"I, the monks of the ancient wilderness, have always been hospitable to guests, whether they are immortals in the sky or warriors in the world, everyone who comes is a guest. However, I, the ancient wilderness, love strength. The one who is good at strength is my noble Wangyue Palace.
This time the sixty-four sects of the ancient wilderness and three continents were overthrown by gods, two It's just the right time, why not compete with me, the Ancient Monk?"
Wangyue Bubai, the great elder of Wangyue Palace, is an old man with white hair and a single braid. He is not tall and has a strange aura! , giving people a very sharp feeling, a glance Eye Immortal and Warrior, "Of course, the winner will be rewarded!"
Pointing to the mountains of rewards piled on the stone platform, "Choose any one, but the divine bow that looks at the moon and seizes the sky is a true immortal Ancient martial arts, innate spiritual treasures, one must be the first to get one The right to use the moon! What do you think?"
"Brother Wangyue said it perfectly, and it makes sense. Our immortal clan is very powerful, and we often competed for divine power in the sky. Now that we are a guest in Wangyue Palace, it is unreasonable. Might as well give it a try!”
Chi Lianxianjun is a young man with brocade clothes and jade belt, golden crown and hair, a flaming red three-eyed mole on the center of his eyebrows, a thin figure and a pointed chin. His eyes are as sharp as ten thousand years, and his body is filled with immortal energy. He is already a great Nine Tribulations Yuanxian. Perfection is also a figure in Jiutian Mountain and Sea.
As he spoke, he looked directly at Jiang Taibai with a bit of contempt.
"The same goes for warriors!"
Jiang Taibai spoke very few words, but his tone was very calm.
"The same goes for the ancient monks!"
The surrounding indigenous monks nodded.
“Very good!”
Wangyue Bubai stroked his beard and pointed to a piece of dense mist directly in front of him. There was a huge square platform there, and on the platform there was a god hundreds of years tall. The statue has a Jingzi on each shoulder, and a handleless Mitsubishi sword stuck straight in the belly of the statue. "This is a statue of the great god from ancient times. That handleless sword was left behind by an unknown master back then. The sword weighs thirty dragons and is blessed by a god statue. It possesses unknown mysteries. You can try wrestling in pairs. What is the strength? The winner's sword moves, time is thirty breaths, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in all directions instantly became oppressive.
For the indigenous monks, wrestling to repel the outsiders is the most important thing, but for the immortals and warriors, winning the first place is the only way to survive and have hope!
We can only fight for our lives!
“As the host, I, the ancient monk, will naturally be the first to go!”
Among a group of red-clothed indigenous monks not far away, an old man said in a deep voice, and then waved his hand. The fat man in red, who was ten feet tall, jumped onto the square platform. The ground shook with a loud sound. He looked around at the immortals and The warrior cupped his fists and saluted: "Please!"
It is said that he is fat, but he is not really fat. The muscles on his body are bulging high, and he is extremely strong, giving people a feeling of being as ferocious as a wild beast. Although There is no wrestling yet, but the power that is faintly displayed is probably... no less than the power of a hundred true dragons!
“Who is this person?”
Among the warriors, Xu Yuanjun looked around with his eyebrows furrowed. Just as Wangyue Palace had speculated on the power of immortals and warriors, they had naturally also calculated the power of natives and immortals, and even ranked the top fifteen candidates, leaving others alone.
How come the first among the indigenous monks to have sex is so powerful?
The Chilian Immortal Lord opposite also had a deep expression.
"Wisteria Palace is a good trick!"
Wang Yue Bubai laughed and asked: "Who comes first, heaven or earth?"
Among the warriors, Su Chen stepped forward, but as soon as he raised his foot, Jiang Baili waved his true energy to stop him. He reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't be reckless, get on someone first and try his strength!"
Su Chen smiled brightly and stopped moving forward.
“Let me try!”
Among the immortals, a majestic immortal with white hair jumped onto the stage and bowed his hands: “Please!”
“ Please!”
The two of them simultaneously placed one hand on the Mitsubishi sword blades on both sides of the belly of the statue of the great god of strength.
