Hua Fenghuang was calm and calm, with no expression on his face. He sat quietly next to He Danteng, looking at the ring with a pair of beautiful eyes, slightly distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.
"It's out, it's out like a mountain," someone suddenly shouted from the stands.
"He's really motionless. Wow, he's so handsome." A beautiful girl exclaimed with a surprised look on her face, causing people around her to look at her. But the girl didn't realize it. She looked at the ring with excitement and murmured.
: "If he looks at me, I will definitely faint from happiness."
Everyone: "..."
When Ding Ling, the saint of Langya Feixian Sect, saw the figure in white on the ring, a faint smile appeared on her cold face. Lou Mingyu, the saint of Feixian Sect sitting next to her, had a hint of embarrassment towards that person.
The figure in white almost has an instinctive aversion
The saint son Yue Wenjun of Langya Baijia Sect and the saint Xue Feifei looked at the young man in white on the ring with great interest.
Yue Wenjun said to Xue Feifei beside him: "Do you think that in today's round of competition, Fu Fushan will be forced to take action?"
Xue Feifei had a pair of beautiful eyes with a smile and said softly: "I don't think so."
"Oh? Junior sister, are you so confident in him?" Yue Wenjun joked
Xue Feifei rolled her eyes at Yue Wenjun and said calmly: "If senior brother has no confidence in him, how can he say that he is willing to be his senior brother? Doesn't senior brother know what your words like this will do to the outside world?
Influence?"
Yue Wenjun smiled slightly and said nothing more. Just like Ding Ling, the saint of Feixian Sect, he also quietly came here to watch the eighth round of the match of the boy in white.
Although the first round of the Langya Competition can be described as a huge crowd, after a few rounds, there will always be some strong ones who emerge and become well-known.
Yue Wenjun also heard about the name Fudoyama, and became somewhat interested. He came up with the idea of watching a Fudoyama battle. The reason is very simple. In the ring, he can win eight or ten rounds in a row.
, there are many people here, and those who can survive to the second round will not be weak.
But in a battle between young people, it is easy to win, but if you want to knock the opponent off the ring without taking any action, this... is a bit exaggerated.
Even Yue Wenjun himself would not dare to say such big words, saying that if he participated in the first round of the Langya Competition, he would be able to knock all the opponents off the ring without taking action.
And after watching the match between Fuwushan and Fuwushan in the eighth round, Yue Wenjun was really shocked.
He clearly felt how powerful the magical powers and secrets used by the disciple of Langya God Sect were. Even if Yue Wenjun faced that disciple in person, he would still have to fight back to knock him down.
But the young man in fluttering white clothes was still standing there calmly and unmoved.
Yue Wenjun almost suspected that the young man in white was a living fossil old man of some big sect, who deliberately made himself younger to play pranks.
Because the strength displayed by the boy in white at that time was completely comparable to that of the leader of a super sect.
Yue Wenjun was frightened by his own thoughts at that time, so he said that he wanted to be the senior brother of the boy in white. In fact, he mainly wanted to test the other person.
As a result, there was no reaction from the other party, which confirmed Yue Wenjun's suspicion that if the young man in white was not a senior living fossil, he was at least an unborn expert.
Therefore, Xue Feifei, who knew Yue Wenjun very well, said those words directly, but in fact, Xue Feifei still underestimated the strength of the boy in white.
"If he is really willing to join the Baijia sect, hey, I am really willing to let him be the Holy Son." Yue Wenjun said happily: "Unfortunately, others may not be able to take the position of this Holy Son."
"What? No?" Xue Feifei was surprised
"Whether it's possible or not, we'll know in a minute." Yue Wenjun smiled faintly and stopped talking.
Xue Feifei's wonderful eyes were staring at the white-clothed figure on the ring, lost in thought.
Gu Jianfeng, the holy son of Langya Ancient Sect, looked at the white figure on the stage, his eyes were a little hot, and he said in a deep voice: "If I have a chance, I really want to fight this person."
The old man sitting next to Gu Jianfeng glanced at the usually aloof young saint with some doubts, and asked: "Is this young man really that strong?"
"Uncle Master, he is stronger than you think," Gu Jianfeng said. On the ring, another young man also appeared. The stands around the ring suddenly turned from noisy to quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused.
He stared at it without blinking, for fear of missing any detail. "I am from the Langya Wudu Divine Sect. My surname is Wang Qiyou. I am the holy son of the Langya Wudu Divine Sect. Please give me some advice." As soon as the young man came up, he reported to himself in a rare way.
door, causing many people to exclaim
Normally, in the first round of the Langya Competition, there is almost no need to announce your name. If you win, there is nothing to show off. If you lose, it will be embarrassing.
