In the blink of an eye, twenty-five days have passed, and it seems that everything is a foregone conclusion. There is basically no one on the athletic platform to challenge it. The fastest update

"It seems that after the last five days have passed, the quota will be settled."

"Hehe, it is said that the twenty champions will be sent to the Liuli Spirit Realm to recuperate for one year."

Without the fighting, the monks watching were a little bored and talked boredly, and the entire plain was in a buzzing echo.

"Li Li, do you want to participate in the competition for the leader of the Beidou Seven Islands?" At this time, Wang An looked at the quiet competitive stage of the Jindan group and said to Xiao Ruoli in an astonishing voice.

"Ah? Of course I want to go, but the master doesn't let me go." Xiao Ruoli was suddenly stunned and looked at Wang An in surprise.

"Hehe, let's go up by ourselves, they can't stop it anyway!" Wang Anzhe laughed and suddenly said in a low voice.

"If you go, you will choose Ran Qiu in the end. She is the Shui Ling Root. Your Ice Spirit Root has a great advantage in restraining her." Wang An glanced at a woman on the athletic stage and said lightly.

"But let me take the lead first." After Wang An finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his body swayed and shot towards a competitive platform.

"Brother, be careful in everything." Xiao Ruoli solemnly reminded, with no sign of worry on her face; she could only believe Wang An.

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Mo Wuyou comes from Guiyin Sect, a hidden sect that specializes in practicing magical skills. Mo Wuyou successfully defeated Song Qingyun of Tianquan Sect on the fifteenth day, and took action ruthlessly and directly injured Song Qingyun.

After that, he kept sitting firmly on the champion, as if he was cheating, with an ancient ink-colored sword with a scattered sword in a scattered manner and invincible manner.

This man is a natural swordsman, and his attainment in the sword art has reached the level of entry into the sword intention. At the same time, he has the spiritual root of gold, and the law of gold is domineering. With the sword intention of opening and closing, he is invincible and looks down on the people.

"Boom!"

"Disciple Wang An of Tianquan Sect, comes to see the masterpieces of fellow Taoists." Wang An looked at the other party and said indifferently.

In fact, Wang An had set his sights on this guy as early as when he injured Song Qingyun. This time he chose him not only because the opponent took ruthless actions, but also because he could reduce more challenges by defeating him himself, but a large part of the reason was to save face for Tianquan Sect.

Others just stop at it. The little ghost hidden gate dares to hurt people easily. How could Wang An ignore it?

"Haha, your Tianquan Sect is really funny. Is there no one? A junior from the tenth level of the Golden Pill dares to join in the fun. He really doesn't know how to live or die!" Mo Wuyou stared at Wang An, suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes full of jokes.

Mo Wuyou is tall and big, wearing a black Taoist robe, and a pair of triangular eyes. As his eyes open and close, a trace of cunning flashes and disappears.

"Uncle Wang, why did he get up? Why didn't he practice alchemy well? Why did he go to fight?"

"Oh, my junior brother is reckless. This Mo Wuchen is a cruel person."

"Who told me to go up? No one will refine our elixir in the future. He is only the tenth level of the golden elixir. How could he be Mo Wuyou's opponent? He is the twelve level of the golden elixir."

Most of the disciples watching here are from Tianquan Sect. When they saw Wang Anfei flying up to challenge Mo Wuyou, they were extremely anxious for a moment and beat their chests and stamped their feet.

*******

In the void, Shangguan Haotian and Gu Ruochen were quietly staring at the twenty competitive platforms.

"Senior Brother Shangguan, did you arrange this?" Seeing Wang An suddenly jumping up, a strange look flashed in Gu Ruochen's eyes.

"Hmph, this little brat is self-righteous. At that time, he came to ask about the dispute over the leader of the seven islands. At that time, I firmly told him not to participate. I didn't expect to participate without authorization." Shangguan Haotian stared at Wang An, his eyes burning with anger.

"You said, he has found you... terrible!" After hearing Shangguan Haotian's words, Gu Ruochen seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly lost his appearance and panic.

"It's true!" Gu Ruochen's face turned pale and his face was complicated, staring at Xiao Ruoli standing in front of Ran Qiu.

"Uh, Junior Sister Gu, it's not my fault..." Shangguan Haotian also noticed Xiao Ruoli jumped onto the competitive platform at this time. He said to Gu Ruochen awkwardly.

Wang An and Xiao Ruoli just fell on the athletic stage and felt a familiar powerful spiritual sense sweeping past their bodies. Naturally, they found Shangguan Haotian and the others paying attention to them; but at this moment, they naturally would not show up to drive Wang An and Xiao Ruoli to leave the athletic stage.

"Hey, isn't this my goddess Senior Sister Xiao? Why did she join in the fun?"

"Oh my God, Senior Sister Xiao has only been in the art for many years, and now the tenth level of the Golden Pill has been completed."

"Shh, she has a close relationship with Brother Wang. I guess this time they agreed on it."

Seeing another cultivator who was less than the twelve levels of the Golden Pill rushing up, and they were all from the Tianquan Sect. The cultivators of the major sects who came here looked at each other for a moment, and they didn't know what medicine they were selling in the Tianquan Sect's gourd.

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Flowers bloom and stems, and the words are divided into two ends.

Let’s talk about Wang An’s calm expression, as if he could not hear the ridicule in Mo Wuyou’s words.

"Haha, I hope you can continue to laugh like this later!" Wang An looked at Mo Wuyou opposite and said calmly.

"Bang!"

As soon as Wang An finished speaking, he punched out, and a silver light shone brightly, and a huge force as heavy as a mountain hit him.

It was a long time to say that, then! Mo Wuyou seemed to be prepared, and a sudden burst of energy suddenly surged from his body, directly blocking Wang An's heavy fist wind, and his whole body fell aside.

"Hmph, even sneak attacks can't hurt me at all. Do you dare to come out to challenge me? Overestimate yourself!" Mo Wuyou looked unruly, floating in the air, staring at Wang An, as if he was looking at an ant.

"Uncle Wang, beat him to death! Beat this little turtle grandson for me!"

"Hmph, shameless, I really thought I was invincible. Junior Brother Wang is a master of alchemy. The Nascent Soul cultivator dared not humiliate him like this. This person is simply seeking death!"

Seeing Mo Wuyou's unruly figure, high above and indifferent expression of treating Wang An as an ant, the disciples from inside and outside the Tianquan Sect were immediately dissatisfied. Some Nascent Soul cultivators were also staring at Mo Wuyou with anger at this time.

Wang An refined countless pills in the Tianquan Sect, which was deeply loved by the people. At this moment, he undoubtedly completely burned these people's emotions.

"I hate your eyes!" A smile flashed across Wang An's face, and the momentum on his body was rising, and a surge of blood surged up into the sky.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, Wang An emitted a faint silver light, lingering with crackling lightning; at this moment, his body suddenly rose three inches, and an ancient wild and domineering aura swept across the world, and the power of blood suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths.

At this moment, Wang An's aura surged into the sky, reaching the first level of the Nascent Soul!
Chapter completed!