Heavenly Lord Asura

They are geniuses, invincible among their peers, as can be seen from the results of the first round of experience, they are enough to outsmart the crowd.

"Oh, it seems that this year's first place in the Hundred Sects Competition is no exception, it is the Shura Palace again."

"Hey, isn't it? In each competition, they are the first to complete the first round, and they are not one or two."

The crowd sighed and whispered. Those second- and third-rate sect masters and elders looked at the Asura Palace, both envious and jealous. There are so many talented disciples, who doesn't envy and hate? At the same time, when he looked at his disciple, he felt a deep weakness.

"It's not necessarily. The Yanzong is very special this time. That disciple can complete it at the same time as the people in the Asura Hall. It proves that the strength is not inferior to them. There may be some changes in this competition."

"I hope so. For hundreds of years, the Asura Palace has always come out on top. It's time for someone to kill them."

Many people are looking at Yanzong, hoping to extinguish the arrogance of the Asura Palace. If this continues, I am afraid that the status of Asura Palace will become more and more stable. In the end, no force can shake it, then they will never turn back. opportunity.

Regarding the discussion around, the Great Venerable ignored him, and said to Wutian: "Since you are so confident, then you go, but you are not allowed to cheat."

"Don't think that we don't know that there are a lot of monster beast corpses in your mustard bag. Tell you, if the time comes, you just toss these monster beasts away, just say to complete the task, don't blame us for disqualifying you."

Regarding the obsidian matter, the old twelve still had a grudge, so he took the opportunity to pick bones in the egg and was deliberately embarrassed.

"Hey!" The little guy grinned and jokingly said: "Bad old man, you know this? You won't be the roundworm in the belly of the little emperor."

"I'm pooh! You are the disgusting roundworm, and your whole family is!" The old twelve had a beard and a beard, such an expression that surprised others.

Wutian has nothing to say, and he directly stretches out his hand and said lightly: "Bring it!"

"What?" Old Twelve was taken aback.

The little guy seized the opportunity and slammed: "Of course it's a mustard bag. It's a stupid donkey. It looks like a fairy tale. In fact, there is tofu dregs in my mind. No, it should be dung."

"you……"

"How am I? Are you going to kill me?" The little guy was unwilling to show weakness, and immediately sad and distressed, instigated: "Little emperor, let's go find a swamp and smash to death, lest we fulfill them, oh no, yes Complete their hall master."

"Can the swamp kill someone?"

A group of people are speechless. Such threats are too fake. I once heard of the Yuan-swallowing frog beside Wutian being very shameless. Now when I see it, it is indeed famous.

Even the faces of several venerables couldn't help but show a trace of smile.

"Take it!"

The old twelve’s old face was flushed red as if scalded by boiling water, angrily threw out the mustard bag, staring at a group of people who snickered, turned around, turned a blind eye, and muttered in his heart: "Bad bastard, walk away Look, I'll take care of you later."

After taking the bag of mustard seeds, Wutian turned around, the force of the wind gushing under his feet, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the Dragon God Mountain Range.

This move immediately shocked everyone present. Could it be that at this time, he still has to participate in the first round of the knockout?

"It's been half a day before he went, and he's a little self-conscious." Some people disdain.

"Looking at the expressions of the venerables in the Asura Hall, it seems that this person is very confident. There may be miracles. Let's wait and see!" Some people are looking forward to it because they have no hope for the competition. To be able to watch a play by the side, of course the more lively and exciting the play is, the better it looks.

After a while, Wutian came to the edge area, scanned the depths of his eyes, frowned and said, "Little guy, it's up to you to hunt the monster beast. I'll go to Longhu, and after that, come to me."

After all, without waiting for the little guy to answer, he threw the mustard bag to him, and his figure flashed, leaving behind afterimages, disappearing into the dense forest.

"Why!"

The little guy was unhappy with all his eyes. Why did he always do this kind of mess? It's too unfair. After complaining for a long time, its eyes suddenly brightened, staring at the forest with its paws resting on its chin, as if calculating What happened, after a moment, it chuckled, its wings spread out and merged into the dense forest.

Beautiful women have talked about the situation of the knockout games, so Wutian is very worried about the accidents of Longhu, after all, there are only two people left in the village.

Although there are many monsters on the edge of the Dragon God Mountain Range, it is not too threatening to Wutian. What's more, he now has wind gods boots, the speed is incredible, the power of the wind hovering, when passing by others or monsters, Only if it was a gust of wind.

Along the way, he met many people, some of them were killed under the claws of monsters and became **** food, some of them took shortcuts in teams, murdered and looted goods, but Wutian ignored them, and even the people who encountered the Shura Temple were hunted , Or being torn apart by monsters, he didn't help.

After half an hour, Wutian came to a barren forest, with towering old trees and luxuriant branches, and dozens of people could not enclose it. The inside was dark and humid, and the mist was steaming.

He was invisible among an ancient tree, looking down, frowning, his eyes flickering.

Below it, a dozen people were fighting frantically, their essence gushing out, shaking in all directions, ancient trees shaking, falling leaves flying, and fierce!

