The Second Immortal Road

The old man in the golden robe put his hands behind him, exited the fighting platform, and shouted loudly: "The first game begins!"

Huang Qing and the black-robed youth of Qizong stood face to face, arched their hands together, and stance, all mobilized the mana of the whole body.

This time, Huang Qing didn’t test anything like he did with Han Ming. He hammered his chest and untied the black giant sword behind his back. He threw himself at the opposite person at a very fast speed, directly using the half-corpse. Ability.

Huang Qingruo had a yellow shadow, a few flashes narrowed the distance with the black-robed man on the opposite side, rushed in front of the black-robed man, and then smashed it fiercely.

Huang Qing's speed was so fast that the black-robed man was also surprised, but instead he sneered. With a wave of his sleeves, a square iron shield lay horizontally in front of him, blocking Huang Qing's attack.

Huang Qing screamed up to the sky, and directly squeezed his fist, wrapped in a strong corpse spirit on the surface, and slammed it down with a fierce punch.

The black-robed man's iron shield didn't seem to be a normal defensive magic weapon. It just shuddered slightly, blocking the huge power from Huang Qing's fist, and the black-robed man behind did not suffer any damage.

The black-robed man smiled coldly, turned out a small wooden box directly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and urged intently.

Huang Qing continued to blast several punches, but he couldn't help the iron shield. He had no choice but to turn around, ready to bypass the iron shield like lightning and attack the black-robed man from the side, but he didn't expect the iron shield to react faster than him. Too much, he spontaneously circled and flew around the black robe man.

The iron shield turned faster and faster, and gradually turned into a huge black clock, which covered the black robe man in it, and blocked all sides.

Huang Qing tried it, and knew that if he didn't see the iron shield destroyed, it would be impossible to attack the black-robed man inside.

Huang Qing pinched the tactic with one hand, and a strong corpse spirit gushed out from his body, turning into a giant skull measuring five or six feet, with a mouth, directly swallowing the black robe man and the **** clock. .

"Cheese!" Huang Qing flipped over with one hand, urging the corrosive nature of the corpse evil spirit.

Although the **** clock is hard and powerful, it is gradually dissolving under the corrosion of the evil spirit of the evil corpse, but depending on the speed of its ablation, it will not be completely successful in less than a quarter of an hour!

Huang Qing knew that this battle could not be delayed, because his corpse evil transformation could not be maintained for a long time, so while urging the corpse evil spirit, the whole person also threw out, waving his fists against the big clock fiercely. Smashed down.

The **** clock began to shake violently, as if it could break at any time, but whenever it was about to break, it suddenly shook and stabilized a little.

After more than a dozen breaths, the mouth of the black robe inside the **** clock was slightly raised and tossed lightly, a blue talisman in his hand rose into the air and hit Huang Qing outside the big clock fiercely.

Huang Qing felt the majestic aura in the azure blue talisman, and knew that he couldn't make it hard. He immediately slammed on the body of the **** clock. With a powerful counter-shock force, the whole person was like a shot. The arrow shot straight out.

"It's late!" The black robe man sneered and tapped lightly with one hand, and the azure-blue talisman immediately burst out. If the blue spirit butterfly flying all over the sky, it seemed to catch up with Huang Qing in a hurry and encircle him. live.

Huang Qing was trapped in a large piece of aura, rushing from the left to the right, but he couldn't break through at all.

"Hey!" The man in black robe laughed, and the tactics changed again. A ghost head big knife the size of three feet flew out of his storage bag, hung over his head, and then he walked in. In the blue aura.

The blue aura shines, and the people around can no longer see the situation clearly with naked eyes!

After a quarter of an hour, the old man in the golden robe of the formation stage on the side of the fighting table slightly opened his eyes, and casually patted the blue spirit mist in the middle of the fighting table. , Blasted on the blue spirit mist, and easily dissipated it, revealing the scene inside.

Huang Qing collapsed softly on the ground, and beside him stood the smiling Qi Zong black robe monk.

"Zhuki fights, the first game, the second win, half a quarter of an hour later, the second game starts, the third and the fourth are ready!" The Jinpao old man announced lightly.

