remaining four of the fourteen people will not get the God-Breaking Pills. I think this is a pity, so I will give away four more.
God-Breaking Pill, let all the first fourteen people get the God-Breaking Pill."
After Lu Qingfeng finished speaking, he took out four jade bottles, wrapped in the true essence, and slowly flew towards the great elder. The great elder reached out to take the jade bottles, clasped his fists at Lu Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lu is still thoughtful, I
On behalf of all the disciples of the Blood Sky Sword Sect, I would like to thank Fellow Daoist Lu."
After Lu Qingfeng sat down, the Great Elder Yi Xiande continued: "Everyone has also seen that Fellow Daoist Lu once again presented us with four God-Breaking Pills. In this way, what he said just now will have some changes. Since the first fourteen people have received it,
God-Breaking Pill, except for the first one who is the heir to the teaching, the last thirteen are all reserve elders, let’s start drawing lots.”
Soon the results of the lottery came out, and by coincidence, Yan Peng drew No. 1 and Zhou Shukang drew No. 2. The two of them competed with No. 108 and No. 107 respectively.
After the Great Elder announced the start of the competition, Yan Peng jumped up and flew directly into the air. The competition between the Supreme Realm monks was obviously too small on a small arena, which also hindered the normal performance of the level. Therefore, in many cases, it was not possible
Instead of setting up an arena, you can perform freely in the air.
The contestant following Yan Peng also flew up. The two faced each other in the air, holding the Houtian Lingbao long sword in their hands respectively. His opponent's name was Kan Ze, a third disciple of the Eighth Elder. It turned out that he belonged to the second group when there was a faction.
The elders' faction is now at the peak of the early stage of the True Realm.
It has been less than fifteen days since Yan Peng broke through to the Supreme Realm. Among all the disciples participating in the competition, his cultivation level is the lowest. However, among these disciples of the Supreme Realm, no one dares to look down on Yan Peng, because it is so fast.
The name of Jian Yanpeng has long been resounding throughout all sects in the Ziche Empire, and his quick sword is hard to guard against.
Wu Ze looked at Yan Peng on the opposite side, showing a dignified color on his face, and said to Yan Peng: "The master's handy sword, the foolish brother has a long name, although the same belonging to the same faction is missed to teach, and asked the younger brothers for a while.
Reasting, don't let the foolish brother embarrassed, Brother Fools thanked him first. "
Yan Peng also hurried Boxing: "Brother's words are heavy, and the younger brother is so powerful. These people are just rumored, but since the brother said so, the younger brother will pay more attention, brother, do it."
"Okay, younger brother, brother is not polite." After talking, the movement under his feet accelerated, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Yan Peng.
The long sword in Wu Ze's hands instantly lit a dazzling light. Obviously, Shin Yuan had reached the extreme. He did not leave his hand at the lowest point of the dear division of Yan Peng.
Yan Peng stood still waiting for the other party to come in front of him, and everyone on the ground was watching carefully. Yan Peng rarely started in Zongmen.
I want to see what extent Yan Peng's fast sword is almost.
Yan Peng also mastered the fast and slow artistic conception. In the eyes of others, the very agile Wu Ze was nothing at all in Yan Peng's eyes.
The long sword in his hand rushed straight to the throat throat.
Except for the true god, Yan Peng's swords can be seen in the entire square, which will definitely not exceed five people. Among them, Lu Qingfeng and blood remuneration will never be known. Others are still at a loss.
Wu Ze's sword is still stabbing. Yan Peng's sword has been pushed on Wu Ze's throat, the tip of the sword is trapped into the skin, and a little blood stains is stabbed slightly. Yan Peng's sword stopped so.
There, the use of power has reached a very subtle level.
Feeling a slight tingling from the throat, the long sword stabbed out of the throat stopped in the air, and his eyes looked at the sword tip of his throat.
With the cold corpse, he did not see Yan Peng's sword. He had lost. Obviously, the gap with Yan Peng was by no means a little bit.
After retracted his sword weakly, Wu Ze said to Yan Peng: "The sword of the younger brother is really worthy of the name of the fast sword.
Yan Peng also retracted the sword, and took a step back. He said, "Brother, brother, I'm sorry for brother, please don't mind."
This this one is also free and easy. After listening to Yan Peng's words, haha laughed: "It's okay, this is a test in the martial arts. If it is on the real battlefield, I have been killed by the younger brother now.
I only pay attention to the improvement of the cultivation. The improvement of true strength is the foundation of standing. Brother thanks to the younger brother here. "After talking about Yan Peng, he gave a gift to Yan Peng and turned to fly to the ground.
superior.
Yan Peng shook his head helplessly and flew up towards the ground. Although people did not see how Yan Peng came out, they knew one thing, that is, Yan Peng also had the strength of more than the level of battle.
It's enough.
Because the Blood Sword School has rarely appeared more than a disciples for the years, once such disciples have appeared, in the future, it must be a dazzling star on the meteorite star.
Within the second elder, watching Yan Peng's eyes was full of gratitude.