The Strongest Qi Refiner

As for Zhanlong Pavilion... but no one appeared for a long time.

"Uncle Jing, let me go. I can feel that this woman on the stage is very strong." Down the stage, Murongjian, dressed in light blue clothes, said to the bald old man in front of him, "I trust The strength of the juniors, but the aura on this woman...obviously has been hidden, and not only shows that... Besides, the aura on her body is very strange."

Yuan Jing frowned, still hesitating.

In the face of a little-known sect in the central region, it was obviously unreasonable to send a trump card in the first game.

Moreover, Yuan Jing also has selfish intentions.

He is the leader of the Dragon Slash Pavilion in this Hundred Sects Competition.

In the team, there is his personal disciple Yuan Hao.

The reason why he brought Yuan Hao was to let him appear on the stage, show off his skills, and accumulate some sect honors.

If Murong Jian was sent, the opportunity would be lost in vain.

Of course, what Murong Jian said also made sense.

This female disciple of Ziyan Palace is indeed very strange in strength.

But Yuan Hao's strength is not weak, his cultivation level has reached the middle of Yuan Ying period.

Even if the woman's true strength is twice as strong as the one revealed, he is confident that Yuan Hao can win.

"Yuanhao, you are here." After some consideration, Yuan Jing made a decision.

Yuan Hao is his personal disciple and he trusts him very much.

"Uncle Jing..." Murongjian's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

Yuan Jing waved his hand and said, "Jian'er, I have decided. Let Yuan Hao play this game... There is no reason to play the trump card at the beginning..."

Murong Jian wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"Senior Brother Murong, please believe me, I will definitely win the Zhanlong Pavilion!" Yuan Hao bowed and clasped his fists to Murong Jian.

Murong Jian nodded lightly and said, "Junior Brother, be careful in everything. If you feel something is not right, you can immediately raise your hand to signal your defeat. Don't force it."

Yuan Hao clasped his fists to the fellow seniors behind him and jumped onto the martial arts stage.

Demonstrating one's strength on a stage as big as the Hundred Sects Competition is a dream for any sect child.

And if you can win, it is a great honor.

Standing on the stage, Yuan Hao felt the many gazes around him, only feeling a surge of pride in his heart.

This is his dream!

Get on the stage of the Hundred Sects Competition and win!

"Zhanlong Pavilion, Yuan Hao." Yuan Hao looked at the embroidered plum in front of him, clasping his fists.

Xiumei stood in place, expressionless and without any introduction.

"clang!"

At this time, the bell rang!

This high-profile battle of focus has begun!

"Long Slashing Technique!"

Yuan Hao screamed, not intending to spare any effort.

He wants to solve this battle in the most direct and swift way!

At the magic point, a crimson light appeared on Yuan Hao's body.

He folded his hands in front of him, condensing a crescent scimitar.

The scimitar showed a flame burning posture, and the breath was compelling!

Yuan Hao held this scimitar in both hands and cut it out towards the embroidered plum in front of it!

"boom!"

A flame sword aura in the form of a half moon blasted towards Xiumei!

Xiumei's figure flashed and moved out horizontally.

"boom!"

But at this time, Yuan Hao rushed towards her landing position!

Within two seconds, Yuan Hao appeared in front of Xiumei, and the scimitar slashed down!

Judging from the location of the embroidered plum, it is inevitable!

Yuan Hao exerted slight force with both hands to deviate the position of the blade and did not chop towards Xiumei's head.

But in the next second, when the blade of the knife was about to touch Xiumei's shoulder, a cloud of gray air really burst out of Xiumei's body!

"call!"

Grey Qi instantly wrapped Yuan Hao in it.

For a while, neither of them could see clearly!

"Damn! Don't use this kind of blindfold!" Many spectators in the audience yelled!

They had just seen the wonderful matchup, but they were obscured before they thought.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the gray air, there was a muffled noise.

The sound lasted for nearly ten seconds and stopped abruptly.

The auditorium also fell into silence, staring at the competition stage.

In the audience, Murong Jian frowned.

The gray gas slowly dissipated.

But before the gray gas dissipated, a figure flew out of the gray gas.

"boom!"

This figure fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled noise.

Judging from the clothes he wears... this person is Yuan Hao from the Dragon Slashing Pavilion!

At this moment, Yuan Hao was covered with blood stains, blood splashed around his body, motionless.

The gray gas dissipated completely, and Xiumei's figure appeared.

There is also a lot of blood on her purple-gold robe, but it is obviously from the other party...because she can't see the wound on her body~www.ltnovel.com~This competition... is that over?

Zhanlong Pavilion, lost! ?

"... In the first round, Ziyan Palace won!" The referee was obviously taken aback, but he quickly recovered and announced the result.

"boom!"

A figure sprang out from the venue of the Dragon Slashing Pavilion and fell onto the competition stage in a flash.

It is Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing picked up Yuan Hao, and saw the sunken body parts, his canthus was cracking.

Although Yuan Hao is still breathing... but this kind of injury will become disabled even if healed!

"You..." Yuan Jing's eyes were red, and he stared at the embroidered plum in front of him.

But at this time, Xiumei has turned around and walked towards the back.

The faces of all the people in the audience were shocked.

This Ziyan Palace, this female disciple...how could it be so powerful?

Even the elite disciples sent by Dragon Slashing Pavilion in the Northern Capital... are not her opponents...

Moreover, it was solved very easily...

"Oh my God, this Purple Flame Palace... after this Hundred Sects Competition, I am afraid it will be famous in the summer!"

...

Fang Yu stood on the steps of the auditorium on the other side, staring straight ahead at the venue where the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace were located.

He could see clearly the situation on the competition stage.

That cloud of gray...it's not simple.

And this group of gray energy is not only on the woman, but the five remnants of the Purple Flame Palace who have just arrived all have the same aura.

One of them was obviously overpowering the other five.

This person is probably Jiangdao!

"A total of six people... Am I killing them one by one, or killing them all at once?" Fang Yu stared at the six figures in front of him, with an extremely cold smile on his mouth.