As soon as the old man in the golden robe spoke, he immediately flew up to three or four young disciples in the Qi training period, and quickly lifted the immobile Huang Qing down, and the black robe monk of the Artifact Sect smiled slightly and stepped down by himself.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the second battle began. It was a monk from the formation of the late foundation building against a monk of the Danzong in the middle of the foundation building. The result was no doubt that the Danzong was defeated, and the defeat was very thorough, and the opening was not much. For a long time, he was directly thrown off the fighting platform.

.........

Five hours later, the tenth game of the Big Bi was over, and a cultivator of the Danzong who had barely reached the end of the foundation building was directly lifted by a person from the Qizong and dropped off the fighting platform.

So far, Danzong has all played except Han Ming and Bai Ni who have not played. The result is very bad for Danzong. The eight foundation-building cultivators who played in front have all lost.

This is also normal. How could the top ten contested by the hundreds of Qi Sect monks in the foundation-building period be comparable to the top ten selected by the twelve Dan Zong? The same is true for the Array Sect. Those who can come to participate in the Grand Tournament rely on their superior strength to break in!

The top five of the Danzong Inner Sect Competition, except for Han Ming and Bai Ni. On the way here, I had some illusions about the top ten of the Three Sects Competition, but now only one is fighting against the Qizong, Zhenzong and others, wanting to compete. Ten fantasies are gone.

Everyone in Danzong, including the suzerain, turned their attention to Han Ming and Bai Ni. These are the last two Danzong who did not play, and they are also the two strongest Danzong. All Danzong's hope lies in them. If the two lose again, then Danzong will become a joke!

The unbearable Danzong made the monks on the four peaks around the battlefield laugh into a movie. The monks gathered in twos and threes, either openly mocking or insinuating, basically talking about Danzong's "brilliant achievements."

Even some places have opened small gambling rounds, betting on how many people will win the first round of Danzong, or if none of them will win, they will all be brushed down.

Many people who had placed the bet looked at Han Ming and Bai Ni from a distance, with a sense of scrutiny in their eyes, and wanted to estimate whether the remaining cultivators of these two Danzongs could complete the ten-game losing streak of Danzong.

"I don’t think that a ten-game losing streak will be enough, but a nine-game losing streak is possible. Look at that old man. Although he has a shaggy figure, he is a real fake alchemy monk. His strength should not be underestimated. He is a late-stage cultivator, but he is blind. It is unlikely that he will win a game!" said a cultivator of the Artifact Sect.

"Heh, do you know who the blind man is? It's the monk named Han Ming that was rumored a few days ago, but the monk who escaped under the claws of the beasts during the pill formation period, don't look at him blind, but the Danzong is very competitive At the top of the list, even though the old man voluntarily gave in to the top of the list, he is very powerful!" A monk wearing a sect costume shook the folding fan in his hand and said in opposition.

"Oh, he's the Han Ming! I heard a little bit about it, and many low-level disciples in the Heavenly Sect have heard it again, saying that he is very good at the pill formation period under the bone claws, and he is very strong! But I don't I don't think how powerful he is, at best, he has a better escape!" The Qi Sect monk said slightly sarcastically.

The folding fan cultivator raised his eyebrows. He didn't say much to persuade him. He just said slightly provocatively, "Why don't we take a gamble? I bet this blind man can break into the top five of the three big matches. The bet is just How about thirty middle-grade spirit stones, dare you!"

"The first five, you are afraid that you are crazy, Danzong has not gotten the top five for decades!" The Qizong frowned and looked at the folding fan monk with a look of foolish eyes.

"Dare, don't dare to speak directly, and I won't force it!" The words of the folding fan monk were more provocative.

"Why don't you dare, if you haven't seen you for several years, you rushed to give away the spirit stone, how could I refuse, but to see what kind of waves this little Danzong can turn out, and it can really break decades of records and win A big comparison to the top five?" The Qizong cultivator sneered, and said without showing weakness.

"It's so good, don't go back!" The corner of the folding fan monk's mouth curled up, and there was a silent prayer in his heart that Master Yun Chang would not look away.

