Chapter 1487

"No!"

Wang Youyu looked "flustered", looked up and turned to the most beautiful Pavilion box, and said in a hurry: "report to the sect leader, saint, there seems to be something wrong with the challenge arena of the FA array. Do you want to stop the competition?"

Without waiting for the people in the pavilion box to say anything, there were bursts of coax around.

"Don't stop, continue!"

"That is, it's rare to have a serious son-in-law selection ratio. How can it end like this?"

"Yes, we waited for three months to wait until your son-in-law selection Dabi of Tianxing Shengmen. First, we delayed changing the date, and now there is such a mistake. Players don't bring such a thing!"

"Just keep fighting, who stops who cowards!"

In the hanging pavilion, Bai Yiqing sat casually and looked calm under the guard of a group of solemn and expressionless holy gate guards. The Taoist priest Liu Yue sneered and said, "then continue."

Wang Youyu nodded slightly, with an apologetic smile on his face, saluted the monks in all directions of Tiandao palace and said, "don't worry, my holy gate will find out the reason why the Dharma array is invalid."

While talking, the challenge arena has been in the third round.

The loss of the protection of the Dharma array aroused the real fighting intention and potential ferocity of the participating talents. The competition became more and more intense. Every fight was fist to flesh and knife to blood. With more and more seriously injured monks, the injury became more and more serious. Even two seriously injured talents flew out of the dying, and the noise under the challenge arena gradually decreased, Some experts who accompanied their younger generation to the competition frowned.

"Hum, the magnificent Tianxing holy gate can't even protect the Dharma array. Is it because I'm in the wrong place? Is this still the top three major gate in Tianchen department?" a Zhutian Level 3 expert snorted coldly, stared at his nephew who had just entered the next round in the challenge arena and shouted discontentedly: "if you can't, stop choosing a son-in-law..."

His voice had not yet fallen, his hair was set up, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and his eyes fell on his nephew's opponent in the third round. His whole body was shaking like falling into an ice cave.

Standing opposite his nephew was a black fat friar with a bun on his head. The man didn't move, but he could feel the terrible smell in his body from a distance. The moment he touched the black fat man's eyes, the third-class experts in the heavens only felt that they had walked between life and death.

"No! Stop..." he shouted, but it was still late.

The strange looking black fat friar flicked his middle finger, directly flew the young friar opposite, crashed into the Taowen jade wall of the main hall with a roar, and fell deeply into it. He was as angry as a gossamer and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"The power is still a little big."

Kunpeng Dasheng, who specially found a new Taoist robe to participate in the challenge arena, buttoned his nose, shook his big cheeks, turned and jumped off the challenge arena, shouting: "get married! Get married! It's all mine! Don't hahaha!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by Kunpeng Dasheng, and the cold was sudden. None of the talented friars who fought against him for three rounds in a row could survive a single move. They were all defeated miserably, and they are still lying outside the challenge arena. They don't know whether they are alive or dead!

"Why do you lay such a heavy hand? In Song PI, Pingguang City, I dare to ask your name!"

After feeding the pill to his unconscious nephew, the third level master of Zhutian stood up and stared at Kunpeng Da Sheng.

"I'm so bored."

Kunpeng Da Sheng took out his ears and snorted impatiently.

Buzz!

The third level masters of the heavens were shocked in their brains, bleeding in their seven orifices, and fell to the ground. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The whole Tiandao palace suddenly quieted down. No matter the young talents who participated in the son-in-law election, or the monks who were watching, they were shocked and flustered when they looked at the back of Kunpeng Dasheng swaying towards the next scene.

"Who is that man? He's so strong! The emperor is just like that!"

"Song PI, Pingguang city of song... He is a third-order peak friar of Zhutian and a famous expert in the field of Tianxing holy gate. How could he be so bad if he didn't meet the strongest!"

"Choosing a son-in-law Dabi has always been aimed at young friars. How can an emperor come out! What's the matter? It's not fair!"