The tall body of the indigenous monk was shaken, the purple energy was mottled, and his divine power was highlighted.
The immortal was surrounded by white immortal energy, his body was tense, and a three-legged golden crow appeared behind him.
“Buzz——”
“Buzz——”
The divine power reaching the sky on both shoulders of the statue of the giant god lights up at the same time.
Indigenous monk [Power of one hundred and seven true dragons]
Immortal [Power of one hundred and three true dragons]
The expression of the immortal suddenly changed.
Since it is a wrestling match, it is natural to go all out. Although this native monk only has the strength of four dragons more than him, the difference in strength between these four dragons is tens of millions of kilograms. "噌——"
The harsh friction sound resounded in all directions, making the eardrums hurt. The Mitsubishi sword slowly moved towards the immortal.
Thirty breaths pass in the blink of an eye.
The immortal smiled bitterly and gave up: "This dear fellow from Wisteria Palace is so strong that I can't defeat you."
Leap down and retreat.
"噌——"
The Mitsubishi Sword magically resets itself.
"Concession!"
The indigenous monk from Wisteria Palace laughed and looked at the camp of immortals and warriors, "Who else is there?"
A bit arrogant.
Both the immortals and warriors breathed a sigh of relief. The power of one hundred and seven true dragons is good to say, but in this way, most people don't have to compete. The starting point is one hundred, even the Chi Lian Xianjun and senior Jiang Taibai don't have to compete. There must be, most people will be wiped out instantly.
“Huh——”
Many people’s tense nerves relaxed.
"Huyou! Go!"
Xu Yuanjun suddenly spoke.
"Here!"
Among the warriors, a stocky man with a sinewy face responded in a muffled voice and walked slowly towards the spiritual square platform.
"Xin Zhuo."
Xue Ji arrived at Xin Zhuo's side at some unknown time and whispered: "What do you think? Xin Zhuo?"
Xin Zhuo was in a daze. Zhong just came back to his senses, and he was thinking about the rationality of this kind of wrestling. If Wangyue Palace tampered with it, wouldn't it mean that whoever wanted to win would win? After thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was okay. Jiang Taibai and the Immortal Clan's Chi Lianxianjun and others were not fools, so he said: "What?"
Xue Ji said: "What do you think of this wrestling?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and said seriously: "It's neat, simple and not difficult at all."
Xue Ji turned white. He glanced at it and said: "It's not difficult. The difficulty is that I don't have such power. Master wanted to ask me to try it. I have the nine-tailed fox's divine power, but I only have one hundred and five." The power of the true dragon, this native of Wisteria Palace, brushed me off all of a sudden. It was so boring. Did you think you would be able to compete today? "
Xin Zhuo said: " Yes!”
His voice was not deliberately suppressed, he spoke clearly and clearly, and he did not avoid people. He just wanted to go up.
"Shua——"
More than a dozen warriors around him looked at him with a bit of surprise in their eyes.
Even Jiang Taibai, Xu Yuanjun and Jiang Baili looked at him in confusion.
Wrestling cannot rely on spiritual treasures, magic weapons and special items, and pure things like strength are superficial. Even if you have magical spells that can enhance strength, you still have to use your body as a medium. , this will more or less be revealed in his words and deeds. For example, Su Chen looks very powerful.
On the other hand, Xin Zhuo has a well-proportioned figure, but is not strong. His manners are elegant and flowing like water. At first glance, he is not good at strength. How can he dare to say that he can face a master with the power of one hundred and seven true dragons? Are you sure?
Su Chen scolded in a deep voice: "Ignorant kid, this matter is related to the life and death of a master in the world. How can you talk nonsense and think you are trying to trick a girl?"
Xin Zhuo was silent, too lazy to answer, and When such people argue, they will only end up in a fight.
At this moment on the spiritual energy square platform, the winner has been decided, and the warrior Huyou [the power of one hundred and ten true dragons] wins.
The man from Wisteria Palace was not discouraged. He smiled calmly and retreated.
“The grandson from Bainiao Pavilion will not return!”
Another indigenous monk jumped to the spiritual square platform. (End of this chapter)