Chapter 1202

After a few seconds of silence, there was a commotion and almost everyone looked at the waves with shocked eyes.

Two consecutive games are one or two moves to kill the opponent, Shen Lang's performance is somewhat shocking.

Even if the first match is over, the second match is a friar in the middle of jiedan, and he even kills him. People can't help but wonder if Shen Lang is in the early days of pill making.

Those who watched the battle outside also showed their astonishment. No one dared to look down on Shen Lang again.

"Winner, number 11!" The youth in purple who presided over the challenge arena announced.

Shen Langfei left the challenge arena, still feeling a little upset.

"Congratulations, young man." Xiao linger came forward.

"Let's go back."

Shen Lang didn't say much. When Xiao ling'er was about to be involved in a light hiding, he rose to the sky and flew towards the horizon.

Tomorrow is the last day of the challenge arena, and 20 places will be determined.

After Shen Lang returned to the cave, he still kept his eyes closed, kept his spirit at an excellent level, and prepared for the challenge arena battle on the last day.

He checked the storage ring of the dead black robed nun by the way. That jade flute magic weapon can attack people's spirits, but it is of some use.

In addition, they are all common things. The number of five element spirit stones is 60.7 million, which is also a small gain.

Shen Lang calculated the property in his storage ring, a small Tianjing stone (one hundred and five elements of Lingshi), and five elements of Lingshi, including five elements of Lingjing converted to nearly 200 million.

There are a lot of magic weapons, and there are four top-grade ones. There are so many miraculous herbs and pills.

Shen Lang's property must be considered as a local tyrant in the loose cultivation. His financial resources are comparable to those of the monks in the later period of jiedan.

But this financial resources is far from enough to buy the ancient treasure.

One of the most rubbish attack type ancient treasures, the price is also more than 30 Xiaotianjing stones.

Shen Lang lost all his money and couldn't buy an ancient treasure.

And even if there is an ancient treasure flowing out, it can't reach the friars of his cultivation.

Because ancient treasure is of great use to the friars in the first year of life. Only a few monks in jiedan period can have ancient treasure.

Attack ancient treasure, Shen Lang can only think about YY.

In a flash, the next day arrived.

Today is the last day of the challenge arena.

There are many people around the star city square. There are more monks coming to watch the battle than in the last two days.

After the first two rounds of competition, the original 210 monks, now there are only more than 50 out of the competition, and the rest of the jiedan monks are basically the elites of the loose monks.

Even some sect elders of jiedan period come to watch the final challenge arena.

It's not so much the attention of all the people, but it's envious to get a chance to enter Penglai mountain.

At the beginning of the third battle, Shen Lang's opponent is a white robed elder in the middle of jiedan period, whose strength is in line with the rules.

Shen Lang won not so easily this time, but he succeeded in winning and advanced to the last round. He still has the strength, and does not expose the ability of nine changes of bleeding spirit.

At noon, the challenge arena battle finally reached the final round.

The two men have stepped onto the challenge arena. Standing opposite Shen Lang is an old man in a grey robe. His face is thin and gloomy, giving a strange atmosphere.

Shen Lang is very unlucky. His opponent is one of the only two loose menders in the later stage of jiedan in the challenge arena of Panlong island. In addition, it is also a famous loose mending in the late period of jiedan. It's a black evil old monster.

"Come on, young man!" Xiao ling'er shouted at the scene, with a little worry on her face.

Although Shen Lang's strength is very strong, his opponent is the serious monk in the late period of jiedan. The gap in realm is too big. Xiao linger is not sure whether Shen Lang can win or not.

Shen Lang's face was ugly. He had known about his opponent before.

Heisha old monster is the island owner of Heishan island in Yuanhe sea area. He is eccentric and violent and has never joined any sect.

This man is almost the strongest among all the people on Panlong island who participated in the challenge arena battle and loose cultivation. He is good at magic skill and has a high combat power.

"Tut Tut, that young elder is going to be unlucky in the early stage of pill making. He unexpectedly bumped into the Black Ghost old monster of Heishan island."

"I wipe, this person is black evil old monster, I still see myself for the first time!"

"Some people have come out in the last few games. This black evil old monster is a monk in the late period of jiedan who has been famous for a long time. The monks who met him in the past few times all surrendered, and no one dared to fight with him! "

The monks outside the field were talking about it, obviously all mourning for the waves.

In the eyes of the public, even though Shen Lang has made his mark in the past few times, he is just a friar in the early stage of making pill. It is almost impossible to defeat the late friars of the level of black evil old monster.

On a tall building outside the square, a young man in red armor is staring at the challenge arena. This man is Xuefei. A beautiful woman in purple standing beside him is Murong Mingyue.

Today, I'm free. Xuefei also came to watch the challenge arena. Of course, with his haughty nature, he can look down on a group of fights between the free practitioners, just for leisure.

"Moon, your old acquaintance seems to be in some trouble. The Heisha ancestor is a monk with good strength. Your old knowledge is far from his opponent. " Blood fly not cold not light said.

"I don't think it's necessary for the bright moon. It's easy for you to read it." Murong Mingyue chuckles. His eyes are fixed on the waves on the challenge arena, showing a trace of expectation.

In the arena, the atmosphere is tense.

"Boy, I've given you a chance. Don't you surrender?" Said the black evil spirit impatiently.

"Why should I surrender?" Shen Lang looks gloomy.

Although the old black devil is strong, he is at most a friar with the same strength as Duan Jian. Unless this man has more powerful ancient treasure than kaishanyin!

Shen Lang thinks the possibility is very low. He decides to fight the first World War simply by biting his teeth! Even if they lose, they will still have a chance to get places.

"Hum, yellow haired boy, are you sure you want to fight with me? I'm not afraid I killed you? " Black evil old strange Jie Jie a smile, not overcast said.

"I'm sorry, but you are so confident. You may as well try." Shen Lang laughs.

"Yellow haired children are bold. Since they want to die, I will help you!"

The black evil old monster's face showed a trace of violence. He bit through his fingertips, quickly drew a charm in the air, and pushed out his hands to play the spirit power.

"Ghost king appears!"

As soon as the roar fell, a ghost king with a height of 100 meters appeared in front of him. He was the first born ox horn, with a wide mouth and tusks. He was wearing black armor, with a horrible face and a gray flame burning all over his body, as if the devil had come to the world.

The fierce smell frightened the spectators around the square.

"Is it the great ghost king?" Shen Lang's face changed.

Before, when he was in the wilderness, he also met an opponent who had offered a powerful ghost king, but it was only a phantom. The powerful ghost king in front of him was an entity!

"Ghost king, chop him for me!" Black evil old monster has a cold drink.

The ghost king immediately took out a big black sword with a length of tens of meters from behind. The surface of the blade was burning with evil flames.

"Roar!"

The ghost king sent out a low and strange roar, wielded a huge sword, and cut into the waves.