The main reason why the fan youth dared to bet three thousand spirit stones at one time was that their Master Yun Chang returned from Danzong a few days ago and warned the disciples who came to participate in the competition to pay special attention to Bai Ni and Han of Danzong. Ming, especially the blind Han Ming. After that, I also asked the inside of the array to compare the top three and prepare more methods to deal with the blind. Fortunately, he has a better chance of winning against the blind Han Ming!

On the four mountain peaks, some Formation Sect monks who knew the truth of Danzong had more or less bet on Formation Zong Han Ming and Bai Ni.

Unconsciously, Danzong's side became the focus of the monks' eyes on the four peaks.

Han Ming is blind, unable to see the actions of spectators on the distant mountain peaks, and is too lazy to take care of it. He remains motionless and sits quietly and adjusts his breath, while Bai Ni is like Han Ming, with his muddy hands closed. Eyes, do not move!

"The eleventh scene, the twentieth, the twenty-first!" The old man in Jin Pao announced again loudly.

The two Qizong monks flew out at the same time. After looking at each other, there was a stunned face on their faces. They are familiar people!

.......

"The fourteenth game, the twenty-seventh, to the twenty-eighth!" The old man in Jinpao declared so.

A cultivator of Formation Sect and a cultivator of Qizong flew out and landed on the fighting platform. Han Ming and Bai Ni sat cross-legged and did not get up, causing an uproar on the four peaks.

A bet on how many games Danzong will lose has been set. There are ten people, eight of them lose, and the remaining two are opponents. No matter how you play, Danzong will lose nine and one win, unless Han Ming and Bai Ni are tied. .

Such a result made it unacceptable for many monks on the four peaks who had bet on Danzong's ten-game losing streak!

Han Ming held the bamboo slips in his hands with a strange color on his face. He didn't expect it to be so coincidental that his first opponent was the fellow monk Bai Ni!

He turned his head slightly, and explored his mental power, wanting to see what Bai Ni behaved not far away, but he happened to meet Bai Ni's mental power to explore it.

Bai Ni squinted his muddy eyes and looked at Han Ming, his brows frowned slightly, squeezing out a series of wrinkles.

Similar to the monks on the four mountain peaks, the other monks of the Danzong were also very surprised. The first and second in the Danzong internal competition, the hopes of the two Danzong competitions were about to collide in the first game.

If it is in the sect, the other Danzong monks are happy to see Han Ming and Bai Ni have a match, but in this big match of the weapon sect, it’s a different matter. The two great masters collided at the very beginning. To decide the victory or defeat, the hole cards must be revealed more or less, which will make the other two monks cheaper.

"Uncle Master, are you sure!" Ran Qixi moved to Han Ming's side and asked in a low voice.

Han Ming didn't answer, just got up slightly and walked straight in the direction of Bai Ni.

Ran Qixi pursed her mouth and murmured, trying to follow quickly, but was stopped by Han Ming's voice transmission, so she could only sit on the spot, straighten her neck and stare at Bai Ni. At the same time, he pricked his ears and wanted to hear something.

"Brother Bai Ni!" Han Ming arched his hand slightly.

"Junior Brother Han!" Bai Ni squeezed a smile on his face, but the wrinkles on his face piled together, it was uglier than crying, and his voice was also old and abnormal, and it seemed to be coming from his throat, blurry.

"Brother Bai Ni's blood is dry, I'm afraid it's not easy to fight!" Han Ming said lightly.

"As Junior Brother Han said, I was fantasizing before I came here, but don't meet a master like Junior Brother Han in the early stage, but I didn't expect to be afraid of what to do. I met Junior Brother Han in the first game!" Bai Ni was somewhat helpless. Said, the voice is still old and abnormal, indistinct.

"What do you plan to do, brother?" Han Ming asked lightly.

"What else can I do? Brother's blood is dry, but it's hard to admit defeat. If you concede this time, if you want to break into the top five, you will have to play four or five more games to make it up. Senior brother doesn't have that much energy. I can only learn about Junior Brother Han's brilliant tricks!" Bai Ni continued to speak helplessly.

"Well, the younger brother knows what the younger brother means, and it can only be solved on the stage of fighting. Goodbye, older brother, adjust your breath!" Han Ming said with a light smile, and immediately got up and returned to his original position.

