Eternal Gate

"It's good to have a discussion."

Liangqiu's words caused the audience to raise their eyebrows.

This is the saint son of Wenshixianzong! His cultivation base is the eighth level of the genuine Xuanxian, with a solid foundation, hegemonic heritage, and he has the capital for leapfrogging. .

"Xuanxian eightfold vs. fairy sixfold."

"Aren't you bullying people!"

Jiang Yuling was very upset and cast a blank look at Liangqiu.

"Ling'er." Jiang Yurou said lightly.

In the following words, she used Yuanshen Voice Transmission.

"He is the saint son of Wen Shixianzong, and he must not be rude."

"The saint son must also be reasonable!" Jiang Yuling sneered.

Her expression fell into Liangqiu's eyes even more furious.

For the sake of a little fairy, Jiang Yuling was so rebellious and hateful.

"Taoists have a high level of cultivation, and they think they are invincible." Zhao Yun arched his hand courteously, turned and left, not for counseling, but for not wanting to cause trouble. For the first time, everything needs to be low-key.

"It's all here, so why don't you have two tricks."

Liangqiu smiled faintly, moved another step, and stopped Zhao Yun for the second time. A paper folding fan opened and shook gracefully, "This saint son is not taking advantage of you, so he will be reduced to a battle."

As he said, his whole body flashed with silver light.

After that, his eighth level cultivation base of Xuanxian descended to the sixth level of the immortal.

This wave of operations has aroused the admiration of a crowd of nymphomaniacs, who deserves to be the saint son of Xianzong in the world! Sure enough, he was a bright and upright gentleman, Xuanxian's eighth rank, and he didn't bully Xiaoxian, he was willing to lower his rank for a battle.

"If I'm afraid, I won't force it."

Liangqiu said casually, stepping onto the stone platform. More precisely, it was a stage. On weekdays, it should be a place for fairies to dance and have fun. This time, it is most suitable as a battle platform.

"Holy Son condescends and lowers his rank, if you still shouldn't fight, then you won't show your face."

Quite a few people laughed, but they didn’t laugh, and when they spoke, they gathered together very consciously. They stood in a particular position, blocking Zhao Yun’s path, and the implication was obvious: today, you don’t fight. Need to fight, want to go? No way.

The world where the strong respects the strong is such a reality that fools can see that the saint son of the world immortal sect, to find some fun tonight, how can he be disappointed, they all have to cooperate well.

It's good to be hard.

Just catch the ducks on the shelves.

You also have to push this little fairy to the battlefield.

Without a word, Zhao Yun turned to the battlefield.

He doesn't want to cause trouble, it doesn't mean he is afraid of trouble.

Although he didn't know why Liangqiu was targeting him in this way, since the opponent wanted to fight, he didn't mind a fight.

"Before the sermon, there was actually an appetizer." All the people present were energetic and gathered under the battle arena. In their opinion, it looked like watching people fighting, which was more interesting than listening to the predecessors' preaching.

"Within five moves, that Xiaoxian will lose."

"You too value him too much, three tricks, no more."

"That's right, the saint son of Wen Shixianzong has never failed at the same level."

It hasn't even started, and there is a lot of noisy at the moment. Between the lines, he holds the Saint Son of the World Fairy Sect high up. By the way, I don't forget to sarcastic Zhao Yun.

In this regard, Zhao Yun did not change his expression.

On the opposite side, Liangqiu, with the folding fan in his hand, swayed into a better place. He enjoyed the feeling of being admired by others.

"You can add more color." Liangqiu smiled and looked at Zhao Yun.

"Whatever." Zhao Yun said faintly.

"I win, just kneel down and kowtow with me." Liangqiu smiled playfully.

"Then he won?" Before Zhao Yun could say anything, he heard the mischief scream.

"He wins, this thing belongs to him."

Liang Qiu flicked his hand, and a purple spirit orb flew out of his sleeve and hung in the air, muxing with Xinghui, shining with a dreamy halo.

"Oh my God! Hun Yuanzhu?" Someone in the audience was surprised.

"Why, this thing is very valuable?" The troublemaker glanced around.

"Old is valuable." Someone held his hand, "Put it in Dan Sea or Purple Mansion, it can temper the immortal power as much as possible, and it has the magical effect of warming up the body for many years."

"It's so embarrassing that the Saint Son of the World is gambled with this thing."

"In a winning game, it doesn't matter what he bet on."

"That's true."

There are many whispers below, and the thief is rare in that spiritual orb.

More than they are rare, Zhao Gongzi is also rare. Someone gives treasures, this... how embarrassed?

"Three tricks to defeat you."

Liangqiu's words are leisurely and full of words.

Seeing a ray of silver air in his hand, it cut into a sword air in the air.

"Some way."

Zhao Yun said in his heart that the power of this sword aura is indeed terrifying, and regardless of whether it is lowered or not, Liangqiu of the Eightfold Profound Immortal is definitely better than the Wushan Old Way of the Peak Profound Immortal, and can be the saint son of the Immortal Sect. , Really is not a general role.

Did not think much.

He stepped out, avoiding the sword energy.

On the face, he ran into Liangqiu, really fast as a ghost, with a finger like a sword rainbow, poking at the center of his eyebrows.

Zhao Yun leaned sideways and avoided easily, grabbing Liangqiu's wrist along the way, and pulling up Liangqiu with a waist and a horse, and when it was over, he slammed on the battle platform with a bang.

The hard battle platform, the broken stones collapsed and flew.

