"not good!"

Wang Youyu looked "panicked", looked up and turned to the most gorgeous hanging cabinet box, and said anxiously: "Report to the sect leader, saint, there seems to be something wrong with the magic circle. Should I end the battle?"

Before the people in the hanging cabinet said anything, there were bursts of cheering sounds around.

"Don't stop, continue!"

"That's right, there is a rare serious son-in-law selection contest, how can it end like this?"

"Yes, we waited for three months before we waited for the son-in-law selection contest of your Tianxing Holy Sect. We first delayed the date change, but now this is a mess, and we don't bring such a person to the point!"

"That's right, keep fighting, whoever stops will be cowards!"

In the hanging pavilion, Bai Yiqing sat cross-legged under a group of strong auras and expressionless escorts, with a calm expression. Taoist Liuyue next to him sneered and said, "Then let's continue."

Wang Youyu nodded slightly, an apology smile appeared on her face, and saluted to the monks from all directions of Tiandao Palace and said, "Don't worry, my holy sect will definitely find out the reason for the failure of the magic circle."

While talking, the ring match has reached the third round.

Losing the protection of the magic circle has aroused the real fighting spirit and hidden ferocity of the participating geniuses. The battle became more and more intense. Every game was full of fists and blood. As more and more serious monks were injured, the injuries became more and more serious. There were even two geniuses who were seriously injured and dying. The sound of cheering under the ring gradually became smaller, and some masters who accompanied their juniors to participate in the competition frowned.

"Hmph, the Heavenly Star Holy Sect cannot even provide the origin continuously. Could it be that I came to the wrong place? Is this the top three major sects in the Tianchen Continent?" A master of the third-level Tiantian snorted coldly, staring at his nephew who had just entered the next round on the ring, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "If it really doesn't work, I'll stop choosing a son-in-law..."

Before he could finish his words, his hair was standing up. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell to his nephew's third round opponent. His whole body felt like he fell into an ice cave, and his body was trembling.

Standing opposite his nephew was a fat black monk with a bun on his head, and the man didn't move. But from a distance, he could feel the terrifying aura flashing in his body. The moment he touched the black fat man's gaze, the third-level master of the Heavens felt that he had walked between life and death.

"No! Stop..." he shouted, but it was still too late.

The black fat monk who looked strangely flicked his middle finger and flew directly out of the young monk opposite him, and thrust his roar and crashed into the Taoist jade wall in the main hall, sinking deep in it, as if he was so angry that he didn't know how to live or die.

"The power is still a bit too high."

The Great Sage Kunpeng, who specially found a new Taoist robe to participate in the ring competition, buttoned his nose. He swung his cheeks, turned around and jumped off the ring and shouted: "Marry! Marry! They are all mine! Mohahaha!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by the Great Sage Kunpeng, and the coldness suddenly arose. Three consecutive rounds of succession, and none of the genius monks who fought against this person could survive a move, all of them were defeated, and they were still lying outside the ring. I don't know how to live or die!

"Why do you have such a heavy hand? Song Pi, Guangcheng, is in Song Ping, I dare to ask your name Gao!"

The third-level master of the Heavens fed the unconscious nephew's pills. He stood up and stared at the Great Saint Kunpeng.

"I'm so annoying."

The Great Sage Kunpeng took out his ears and hummed impatiently.

Buzz!

The third-level master of the heavens shook his head, bleeding from his seven orifices, and fell to the ground with no idea of ​​life and death.

The entire Tiandao Palace suddenly became quiet. Whether it was the young genius participating in the son-in-law selection competition or the monk watching, they looked at the back of the Great Saint Kunpeng swaying towards the next scene, they were all shocked and panicked.

"Who is that person? So strong! The Emperor is just like that!"

"Song Ping Guangcheng Song Pi... He is a peak cultivator of the third level of the heavens and a famous master in the field of the Tianxing Holy Sect. How could he be so unfair if he hadn't met the strongest!"

"The son-in-law selection competition has always targeted young monks. How can an emperor come out? What happened? This is unfair!"

"How can I fight this! He can sweep the whole audience by himself! He can't continue!"

"Yes, stop quickly!"

The discussion became louder and louder. Not only did the monks protest, but even the young geniuses on the ring looked at the Great Saint Kunpeng with fear and retreated while gathering together.

The only one who did not move was the Thunder Emperor Son.

He stood firmly on the ring, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at the Great Saint Kunpeng who was walking towards him, which was the opponent of the Fourth Round of the Great Saint Kunpeng. The dignity of the genius on the Tianbang and the son of the Emperor made him muster up the courage to retreat, but what really made him stay where he was was the terrifying aura that was like an eternal abyss, covering him.

The Great Saint Kunpeng is still ten steps away from him. He is already sweating profusely, spending most of his energy, and his face is as white as paper.

Wang Youyu was stunned, turned her head quickly and looked at the hanging pavilion.

In the hanging pavilion, Bai Yiqing and Liu Yue exchanged glances and frowned.

"Who is he?" Bai Yiqing asked.

"This... I don't know, there is no such person on the list. But being able to enter the arena means that he has passed the first three rounds of assessment... Why did such a person come to participate in the selection of a son-in-law?" Taoist Priest Liuyue said in a daze.

"His aura is not inferior to Master Miaoling, and his artistic conception is countless times older than Master Miaoling... Liu Yue, hurry up and announce the termination of the selection of a son-in-law competition." Bai Yiqing said quickly with a cold face, and a hint of uneasiness arose in her heart.

"good."