However, this Langya Wudu Divine Sect is obviously not an unknown sect. Many people around the stands showed surprised expressions.
"Wudu Divine Cult... are they going to be reborn again?" The old man next to Gu Jianfeng frowned slightly, as if he was caught in very long memories.
Gu Jianfeng frowned slightly and murmured softly: "Wudu Divine Sect... hasn't it been dead for more than 60,000 years?"
Yue Wenjun over there had a bit of surprise on his face: "The Holy Son of the Wudu God Sect? Are they back again?"
Xue Feifei's expression was also very surprised: "Didn't it mean that this sect lost all its elites after a war 60,000 years ago and has never recovered? Why did the Holy Son appear in the competition again, and...
Are you facing the immovable mountain?"
Yue Wenjun chuckled: "It's exciting now. If you want to know how strong this immovable mountain is, then today's battle is the best litmus test."
"Senior brother, do you think the Holy Son of Wudu Divine Sect is still very strong?" Xue Feifei's words were plain, but somewhat disapproving.
"Feifei, you have to remember one thing. There is an old saying: A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter what, the Wudu Divine Sect was also the most powerful sect on Langya Continent sixty thousand years ago. Although they attacked the Holy Mountain
Failed, but this does not mean that they will never rise again. Since this man is the holy son of Wudu Divine Sect, then, I believe that he is, at worst, a mid-level emperor." Yue Wenjun said with confidence: "
Look, today’s battle will be very interesting.”
He Danteng had a happy smile on his face after hearing that the Holy Son of Wudu God Sect announced his family status. For some reason, he didn't like the white figure in the ring. It was a subconscious disgust. Perhaps, it was
Don’t like others to be the focus and protagonist
Anyone who knows something about the history of Langya Continent knows that more than 60,000 years ago, there were actually dozens of powerful sects on Langya Continent, which were no worse than the current four major sects.
Just more than 60,000 years ago, an ancient ruin was discovered in Langya Continent. Legend has it that there were countless rare treasures in the ruins, and there was even a magical medicine that could directly break through the immortal god.
As a result, a large number of high-end sects from Langya Continent went to capture it. At first, they fought with each other. In the end, when they entered the ruins, they were killed by the magical creatures inside.
Even if these powerful sects unite, they are no match for the magical creatures in the ruins. As a result, dozens of powerful sects have fallen.
That ruins are called the Holy Mountain and a forbidden place on Langya Continent that is so talkative.
Qin Li naturally didn't know these things, and he didn't care about the attitudes of the people in the stands. He nodded at this handsome young man and said, "Qin Li, he has no family or sect."
Qin Li said and stood there quietly. His words did not cause any waves. The name Qin Li was very popular in the lower realm and even outside the realm, but not many people in the realm knew it.
If he claimed that he was the son of Ying Yun, many people would know about him, because Qin Li's reputation in the region was based on his son of Ying Yun, not his real name.
There was only one person, who was slightly shaken. He looked at the white figure in disbelief, and then a flash of joy flashed deep in his eyes. It was Hua Fenghuang.
She really didn't expect that Qin Li, whom she hadn't seen for a year, would put on such a young face and come to participate in the Langya Competition. Before, she was still doubting who this Fuzzy Mountain was and how could he be so strong?
It turned out to be Qin Li
Hua Fenghuang suddenly realized in his heart, and thought to himself: No wonder this person is so powerful. Hey, if others know that they worship Fu Fushan in the future, he is already the only king in the land of God and the world, and is also the recognized king of the purple pupil clan outside the territory, I don’t know what they will do
What kind of expression does it have? Those who have fought with Qin Li and been knocked off the ring by him will probably only feel honored and lucky?
He Danteng glanced at Hua Fenghuang with some confusion, wondering what was the reason for her change just now. Could it be that that damn guy is here too?
Thinking of this, He Danteng couldn't sit still. With a pair of cold eyes, he began to search among the crowd. However, after searching for a long time, he could not find any valuable clues. He could only give up, but he became vigilant in his heart. Once he found out,
When Hua Fenghuang meets that person, he must find a way to kill him.
In this world, no one can compete with me for Hua Fenghuang
No
"I heard that your nickname is Immovable as a Mountain. After eight rounds of competition, no one has been able to make you move." Wang Qiyou looked at Qin Li calmly, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth: "Today, I will let everyone
People know that you are just lucky. I will let you see what it means to be a real strong person."