It was also a hard battle platform, and was smashed into a big humanoid hole.

Well...!

Liang Qiu let out a muffled grunt, and the last moment he laughed, it made people feel like a spring breeze. In this second, the whole person is not good. The ghost knows where this little fairy has such a strong force, and his bones and bones are suffering from the fall.

"this....."

The spectators were also shocked, and their eyes were round.

Was the son of questioning be thrown? That Xiaoxian is not slow to react! Easily avoided Liangqiu with a finger, and caught the opportunity and fell violently. Although the posture is not beautiful, it hurts to look at it!

break!

The immortal force inside Liangqiu rolled, instilled in his arm, and forcibly shook Zhao Yun back.

But he flew behind him in one step, and a silver light shot out from the center of his eyebrows. It was a silver mirror, which should be his natal magic weapon. It trembled, shone brightly, and was extremely lethal.

Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, and a Zhu Xian Jue flipped over the silver mirror.

Liangqiu snorted again, and was backlashed by the magic weapon of his life, stepping back step by step.

Before he settled down, Zhao Yun had already deceived him and pierced Changhong with one sword.

Liangqiu's expression was awe-inspiring, the opponent's speed was too fast, and Jianwei had already locked him in, so he couldn't avoid it at all.

Zheng!

The sword roar was harsh, and Zhao Yunren arrived at the sword.

Of course, when the tip of the sword was only half an inch from Liangqiu’s throat, he stopped abruptly and removed the power of the sword. Already divided.

There was deathly silence in the audience.

More than half of the people have their mouths slightly open.

At the same level, the Saint Son of Wen Shi Xianzong unexpectedly lost.

no more, no less.

Exactly three rounds.

However, it was Liangqiu who lost.

"Really underestimated him."

Too many people's eyes turned to Zhao Yun.

This six-fold little fairy is actually hidden deep!

"It turns out that you can fight like this."

Jiang Yuling's beautiful eyes flickered, and it was the first time she saw Zhao Zilong make a move, she was really shocked.

What is more exciting than her look is Jiang Yurou, who is beside her, and her mouth is slightly open. It is unbelievable. As a disciple of Wenshixianzong, how strong Liangqiu is, she knows nothing better. Lost, and often leapfrogged the challenge, the record is brilliant.

now.

Against a little fairy at the same level, he was defeated so simply.

Back and forth, only three rounds!

It was her eyes that were clumsy, and that little fairy was actually a devilish evildoer against the sky.

"Unexpectedly." The most stable thing is the troublemaker. Zhao Zilong is not an ordinary immortal. The Wushan old way at the peak of Xuanxian has been destroyed. In the same level battle, how can Liangqiu be his opponent.

The most unacceptable is Liang Qiu.

How high his posture was before, how embarrassed it was at this moment.

Three strokes to defeat you.

This word still echoes in my ears.

In fact? He was defeated by three strokes and was slapped in the face.

"you lose."

Zhao Yun let out a faint sound, and turned around with his sword.

As for the Hunyuan Pearl, he did not forget to accept it.

"Where to go."

Liangqiu became angry and chased afterwards.

Seeing silver flashes in his sleeve, the cold sword light pierced the sky.

NS...!

The troublemaker yelled, "It's shameless, right?"

Not only does he want to scold, but even people with good behavior want to have a voice. Not long ago, did they think Liangqiu was a modest gentleman? At this time, it was so poignant, the dignified saint son could not afford to lose, and such a sneak attack completely lost the face of Wen Shi Xianzong.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun's footwork was mysterious and escaped the sword light.

Liang Qiu’s eyes were blood-red, swept across a sea of ​​immortals, and swallowed it. It was only careless before he was caught off guard by the opponent. This time he would do his best. For him, the process is not important, the important thing is the result, anyway. , He has to get back this round on the battlefield.

boom!

Zhao Yun opened the body-protecting Tiangang and collapsed the Xianhai.

Liang Qiu underestimated him, and he also underestimated Liang Qiu, a dignified son of the sect, but he was so shameless that he would lose when he lost. Under the eyes of everyone, he actually carried out a sneak attack by his mother.

Go out!

Liangqiu waved his arms, and Thunder Dragon roared.

Zhao Yun was stronger than him, and blasted Thunder Dragon with a punch.

"Suppress me."

Liang Qiu put his hands together and quickly changed the Yin Jue.

But with a buzzing sound, a towering pagoda came from under the sky. The pagoda is illusory, but magnificent, like the top of Mount Tai, and it is very swallowed. It instantly collects Zhao Yun into the tower, and you can see the flames burning inside. A flash of lightning has the power to ban and destroy it.

"Ling Tian forbidden law?" Someone asked in amazement.

"Liangqiu was pressed." Many people sighed.

"The little fairy is afraid that he will kneel." The old man at the scene stroked his beard.

Face slaps always came in time to set the scene. As soon as their words fell, they saw the pagoda sway, and a large hole was blasted from the inside to the outside, and Zhao Yun jumped out like a dragon.

hiss!

All spectators in the audience gasped.

Liang Qiu spurted a **** domineering side leak, suffered a backlash, and then retreated after being shocked. He couldn't be more shocked. What kind of freak was this kid?

"Da Luo Tianshou."

Zhao Gongzi ascended to the sky in one step, turning his hand to cover it.

His palm power is really strong. Liangqiu, who was still in shock, was beaten to his knees by a palm. Ren Liangqiu's immortal power was surging, and he couldn't support the domineering palm power, so he was crushed under a mountain.

.........

There are chapters to come later.