The other cultivators of Danzong all looked over, with a curious look, they all wanted to know what the two masters, Han Ming and Bai Ni, were talking about.

It didn’t take long for Han Ming to sit down, and the battle was decided on the battle table. The monk of the formation sect had a slight victory and defeated the monk of the Qi sect. When no one was injured, the two went off the battle table. .

"The fifteenth game, the twenty-ninth, the thirty!" The old man in Jinpao announced again.

Han Ming flipped his hand and put the bamboo slips away. As soon as the blue cloud wings spread out behind him, he flew towards the Doufatai and landed on it lightly.

Facing the cultivator in the golden robe formation period, Han Ming couldn't stand still.

After a few breaths, Bai Ni, who described the withered, flew slowly, and landed on the fighting platform. Seeing his unsteady standing appearance, where can he fight? There is a little more wind. Can blow it down.

Bai Ni also arched his hands at the old man in the golden robe, and stopped moving.

The old man in Jinpao glanced at Han Ming and Bai Ni, and he was amused. This Danzong was really shabby. Ten people came to participate in the competition. The first eight lost, and two were left. One was half-dead. The old man, one is a blind man with invisible eyes, but the old man's realm is good, the peak of the false alchemy period is higher than all the monks participating in the grand competition.

"Let's start!" said the old man in Jinpao.

Only when the old man in the golden robe finished his voice, Han Ming arched his hand slightly and said softly: "The junior has given up!"

"I gave up before I fight!" The old man in Jin Pao was very surprised and asked directly.

"The nephew knew that he was not an opponent, so he gave up!" Han Ming said naturally.

The old man in the golden robe nodded, and he probably had some guesses in his mind. This blind twenty-ninth is probably Danzong who has found it to make up the number. The ranking should be ranked lower in Danzong's internal competition. It has a late stage realm and strength. Not so much.

"You know yourself, knowing that although the other party's energy and blood are dry, they are also genuine and fake alchemy monks!" The old man in the golden robe said a few words, and then announced loudly: "Scene 15, No. 30 Win, the first round of the foundation-building contest is over, and the second round tomorrow."

"Brother Bai Ni, let's go." Han Ming said with a faint smile, greeted Bai Ni to walk under the stage of fighting the law.

With an unexpected look on his face, Bai Ni frowned and stared at Han Ming, obviously not knowing what medicine Han Ming was selling in the gourd.

"What does Junior Brother Han mean!" Bai Ni asked.

"It’s nothing, brother’s energy and blood are dry, mana is still used to deal with the Qizong, the people of the formation sect~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don’t care, play a few more games, but if there is a chance to meet again, brother But you won't give up easily." Han Ming said lightly.

"Thank you, Junior Brother, this time the Senior Brother owes Junior Brother a favor!" Bai Ni said gratefully.

Han Ming nodded slightly, which was not bad. He earned a favor from Bai Ni, although Bai Ni may not be able to live for a few years!

"Since the first round is over, then Junior Brother will not stay here and leave!" Han Ming arched his hand, unfolded Qingyun Wing, and flew away, not to mention that Yun Ni had vaguely hinted at him and asked him to meet him earlier. He tried his best to concede defeat.

The monks on the four mountain peaks are even more noisy. Many monks who bet on how long Han Ming and Bai Ni can fight are gloomy. Come one or two tricks, just surrender in this way, don't you want to be faceless!

Brother Danzong was also quite weird for a while. Uncle Bai Ni and Uncle Han Ming were really able to toss. The two faced off in two matches. In the first game, Bai Ni gave up if he didn't fight, and in the second game Han Ming gave up if he didn't fight. It doesn't seem to be a big match, but a gift from you to me. You give me one, and I give you one.

.......

Sitting on Ran Qixi's flying boat, Han Ming's face was calm and motionless.

"Uncle Master, even if you can't beat it, why do you have to symbolically fight with two tricks? If you give in like this, the people who gamble on the spirit stones on the four peaks will lose a lot!" Ran Qi said with courage after thinking about it again and again.

"Gambling on Lingshi!" Han Ming turned his head slightly, with a look of interest on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Want to find the latest chapter by yourself? You are OUT, WeChat Follow Beauty Editor to help you find books! It's really not wrong to read the book and tease the girl!

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