Liu Yue flashed and appeared outside the hanging pavilion, clearing her throat and said, "Everyone, since there were too many accidents in this son-in-law selection competition, there may be other hidden information, so I will stop here. I hope you understand and give it up."

After the words came to an end, most monks on the ring breathed a sigh of relief, and the young genius participating in the competition was even more secretly glad.

"call……"

The Emperor Thunder Son also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wanted to save face, he knew that if he fought with the person in front of him, he would be completely disgraceful. He was about to say something, so he raised his head and faced the gaze of the black fat monk opposite. His head rumbled and a mouthful of blood spurted forward.

The big Saint Kunpeng, which was originally as dark as the bottom of the pot, was so dark that his nose and eyes were not visible. His teeth creaked, and his eyes were filled with anger. His big cheeks trembled slightly, and they gradually began to shake.

"Just stop here? What did you say?"

The Great Saint Kunpeng suddenly raised his head and stared at Liu Yue.

"I am not married yet! You are about to end! Are you playing with me?"

"Hahaha, you ugly woman! If you are not afraid that this Great Sage will demolish your nest, just stop it!"

Liu Yue was prepared in advance and pinched the seal method in advance. She sacrificed a heavenly magic weapon that had just been obtained from the Hidden Palace in her sleeve, and used all her Taoist power.

But even so, the pressure in Kunpeng's Great Saint's eyes was still like a flood, rolling in, making Liu Yue almost breathless. All the previous preparations were just to prevent her from making a fool of herself in public, and this was just a gaze of Kunpeng's Great Saint.

So strong... Where did the peerless strong man come out? Even if the god aunt Miaoling and the ancestors of the Hidden Palace come out together, they are afraid they can't stop him! Could it be that he is from Xingyuan!

Liu Yue's body trembled slightly, and she said in her heart.

She had seen big scenes. She had followed the Jiulong Lord to fight against Jiutian in the past and saw countless strong people. She might have been able to compare with the fat and ugly man in front of her, but there were only a few!

Such a person is either like Long Yin Nine Heavens, Xiaoyao, or has retreated from the Nine Heavens disputes and has made every effort to attack the supreme realm. How could he appear here? No, this game of the mistress...

Liu Yue exclaimed in her heart that something was wrong.

On the high platform, Wang Youyu frowned.

In the hanging pavilion, the powerful guards from the Hidden Palace around Bai Yiqing looked at each other. They knew the details of Bai Yiqing's game, so they naturally knew that if the choice of a son-in-law could not be stopped, it would mean that Bai Yiqing's game failed and could not lead to Yuxia, and would not be able to relieve the danger of the Tianxing Holy Sect. After so many days of layout and various plans, they would eventually be useless.

"Saint, the ancestors have given you 90% of the power of the Hidden Palace. Don't let Hidden Palace down." An elderly woman with a deep breath as deep as an abyss reminded him.

"rest assured."

Bai Yiqing said, among the people, her expression was the calmest, without any sorrow or joy, and without any surprise.

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold laugh suddenly came from afar, entering the hanging pavilion, and suddenly sounded in the ears of Bai Yiqing and the guards of the Hidden Palace.

"Disciple, you, as expected by your master, finally got to this point and became a saint of the Holy Sect."

"You can really force your teacher out in this game."

"It's a pity that you're still one move after all."

Behind Bai Yiqing, a group of immortal star guards changed color at the same time, quickly casting spells to explore the soul and searching in all directions.

"Master. You are finally here."

Bai Yiqing smiled slightly, smiling happily.

She stood up, walked out of the hanging pavilion, hanged in the air, and bowed to Kunpeng Great Saint: "In the contemporary saint of the Tianxing Holy Sect, Bai Yiqing, I have met the senior."

As soon as Bai Yiqing appeared, all her eyes were instantly focused on her. Although she was wearing a veil, her graceful and perfect figure, her ethereal demeanor, and her beautiful eyes that were faintly visible on the veil, all outlined a peerless beauty who looked like a goddess in the moon palace, which made most young geniuses feel ashamed of themselves.

Facing the mysterious strong man who emerged from nowhere, Bai Yiqing was neither humble nor arrogant, his tone was neither salty nor light, and his momentum was not at a disadvantage.

Lan Xiaosheng, the monk Buxiao waited for the genius on the Tianlist to look at Bai Yiqing, looked at each other, and sighed secretly that he was the rumored Taoist partner of Luo Chuan, and only such a woman was worthy of the monster Luo Chuan.

To everyone's surprise, the Great Sage Kunpeng did not have an attack.

"I know you, aren't you Luo Chuan's woman? Humph, even if you are Luo Chuan's woman, you can't be so domineering and unreasonable! Stop it and stop, do you play with me?" The Great Saint Kunpeng put his hands on his hips, swayed his big cheeks, and looked at Bai Yiqing angrily.

Although the Great Saint Kunpeng was still very angry, his attitude was obviously much better, and even his pressure was deliberately restrained.

Luo Chuan... a dead genius, who has such great face and power!

Countless sighs sounded from the hearts of the monks present. They naturally felt the terrifying power that this black and fat man was carrying. Even the Emperor-level sect leader of the Tianxing Holy Sect was nailed in the air by him with his power. What a realm of cultivation!

"Why did he come here? He is still here to participate in the son-in-law selection competition? He is full and full?"

In the crowd, Luo Chuan, who was hiding in the shadows, raised his head, looked at Kunpeng coldly and shouted loudly, Xinhu sent a voice to curse: "Great Sage, what are you doing! This is Bai Yiqing's case. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for turning against you!" (To be continued...)
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