Chapter 341

On the first challenge arena, a man in black stood upright. His whole body, like a long sword out of his body, exuded a very fierce momentum. If he was a weak monk, he would have a palpitating feeling when he looked at it from a distance.

This man's sword looks very ordinary, just like a long iron sword, and those who recognize him exclaimed, "it's the little hell Zhou Shan."

"It's really him." the man who recognized him took a long breath.

Little Yama, as soon as you listen to this name, you know that only those who have experienced bloody storms and killed countless people are eligible for such a name.

Standing proudly on the challenge arena, Zhou Shan, holding a long sword, pointed to bi yanrou on the main seat and said proudly, "Bi yanrou, dare you fight with me?"

Although biyanrou's name has only gradually risen in recent years, when her name rose, it was accompanied by the fall of many young experts.

This name represents a legend, a legend of the rise of young people.

Bi yanrou, whose face was pointed by the flying sword, was as calm as a goddess. Facing Zhou Shan's provocation, she said faintly, "I said I won't participate in the tianbang. If you want to, you can find a place to decide between life and death."

Song Fei originally thought that under such circumstances, Bi yanrou would finally make a move. He remembered that powerful and domineering figure like a fairy outside Lifeng city. Song Fei still can't forget it. In particular, he fought against three strong spirits alone with one person's strength, two of them, the peak of the spirit, and was killed by her alone. Finally, she killed one person.

Even now, compared with the original Bi yanrou, it is still much worse.

Unexpectedly, biyanrou's commitment to herself was more important than 1.5 million spirit stones. Facing the spirit stones that may be lost, she was as calm as water.

1.5 million spirit stones, not to mention the spirit realm, even the friars of Yuanying will be crazy about them.

From this point, we can see that this is definitely a strange woman with great spirit.

Zhou Shan, also a legend, was born in Zixia Xianzong. He started as an external disciple, but he had constant adventures. His talent was really amazing. With his own efforts and adventures, his accomplishments soared like a rocket.

Because of his humble background, he has always been envied and framed. Therefore, the reputation of little Yama is born in the process of being chased and killed in a row. With his white bones, he has achieved his name of little Yama.

This is also a legend, in sharp contrast to bi yanrou. One was born noble and the other was born low.

Seeing Bi yanrou's refusal, little Yama Zhou Shan nodded silently and said faintly, "in that case, I don't respect many spirit stones." before the competition began, it was as if the spirit stone had become something in his bag. Many monks in the challenge arena refused to accept this sentence, but no one refuted it because it belonged to the same position at this time.

On the biggest challenge arena in the middle, Mufeng said to several people: "go and choose an opponent yourself. This time it's unusual. Maybe even the patriarch can't protect you completely. Try to protect yourself."

"Zhou Shan, I'll meet you." the voice of Mu Feng just fell, and the body of bald rock mountain turned into a gray rainbow and rushed to the sky. Lan Yu, Chen Wufeng and others originally wanted to challenge Zhou Shan, but they didn't expect to be robbed by the rock mountain. For a time, all kinds of halos also rose into the sky to find their opponents.

Lan Ling walked past Song Fei and looked at Song Fei with a smile.

Song Fei saw a heavy flash in her eyes and gently said in her ear, "the other party is a spiritual monk. You should be as careful as possible. If you are really defeated, admit defeat as soon as possible."

"Thank you, I will. Take care of you too." Lan Ling's smile opened, and then his body floated up and flew to a challenge arena.

Song Fei stood in the distance. After most people found their opponents, he turned into a red rainbow and fell into the challenge arena of a man in black.

The enemy's strength is unknown. Song Fei no longer pays attention to the battle of others and focuses all his mind on the game in front of him.

In front of Song Fei's eyes, there was a young man with a long gun. The gun was golden and the tip of the gun was very sharp. There was a faint threat of the golden way, which captured people's mind.

With the slow waving of the golden gun, it gives people a feeling that they want to pierce the sky, as if anything can't help the stab of the long gun.

The body of the gun is very long, with a length of three meters, which is a section higher than the figure holding the gun. However, when this person shoots a gun, he does not have the slightest sense of violation, but gives people a very consistent feeling.

It was as if the spear had become a part of his life.

His body was as tall and upright as a long gun, with a temperament of rather bending than bending.

Song Fei's coming to the stage made the people who originally hated Song Fei at the edge of the challenge arena shout loudly to cheer for Song Fei.