However, there is one thing in common, more than a dozen people are covered in black mist, evil and sinister!

Among them was a big man who was tall and burly with a rugged appearance. He was constantly spraying black mist from his body, plus a black hair that was flying turbulently, just like a demon king.

This person is Dragon Tiger.

Wutian followed his breath all the way, and finally found him when he got here, but what surprised him was that Longhu was alone against more than a dozen people, but he did not lose the wind, his fists were strong, and every time he attacked, one person would be injured!

Moreover, the people who fight with Longhu are all dressed in the same clothes as him. This means that these people are his fellows. Since they are the same, why should Longhu fight with them?

This makes Wutian very strange, so seeing that Longhu is not in danger, he hides among the ancient trees and watches quietly.

After the New Year, Dragon Tiger was only fifteen years old, but he was really burly, with a big hand like a fan of pupa, his essence gushing out, and his strength was extremely powerful. A purple-clothed young man took a palm and immediately sprayed blood with a pale face!

"Longhu, are you crazy, why are you attacking us?" When the other dozen people saw this, their expressions changed, and they guarded the purple-clothed youth behind them, incomprehensible and angry.

"Hey, I'm crazy. You are all going to die today. If you want to blame, you should blame the beast in the world of fire." Longhu licked his lips, his voice was cold and murderous.

After a few swishes, he deceived his body and blasted out with a punch. The black mist emerged, and the power was surging. One of them immediately exploded physically and was absorbed by the black mist in an instant, and even no bones were left.

"Have you cultivated the complete Spirit Swallowing Tome?!"

Upon seeing this, more than a dozen people were horrified. The spirit swallowing tome was regarded as a sacred object by the suzerain. The disciples who passed on directly to the disciples would only teach the first level of cultivation methods. After they were trained, they would have great supernatural powers and refine the flesh and blood of living beings. Strengthen oneself, but bones cannot.

However, Longhu had even refined his bone marrow, which was enough to prove that he had cultivated the entire Spirit Swallowing Tome.

"No wonder you can break through to the completion of the extension period in just half a year."

More than a dozen people were surprised and terrified, and they knew the power of the Spirit Swallowing Demon's Tome better than anyone else. The completion of a part of the practice cannot be compared with the completion of the entire practice.

"Huo Zhenren wanted me to deal with Wutian, so he taught me the entire Spirit Swallowing Tome, but he didn't expect that I knew his tricks, and that the people in the village were killed by the fire world. I have been pretending not to know, just to slowly destroy Huoyunzong, to avenge my parents and the villagers who died unjustly in the village. You are just the first step, and soon it will be the other people's turn." Longhu grinned.

Then stepped out, strong and powerful thighs swept out suddenly, a huge boulder smashed to pieces, several Huoyun sect disciples died on the spot, and the black mist surged like a demon who eats people without spitting out bones. A few clothes fell down!

"That's it, Longhu, I blamed you wrong, sorry."

Among the ancient trees, Wutian murmured, and then quietly left. He didn't go down. Since Longhu had his own plan, why bother to dismantle him, and both of them are from Longcun, so what right does he have to stop the dragon? The tiger avenged the village.

After leaving, Wutian followed the feeling between the souls and quickly found the little guy.

Since Xiaotian’s breakthrough to the Hundred Dynasties period, some subtle changes have taken place in some aspects. For example, as long as the little guy is within a thousand miles, Wutian can clearly sense it, and there is a feeling of interpersonal communication without speaking. Seems to understand what the other person is thinking.

When he saw what the little guy was doing, Wu Tian couldn't help but want to laugh.

It didn't even see it attacking the monster beast, directly looking for the people who had teamed up to kill and plunder, and simply killed them, snatched their mustard bags, and then counted the spoils happily.

"So that's how you hunted."

"It's easier. You can see that there are more than fifty in just a while. If you kill one by one, it won't be troublesome to die!" The little guy grinned, and immediately wondered: "Why come back so soon? ?"

After hearing Wutian's simple statement, the little guy nodded and said: "I originally thought this kid was honest and honest, but I didn't expect that he still had these tricks in his heart. Although he was a little overpowered~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his behavior was praiseworthy. Go. Well, it’s halfway there, it’s resolved quickly, Frog can go to sleep.

In a dense forest, there are about twenty people lying on their backs, their breathing is weak, their breath is convergent, and the surrounding bushes are five or six feet high. It is difficult to find if you don't pay attention.

They are a temporary team, hunting the same kind, looting property, hiding here and waiting for the rabbits, but they were very unlucky, and they met a little monster with a sharp nose like the little guy.

boom……

The two rushed out with simple and neat methods, violent and bloody. Before more than two dozen people could react, they went to death on the spot, and there was nothing left.

"Haha, the strength of these wastes is pretty good. There are more than 80 heads in total." The little guy put all the spoils into the mustard bag, and Yang Tian sighed: "The Frog is indeed an indulgence, those **** geniuses It took half a day to complete, but I only took half an hour, alas, invincible posture, lonely as snow, please, my opponent!"

"It's shameless!"

This attitude, no matter how calm a person is, can't help but contempt.