Fighting the Martial Universe

All the disciples knew that Death Gate Peak had not recruited any disciples in these years, and the only one who had obtained the preparatory order was Su Fengqin.

Even the Death Sword and Spirit Nine Swords were not obtained.

For Su Fengqin, to a large extent, it is difficult to become the eighth son of the Dead Gate Peak. That is to say, Su Fengqin may not be qualified to represent the political strategist in the competition for the world son.

If you want to participate in the battle for the world and get the preparatory order, it is only the first condition, and the second requirement is to become the eighth.

These two points are indispensable.

It can be said that Zhang Mofan is the only hope of Death Gate Peak.

"I really don't know why Mr. Giant wants Zhang Mofan to join the Peak of Death. Maybe he joins the Peak of Dumen and he has a better future."

"Dead Gate Peak has little competition, no one competes with him for the eight sons."

"Hehe, if you want to become a Freeman, but you have to pass the assessment, and the assessment of Death Gate Peak is the most difficult."

Many disciples started talking again.

Many disciples shook their heads. They didn't think that Zhang Mofan stepped forward because it was his own will. It was probably the meaning of Death Sword to let him compete for this place.

One of the disciples also sneered: "This Death Sword is really crazy. Let this kid compete for the spot."

Many warriors who stood up cast their eyes on Zhang Mofan, showing a strange color.

Zhang Mofan stood up, for them, it was a complete provocation. They were all the cultivation bases of the Great Sage's seventh-order. The Great Sage's sixth-order dared to stand up and fight, and they barely made the pass. A Great Sage's fourth-order warrior, on what basis snatch?

Ji Miekong said: "You are the disciple brought by the giant giant? Do you know the meaning of preparing the world? I am afraid that the death sword has not had time to tell you, let you fight for it?"

"I know it naturally!"

Zhang Mofan nodded and said firmly: "However, I promised Lord Giant that I would help him fight for the position of Jiezi, so I must become a preparatory Jiezi."

In order to reward him, he also has to become a preparatory person.

"Hahaha, Master Giant looks at you too highly. If it was the previous Eight Peaks Conference, there were more than 30 places, maybe you are opportunistic, and there is hope to get it. Now there are ten places, no matter what, you won’t have a turn. Come take this place, you can withdraw."

Ji Miekong said: "I don't want to hurt you by mistake."

A martial artist of the fourth rank of the Great Sage is too weak. If he really wants to make a move, let alone a disciple of the seventh rank of the great sage, even if a disciple of the sixth rank of the great sage, he will be able to use a large aspect technique at will, it is very likely to severely damage Zhang Mofan .

"According to the rules, it shouldn't be said that the martial artist of the fourth rank of the Great Sage can not participate in the competition, right?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

Ge Wanzhen opened his mouth and said: "Anyone who enters the Wanzhen Temple is eligible to participate. Okay, if there is no disciple who has stood up, then leave the Wanzhen Temple."

Many disciples shook their heads and walked out of the Wanzhen Temple with their heads down. Although they all despised Zhang Mofan and thought that Zhang Mofan was a little overweight, they also admired Zhang Mofan's courage.

After all, Zhang Mofan is the only martial artist of the fourth rank of the Great Sage in the Wanzhen Temple.

On the square, many Bafeng seniors saw nearly 90% of the disciples coming out, with doubts on their faces.

"What's the matter? Why are so many of you coming out?"

"This time there are only ten places in the reserve, and we can only withdraw from the competition."

"What? Only ten?"

Many of the disciples of the eighth-order of the Great Sage, the ninth-order of the Great Sage, their expressions have changed.

However, every time there are twenty or thirty places.

"Only ten places?"

The face of Death Sword became extremely ugly in an instant, so it seemed that Zhang Mofan's chance of vying for the spot was almost slim.

"Why are there only ten places?"

Su Feng Qin Qiao's face changed slightly, and said: "Zhang Mofan is strong enough to defeat Yu Weiyang with a single move. His true combat power is absolutely comparable to that of ordinary Great Sage Tier 6. However, it is almost impossible to compete with those talented disciples for ten places. ."

They really put all their hopes on Zhang Mofan, otherwise, Ji Yuyue would not be anxious to bring Zhang Mofan, and even more so that Zhang Mofan could cultivate the strength of the vertical and horizontal within a month.

Everything is in order to prepare the quota for the world.

"Hehe, Brother Death Sword, I just heard that your disciples from Death Gate Peak stayed and competed for ten places."

At this moment, a fair-skinned young man walked over slowly, with a smile on his face.

This young man, Xu Muyang, Du Menfeng's eighth son, had already reached the sage in his cultivation.

However, Xu Muyang and Death Sword had always been rivals before. When they had not yet become the eighth son, I don't know how many times they fought, although they won and lost half of them.

However, Xu Muyang had always wanted to overpower Death Sword.

Nowadays, Xu Muyang has become the eighth son of Dumenfeng, who has the largest number of disciples of the Eight Peaks, and the Death Sword is the eighth son of Death Gate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I believe that he will be able to compete for this place. "

Xu Muyang has a smile on her face, but her heart is full of disdain. A disciple who has just entered the political strategist, doesn’t even know if the strength of the strategist has been cultivated, and wants to compete with those disciples of the seventh rank of the great sage. The quota of Jiezi is simply ridiculous.

Death Sword opened the mouth and said: "Xu Muyang, you don't have to get down here. Even if Zhang Mofan didn't fight for the spot, that would be fine. After all, he is just a newcomer."

"But, I don't think so, your death gate has the opportunity to press Bao on the newcomer Zhang Mofan."

Xu Muyang smiled and said: "Furthermore, this Zhang Mofan is indeed powerful. He once competed for the top spot of the Tianjiao Holy War. He was still the three-life **** fighting spirit. He just entered the strategist and beat my junior brother Yu Weiyang. To be honest, if it were the previous Eight Peaks Conference, With the strength he has shown, it is really possible to compete for it."

"You death peak, I'm afraid there will never be a day to rise."

After Xu Muyang finished speaking, he left directly.

...

At the same time, Yu Weiyang was sitting on the jade to recover from his wounds in a cave in Dumen Peak.

Ge Suquan stood aside, using his vigorous holy energy to constantly hit Yu Weiyang's body.

After a while, Ge Suquan regained his holy energy, and Yu Weiyang's body once again burst out a large amount of flames, shining up the entire interior space of the cave.

This flame is several times stronger than before.

Yu Weiyang put all the flames into his body, immediately stood up, and said, "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to successfully awaken the third-time sacred fire. Unfortunately, I failed to attend the Eight Peaks Conference."

At this moment, a disciple hurried over and said, "Elder Ge, good news, this time the Eight Peaks Conference has only ten places."