Bang Xueming defeated daytime Xin. Song Fei established his position in everyone's mind by relying on his own strength. Even those who envy and envy Song Fei have to admit that Song Fei is an absolute strong man and has terrible potential.

Seeing Song Fei coming up, the young man just glanced gently, followed by a sneer: "I didn't expect my little gun fairy Jin'an to duel with a golden pill friar. You dare to choose me. As expected, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."

This man's momentum is more fierce than other associates. No wonder many people don't want to choose him.

Song Fei stood up and said, "you see, I'm the last one to come out. Except for you, the challenge arena is full."

Jin'an said faintly and his voice was unusually arrogant: "do you go down by yourself or I'll send you down. If you let me do it, I'm afraid you'll go down horizontally."

Song Fei smiled: "if you can, I still hope you can do it and send me down personally. I will feel very honored."

"Arrogance." Jin'an's golden gun suddenly burst into golden light. He held the long gun and pointed it at Song Fei from a distance. "Do you think you can fight me? Well, let me break your poor luck and..."

Speaking of this, Jin'an swept the gun to the audience cheering Song Fei: "and the fluke mentality of these low-level monks."

"Junior friar, boy, who do you think is a junior friar?"

"Yue Tianyu, beat the boy hard."

The crowd around the challenge arena was angry. Some wavering people and those who were unwilling to cheer for Song Fei also stood on Song Fei's side and waved flags and shouted for him.

Song Fei smiled, gently wiped the fire spirit sword in his hand and said, "even for the people on the field, I can't go down so fast. You say so."

"Medium grade magic weapon?" a trace of irony flashed on Jin'an's face. "You want to defeat the golden gun in my hand with it."

"That's what I'm going to tell you today." Song Fei, who was originally plain and mild in tone, gradually became fierce with the fall of this sentence. His eyes stabbed Jin'an not far away like two flying swords and shouted, "I'll tell you now that there is no strongest magic weapon in the world, only the strongest people. With it, I can beat you."

"Good!"

"Yue Tianyu is good. It suits my appetite. I support you."

Jin'an sighed, "poor self-esteem and arrogance, let him break with your failure." the golden light on the long gun became brighter. Jin'an held his right hand at the end of the golden gun, stabbed Song Fei's body fiercely, and said coldly, "no one told you how big the gap between the golden elixir and the spiritual realm is? The first-class boy of golden elixir."

"A lot of people told me that." Song Fei sneered. "Those who said such words finally got a new understanding. I think you are no exception."

The golden gun pierced out from a distance, and a golden rainbow shot from the tip of the gun, like a laser, at Song Fei's heart.

The blow was very fierce. The people behind Song Fei at the bottom of the challenge arena felt that they were about to be pierced in the face of the fierce Changhong.

The fire spirit sword in Song Fei's hand suddenly burst into flames and chopped straight at the golden Changhong.

The flame of the fire spirit sword dissipated, and the golden Changhong was cut off.

Not far away, Jin'an's face showed an incredible look and was stunned on the spot: "my attack, even the experts at the top of the golden pill can't resist it. You stopped it? It's interesting."

"You'll find it more interesting later. When you're kicked out by me." Song Fei snorted coldly. He didn't retreat but entered, shooting at Jin'an like a shell.

Jin'an's face was as arrogant as ever. Looking at the body shot by Song Fei in her eyes, she was still slightly contemptuous and disdainful. The golden light on the long gun came up and stabbed Song Fei again.

Song Fei's body was like shooting at the tip of the gun. Facing the long gun that was about to penetrate him, Song Fei didn't dare to touch the edge of the long gun. It was obvious that the other party used spiritual tools. Although his body was too strong than before, he didn't dare to fight with spiritual tools. He ran the fire spirit sword, performed the flame dance, and the fire spirit sword that ignited the fire again The other side's gun tip.

Song Fei's body was directly shaken out by the percussion of the sword and rob.

At this moment, although Song Fei was prepared, he still suffered a dark loss. The gifted friars relying on spirit tools, like the previous daytime Xin, are really too difficult to deal with. Moreover, Jin'an's strength is more intelligent and has more combat experience than daytime Xin.

Song Fei even retreated more than ten steps before he stopped. He involuntarily covered his chest and found that his chest was slightly hurt by the anti shock force just now.

The means are still too monotonous. Song Fei decided to exchange a good magic weapon and other means for himself after the sermon conference.