Amid the sound of fingers and points, Fu Zeguang stood up high, and as his muscles and bones stretched, his breath was like a awakened giant beast, expanding, growing strongly, tragic in a very short time, exuding a strong murderous aura, and his sharpness was like a blade.

His eyebrows and eyes were lowered, his eyes were as bright as stars, sweeping across all directions, and there was no special expression on his face as beautiful as jade. He wanted to search for the opponent designated by the Lord of the Immortal Palace. Unfortunately, he had nothing to do and no one responded.

Much like what other martial artists were thinking about, Fu Zeguang also regarded this competition as a different stage to show himself in front of the three great masters. The ultimate goal was to gain the appreciation of the Master of Bone and then have the possibility of joining his disciples.

From a certain perspective, the two masters of the White Bone and Fu Zeguang have their own thoughts and are rushing in both directions.

Therefore, no matter who the opponent is, he decided to use his strongest side to quickly defeat him. Only by destroying him can he attract the attention of the master.

Meng Zhao also discovered that Fu Zeguang was as keen as a knife and had a strong fighting spirit, so he did not seem very excited or had no pressure.

Yun Danfeng stood up gently, stepped forward in the surprise and surprising eyes of the familiar people around him, and came to the three jade platforms with Fu Zeguang, holding his fists and saluting.

"This is Meng Tao? No, right? Why did I hear that his surname is Bi? Could it be that he used a pseudonym?"

"Hiss, this kid is so young, he doesn't look like a hairy, and his aura is as unpredictable as an abyss. No wonder he can get into the eyes of the master, it's really amazing..."

The warriors who were listening around, and even some disciples of the Immortal Palace whispered, most of them looked at Meng Zhao, and their attitudes of questioning and scrutiny were everywhere. Compared with Fu Zeguang, Meng Zhao was indeed too immature, and his reputation was almost equal to Wu. I don’t know what ability could be remembered by the Lord of the Immortal Palace.

Of course, there is no provocation that the Lord of the Immortal Palace has given him a name first. After all, there are only three great masters who can speak in this hall, and everyone else can only obey orders.

Not to mention that Meng Zhao is also an innate powerful man with unfathomable aura. Even if he is named Fu Zeguang and a dog, he has to respond, unless he doesn't plan to live.

"Fu Zeguang and Meng Tao, you two will have a chance to compete in this hall. There are no limits to the means. We will appreciate what you have learned. I hope to make good use of it and not let this opportunity down."

"Then the light will never let down the expectations of the palace master and the two masters, and they will do their best."

Fu Zeguang faced the powerful master with a huge breath like three god rings. He was small and humble, with an extremely serious expression, respectful and polite expression. He only occasionally glanced at Meng Zhao's gaze, with a little meaning.

I think it was when I was talking to Fu Ning before, and I learned that there was a rift between him and Fu Ning, so I developed a desire to explore.

In comparison, Meng Zhao's waist was as straight as a gun, and his expression was mostly indifferent, which made some people amazed, even the three masters of the Immortal Palace on the Jade Platform were the same.

The Master of Bone smiled and looked at Meng Zhao, and even took the initiative to release a hint of a powerful master who belonged to the master to put pressure on the young boy. However, he saw that he was not aware of it and could not help but praise him.

"Good boy, I don't know how he can practice his spiritual cultivation. This hero is solid, even if he has never taken action, just this style has suppressed Fu Zeguang."

The Lord of the Immortal Palace nodded and agreed,

"Yes, depending on his performance, he has no desires and no desires. He seems to have no desire to get anything from us. However, in comparison, Fu Zeguang's thoughts are a little mixed, and it is inevitable that he will be worried about gains and losses."

Grandmaster Qiao always felt that if the boy Meng Zhao had deep meaning under the jade platform, he would occasionally turn his eyes on him, and he would inevitably have some reverie in his heart.

Although the entire hall is huge in space, it is as wide as a large square.

Therefore, the three jade platforms occupy a considerable area, and the seats of the people around them also occupy a certain proportion. The blank space left is still enough for warriors to compete in martial arts.

Fu Zeguang was the first to take action. Without even calling Meng Zhao in advance, he condensed his own mysterious ghosts and turned into a thick black and terrifying ghost hand that was as terrifying as ink, grabbing Meng Zhao.

The ghost hand appeared very strangely, silently without any warning. It rose from the ground and grabbed Meng Zhao in his direction. It seemed that there was a hideous ghost who had crawled out from the ground and wanted to take Meng Zhao into the Jiuyou Underworld.

Atop the ghost hand, there are dense ghost faces, gloomy and ferocious, joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and fear. Various expressions are different, allowing people with dense phobia to be directly scared to death, adding three points of evil spirit.

This is a strange move by Baigui Xuangang. The ghost hand forms a ghost creature on its own, instantly pulling the opponent into the ghost creature, directly reducing and suppressing the close connection between the opponent and the heaven and earth's vitality, and at the same time, it greatly amplifies various negative emotions of people. It is a secret martial arts against blockades.

If this move is faced with other innate warriors, sixty or seventy percent will suffer heavy losses, and one or two percent will make a cold sweat. Only a very small number of people can deal with it calmly, of course, including Meng Zhao.

He listened from the three great masters, absorbed the master's martial arts wisdom, integrated into his own learning, and made his sudden enlightenment of the creation of the emperor's qi-seeking technique have begun to be incorporated into his entire martial arts system and operated at all times.

As he saw in his eyes, the sky and the earth seemed like a still background board. In the middle of the person, no movement would be able to avoid his qi.

Sometimes, what the eyes see may not be true, but the qi sensation rarely makes mistakes.

Therefore, when Fu Zeguang was about to take action, Meng Zhao had already noticed that the thick black and evil aura underground was like the erupting volcano and could not hide it.

This is also the essence of the Emperor's Qi-seeking Technique. Once this martial art is completed, it is simply an unexpected ability of gods and ghosts.

Although he was also surprised by the strangeness of the other party's methods, he was not at all panic.

Meng Zhao was carrying his hands on his back, straight as pine, and with a slight slight drop under his feet, the lilac dragon energy flashed away, and the ghost hand that seemed to have emerged from the ground was penetrated by a powerful force, shattered, and finally turned into a faint black mist and dissipated.

Fu Zeguang narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous light flashed in his pupils, and he said intimately,

impossible!

In his eyes, or induction, Meng Zhao's slight foot and retreated, there was actually nothing exquisite. The strength of the true energy he used did not seem to be very powerful. It is possible that any innate person present could emit it.

However, it was the most incredible thing that made him feel that these ordinary and ordinary methods were kneaded together and could easily smash his ghost hands like cutting a knife tofu.
Chapter completed!