The giant bear roars, and the flying dragon ascends to heaven!

With Li Gong's power, the flying bear and dragon magic image began to grow bigger, occupying half of the seventh arena, with a majestic momentum. Even the elders of the inner court in the inner court were surprised and retreated.

Looking at the young man as small as a frog not far away, Li Gong was full of energy, and the joy of victory appeared in his eyes.

The only thing that puzzled Li Gong was that in the face of the upcoming defeat, Luo Chuan was not at all uneasy or panic. He was still standing casually like when he first went to the arena, with one hand behind his back, raised his head, and stared calmly at the magic image that occupied most of the arena.

For no reason, Li Gong felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He only felt that Luo Chuan's eyes were too calm, and the calm was long and profound, as if they were not here to fight, but rather they were immersed in some unknown memory of passing away...

...

In late autumn a thousand years ago, in the same season as today, a man from a distant continent quietly descended to the south of the world with his ulterior motives.

In the Yinchuan dungeon named Juye, a man from Tianchen found his first opponent.

"Three moves defeat me?" In the square, the majestic bald Taoist held a wine pot in one hand and played with the pepper milk of the beauty in his arms with the other, and foolingly stared at the white-haired man.

In the night of the square, laughter came, and the bonfire made the intoxicated cheeks of men, women, young and old, and shiny.

The white-haired man casually swept across the monks in the city, opened his lips and spit out two words: "Silence."

It was like a gust of cold wind swept away, and the originally vibrant dungeon instantly withered and withered silently.

Fei Fujun looked at the woman who was sealed into a stone sculpture in her arms, and her face gradually became solemn.

"Take out your strongest skills and don't let their deaths be meaningless." said Jiulongjun.

The bald Taoist stood up, and his back extended upwards, as if it was connected to the city wall, as tall and wide. The wind blew and thunder, the Taoist's figure became dim and depressed, as if it was hidden in the shadow of the night. At the same time, an extremely powerful aura filled the sky and clouds.

He raised his head and stared at the giant creature falling from the sky, as if he was about to overwhelm the city, and a hint of disappointment rose on his face.

"Dharma? It's boring."

Jiulongjun's body turned into a afterimage, and he seemed to have moved, but he seemed to have not moved.

When he turned around, the dragon bear Dharma image exploded like fireworks above his head. And the magnificent bald Taoist, he stood in the middle of the square, but could no longer move.

"One move..."

A mysterious laughter sounded in the night, and the huge Yinchuan dungeon became dead in the laughter of Jiulongjun.

...

In the Emptiness of Mountain Realm, a thousand years later, Luo Chuan put away his reminiscence.

The most powerful man in Tiannan, the unique skill hidden by the Saint of Feifu is the flying bear and dragon. This is the flying bear and the most hidden killer move. Who would have encountered Jiulongjun when he used it for the first time?

Although the Dharma image of heaven and earth are terrible, it is not the enemy of the Nine Dragons Lord.

With his eyes gathered, Luo Chuan's divine thoughts returned to the Seventh Arena.

The Dharma-like heaven and earth are pressing towards each other, fighting against the small with the big and bullying the weak with the strong. This is the first orthodox battle technique in millions of years.

As he stepped forward, Luo Chuan had not yet activated his true energy, his body moved to tear the air into two halves.

In an instant, Luo Chuan appeared under the Dharma image of more than twenty feet.

There were bursts of exclamations outside the arena.

No one would have thought that in the face of the obviously invincible Dharma image of heaven and earth, Luo Chuan actually chose to force himself. Many people showed disappointment in their eyes. The demon master looked away and Elder Duan sighed in a low voice.

The shadow of the Dharma image like a mountain drowns Luo Chuan. At this moment, a strange aura suddenly rose. Those who watched the battle were all those who practice Taoism, with their five senses sharp, and all of them sensed the despair that emerged from the aura.

"Overbial ability! Are you looking for death?"

The elder of the Inner Punishment Pavilion who was guarding the seventh arena was furious and flew to save without thinking.

Under the shadow of the Dharma image, Luo Chuan put one hand behind his back and the other hand across the afterimage. The airflow around his body seemed to be summoned, and instantly gathered in his palm.

His fist seemed to move, but it didn't seem to move.

The past that happened a thousand years ago finally happened a thousand years later.

When Luo Chuan turned around, there was a "boom", and the Dharma images of heaven and earth were split on his head! The light and shadow of the flying bear and dragon were like fireworks exploding, turning into powder and disappearing.

Li Gong's eyes were peeling off, his face was nowhere to be looked down. He sat down in the middle of the arena, as if he was stunned, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of incredible.

The body of the elder of the Inner Punishment Pavilion stopped abruptly and looked at the scene in surprise. After a while, he suddenly realized that the aura of despair did not come from Luo Chuan, but his opponent Li Gong.

There was a silence on the battlefield, and everyone was stunned.

"One move..." Xiang Shaoyu's whole body was stiff, staring at Luo Chuan incredibly, his mind was blank. Yu Guangzhong, Tang Yan'er's smile was so dazzling.

A similar reaction also appeared on Luo Fei and Yan Daoming.

