Chapter 3092

On this side of the ancient gate, only 13 disciples have advanced to the tenth round.

Xia Shan'er and Ning Xiaoyao are also promoted smoothly.

The two women each won a jade medal.

The 50 friars who had been promoted to the 10th round got the number plate and returned to their seats.

"The tenth round of challenge arena battle of Qianqiu martial arts competition officially started. The No.1 ancient instrument menning Xiaoyao was against the No.2 Zhaoyang Zong Dingqing." Luo Cheng began to announce the match information.

Ning Xiaoyao happens to be number one. She flies up and lands in the middle of the challenge arena with a jade medal in her hand.

"Come on, saint!"

"The saint will win, win this one!"

On this side of the stand, many disciples cheered for Ning Xiaoyao.

"Elder martial sister demon, you are sure to win!"

Xia Shan'er also clenches the powder fist, regardless of shyness, pulls the voice to cheer for Ning Xiaoyao.

Ning Xiaoyao is lucky. Her opponent is a semi immortal monk in zhaoyangzong. Her accomplishments are not as good as her own.

Shen Lang glanced at the monk of Zhaoyang sect who was fighting Ning Xiaoyao. Knowing that there was no suspense, he simply closed his eyes.

At the beginning of the duel, it was a battle without suspense.

Ning Xiaoyao's opening story is a story of the fifth terrace Fairy Art "frost dragon descending from the sky", which freezes the immortal weapon of the Zhaoyang sect disciple and forces the opponent to surrender and dare not fight again.

After all, for Banxian, the fifth terrace fairy art can kill people, and the Zhaoyang sect disciple did not dare to make fun of his own life.

In this way, Ning Xiaoyao has no pressure to advance to the last round.

All the disciples of the ancient utensil sect were jubilant, and the elders were all happy. Ning Xiaoyao won a place first, which was regarded as stabilizing people's hearts.

It's a pity that the disciples of the ancient utensils sect didn't go as smoothly as Ning Xiaoyao.

The friars who can be promoted to the tenth round are all semi immortals at the top level.

After Ning Xiaoyao, the two ancient utensils disciples lost the challenge.

When the morale on this side of the ancient gate was low, Luo Cheng yelled: "the next game, the No. 11 ancient gate is in a storm, against the No. 12 ancient gate Lu Peng."

"Wow

As soon as Luo Cheng's words came to an end, the pot burst on this side of the door.

"Damn, it's too bad. It's a fight with a monk!"

"Well, a place has been wasted."

"Elder martial brother Lu Peng and younger martial brother Shen Lang..."

There is a lot of discussion among the disciples of the ancient vessel sect.

All the elders looked at each other with dissatisfaction. The disciples finally advanced to the tenth round, but they didn't expect to compete with each other.

There is no doubt that the door of ancient utensils suffered a great loss.

"Elder martial brother, this..." Xia Shan'er's eyebrows are frowning. Although she has a simple mind, she can guess that it may be Lu Peng's intention.

"Ha ha, I finally have a chance to fight against Shen Lang, which is just what I want!"

Lu Peng showed a grim smile at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Lang glances at Lu Peng. It's no wonder that this guy just followed him. He peeked at his jade card number and deliberately picked a jade card with adjacent number.

Ning Xiaoyao's jade feet gently kicked the waves, and said: "Shen Lang, give Lu Peng a little color to see if he won the battle!"

Shen Lang was a little surprised, and the voice responded: "I'll try my best."

In full view of the public, Lu Peng took the lead to fly out of the ancient furniture stand. Like a gymnast, he made a 360 ° back somersault and landed on the challenge arena.

Shen Lang also flew into the challenge arena and stood with Lu Peng.

There was a commotion inside and outside the square, and the disciples of the antique door didn't know who to cheer for, so they could only watch it silently.

The other disciples of the six immortals are all gloating.

Xia Shan'er has a complicated look. She always feels that elder martial brother Lu Peng is getting deeper and deeper. She has been so mean all the time. I don't think there will be any good result.

Ning Xiaoyao was happy to see the play. In the previous several arena battles, Shen Lang hardly showed his strength. This time I met Lu Peng, I should be able to see the real strength of Shen Lang.

She can't wait to see what ability this man has to kill the original yellow lion king.

In the middle of the square arena, Shen Lang and Lu Peng looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Ah, younger martial brother Shen, I didn't expect that you and I would bump into each other. Elder martial brother, I'm so sad!"

Lu Peng deliberately put on a sad appearance to cover up the joy in his heart.

Shen Lang was too lazy to expose Lu Peng's acting skills. He also entered the movie king mode and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry to have a fight with elder martial brother Lu! Maybe I'll get rid of my elder martial brother as soon as I get excited. "

Hearing the sarcasm, Lu Peng's face suddenly darkened, but soon returned to normal. He said with a fake smile: "normally, elder martial brother lets you do everything, but the quota of this hunting trial is too important. Elder martial brother can't let you do it any more. Elder martial brother, please don't blame me if you're a little heavier! "

"That's the same with each other, younger martial brother. When I fight with people, I don't care about my hand. Elder martial brother had better pay attention to it!"Shen Lang shrugged and sneered.

Seeing Shen Lang's arrogance, Lu Peng couldn't pretend to go on. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch now. He said sternly, "don't talk too much nonsense. Younger martial brother, take the move!"

"The fifth terrace magic, Gengjin robbing thunder!"

Lu Peng quickly formed a seal in his hands. He drank like thunder in his mouth, pushed out his palms, and shot out two spiral golden thunder beams in his palms.

"Boom!"

Two spiral golden thunder beams, like huge waves, flew towards the waves.

It's worthy of the five thunder method. Geng Jin's powerful power of robbing thunder makes Shen Lang feel palpitating. This time, Shen Lang didn't fight back with his sword. He wanted to try his new magic power.

"The fifth terrace magic, Guishui yinlei!"

With the sound of a soft drink, the whole body suddenly gushed out a huge black arc, and the palms were also pushed out. In the palms of the palms, two completely different black spiral thunder beams were shot out, like a huge tsunami, which hit two golden thunderbolts.

The next moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Gold thunder and black thunder interweave and collide, burst out a very harsh explosion, shaking! The frightening energy collides around the square and is completely resisted by the defensive prohibitions rising around the square.

The collision of two five thunder methods made qianqiucheng square look like a 10 magnitude earthquake, which made the monks who watched the battle feel awe inspiring.

"Gui What's wrong with you? No, it's impossible! How could you have learned this magic power? "

Lu Peng keeps releasing Gengjin robbing thunder. He is surprised to find that Shen Lang's five thunder method is the most difficult one to practice.

What's more surprising is the elder on the stand.

"I'm not wrong. Is that five thunder Fagui Shuiyin thunder?"

"Look at that breath, it should be GUI Shui Yin Lei no doubt!"

"No, Guishui yinlei is the most difficult lightning stroke among the five thunder methods. No one in our school has learned it for tens of millions of years. How can a young disciple master these five thunder methods?"

The heads of all the ancient utensils looked at each other in shock.

Nangong Mo, who has always been in the ancient well, was slightly moved. His eyes turned to He Jian, who was still in a state of surprise. He said indifferently, "elder He Jian, you are really a good believer!"

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