Yan Daoming sat cross-legged on the ground as always, his tall figure made him particularly conspicuous. The fiery red gun handle was tightly held in the heart of his fist, and a blood mark was carved out of his palm. Luo Fei's eyes were frozen, his mouth was slightly wide open, calm and free, and his elegant demeanor, leaving him far away at this moment.

"You two must not have any shadows when you break the nearly five-grade method in one move." Lu Boya's voice came from the back.

Luo Fei and Yan Daoming's shoulders trembled slightly, and their faces turned red at the same time.

The disciples of the Tao who had disdained Luo Chuan before looked at Luo Chuan again.

"I lost."

Leaving the bow, his voice was tired and arduous.

Luo Chuan nodded, about to end.

At this moment, a shock sounded, and everyone's eyes turned to another fighting arena behind Luo Chuan.

On the first arena, the disciples of Heilong Peak who had just started playing had just used the method. Before they even touched the opponent's shadow, they were hit out of the arena with one move.

His opponent was a young man in blue. What's strange is that he did not wear any head crowns.

Just a moment later, on the second arena, the disciple of Chixia Peak was defeated by one move and fainted. The one who defeated him was also a strange young man in blue.

The guests of the immortals on the Guanli Pavilion can no longer sit still. In the immortals' fighting, unless their cultivation skills are one level higher, or the level of the method is too high, it is extremely difficult to defeat the opponent in one move. In this round, in three battles at the same time, there was a phenomenon of defeating the opponent in one round.

Subconsciously, everyone turned their attention to the third arena.

One side is a disciple of Zi Jifeng, and the other side is still a young man in green.

The disciple of Ziji Peak looked particularly solemn, but when he raised his head and saw the face of the man opposite, he was stunned.

"Let's fight." said the young man in green, his voice was quiet and low.

Taking a step, the young man in green waved his hand, and the wind and clouds were turbulent under his sleeves, thunder and fire were flowing, and the light of the sun and the moon seemed to hide the universe.

The long-lost disciple and the long-lost method are Xiao Qiankunxiu and Huaxin.

Luo Fei, Huo Jun, Yan Daoming, and Lu Boya were all stunned. Once upon a time, the young man in green in the third arena was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing tightly on their heads, making them breathless.

Until later, Hua Xin was defeated by the genius Chen Yusheng of Kuntingshan, and lost the title of ten young masters. He was in a slump and faded out of everyone's sight. After a long time not seeing Hua Xin, the disciples just thought he was undergoing a secret trial and did not think much about it.

Bang!

With one move, the Ziji Peak disciples threw them out of the field, and there was another unsurprising battle.

At this point, the white mist on the first row of the dragon and phoenix black carving stone tablet had just dissipated, revealing the names that had been hidden for a long time: Beiliutian, Yuan Qiye, Huaxin.

"How can the Kongxu Mountain Realm maintain its scenery for nearly tens of thousands of years? How could it be as superficial as it looks on the surface? Is this the core disciple secretly cultivated by the Kongxu Mountain Realm?" Luo Chuan turned to look at the three of them and said in his heart.

Huaxin and the other two did not use too many methods. Their skills were not only far higher than their opponents, but even a little higher than Luo Fei and the other four.

Although Luo Fei and the other four have successfully built Huangting, they can make breakthroughs in their practice, from no water to a natural conclusion. Hard work, talent, understanding, and opportunity are indispensable. Even Luo Fei and the other four may not be able to break through to the True Pill Realm.

The artistic conception exposed by Hua Xin and the other two was infinitely close to that of Gao Pang Second Young Master from the Great Migration Peak. In other words, it was a foregone conclusion that they broke through the True Dan Realm, and the only difference was to break through the window paper.

"The surprise in your big chest? Just do whatever you make a fuss, just don't steal my spiritual veins." Luo Chuan said in his heart and turned around and walked down the arena.

Hua Xin turned his head and looked at the seventh arena, only seeing a slight look that disappeared in an instant.

"The first arena, Beiliu Tiansheng."

"The second arena, Yuan Qiye Sheng."

"Hua Xin won the third arena."

The elders guarding the arena calmly announced the result of the battle. They had predicted that there would be variables long before the competition began, but they didn't know how these three people would appear.

Outside the arena, internal and external disciples, including the disciples of the main peak, were all talking. After all, except Hua Xin, the other two young men in green were very unfamiliar.

Not long after, a famous true disciple suddenly said, "I remember, when I was six years old, I had just arrived at the Kongxu Mountain Realm, and there was a junior brother named Beiliutian. Half a year later, he disappeared. I always thought he was eliminated from the mountain gate."

"I seem to have seen that Yuan Qiye somewhere... By the way, there was a trial when I was eleven, and it seemed that he was the first place."

"So they are all former disciples of Kongxu Mountain Realm!"

"All brothers."

The voice of discussion came into his ears, and a disdainful smile appeared on Bei Liutian's handsome face: "Senior brothers...hum."

Yuan Qiye's face was cold and he stood motionless on the second arena, with a hint of chill all over his body, keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Huaxin is a little better, neither salty nor light, looking into the distance, I don’t know what I’m thinking.

In unison, none of the three of them walked out of the arena.

On the pavilion, Elder Zhu frowned and said loudly: "The next round of competition is about to begin, you three will come down for the time being."
Chapter completed!