"How can he fight! He can sweep the whole audience alone! He can't go on!"

"Yes, stop!"

The voice of discussion became louder and louder. Not only the onlookers protested, but also the young talents in the challenge arena watched Kunpeng Dasheng warily and retreated back as they gathered together.

The only thing that didn't move was the thunder emperor.

He stood firmly on the challenge arena, clenched his teeth, clenched his fists and looked at the Kunpeng Dasheng coming towards him - he was the opponent of Kunpeng Dasheng in the fourth round. Tianbang's genius and the dignity of the emperor's family made him summon up the courage and never thought of retreating. However, what really kept him in place was the terrible Qi that enveloped him like an eternal abyss.

Kunpeng Dasheng is still more than ten steps away from him. He is already sweating, consumes most of his strength, and his face is as white as paper.

Wang Youyu was stunned, quickly turned his head and looked at the hanging pavilion.

Hanging in the pavilion, Bai Yiqing and Liu Yue exchanged a look and frowned at the same time.

"Who is he?" Bai Yiqing asked.

"I don't know. There is no such person in the list. But if this person can go to the challenge arena, it means that he has passed the first three rounds of assessment... How can such a person come to choose a son-in-law?" Taoist priest Liu Yue was stunned.

"His breath is not under master Miaoling, and his artistic conception is more distant and ancient than master Miaoling... Liuyue, hurry to announce the termination of the election of son-in-law Dabi." Bai Yiqing said quickly with a cold face, and a faint uneasiness arose in her heart.

"OK."

Liu Yue's figure flashed, appeared outside the pavilion, cleared her throat and said, "you guys, because there are too many accidents in the election of son-in-law, I'm afraid there are other secrets. I hope you will understand and forgive me."

When the voice fell, most of the monks in the challenge arena breathed a sigh of relief, and the young talents participating in Dabi were even more secretly happy.

"Hoo..."

Thunder emperor was also relieved. Although he wanted face, he also knew that if he fought with the people in front of him, he would lose face. Just as he was about to say something, he raised his head and met the eyes of the black and fat bun friar opposite. His head rumbled and spewed a mouthful of blood forward.

Kunpeng Dasheng's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot. At this time, it was too dark to see his nose and eyes. His teeth creaked and his eyes were filled with anger. His two big cheeks trembled slightly and shook gradually.

"Stop now? What are you talking about?"

Kunpeng dashed up his head and stared at Liuyue.

"Ben Da Sheng hasn't married yet! You're about to end! You play with me, aren't you!"

"Hahaha, you ugly woman! If you're not afraid that Ben Da Sheng will tear down your nest, just stop!"

Liu Yue was prepared and pinched the seal method in advance. He sacrificed a Tianpin magic weapon just obtained from the hidden palace in his sleeve to transport his whole body.

But even so, the pressure in the eyes of Kunpeng Dasheng is still like flood waves, rolling in, so that Liuyue is almost out of breath. All the previous preparations just let her not make a fool of herself in public, which is just the eyes of Kunpeng Dasheng.

So strong... Where did the peerless strong come from! Even if Shengu Miaoling and the ancestors of Yingong come out together, I'm afraid I can't stop him! Is it the man of Xingyuan!

Liuyue trembled slightly and said * * in her heart.

She has seen big scenes. She used to fight with Jiulong Jun for nine days. She has seen countless strong men, but few may be better than the black, fat and ugly man in front of her!

How can such a person appear here if he is like a dragon hidden for nine days and carefree in all directions, or has retired from nine days of disputes and spared no effort to impact the supreme realm? No, the master mother's game

Liuyue shouted bad in her heart.

On the high platform, Wang Youyu frowned.

In the hanging pavilion, the powerful guards from the hidden palace around Bai Yiqing looked at each other and knew the details of Bai Yiqing's game. Naturally, they knew that if the election of her son-in-law Dabi could not be stopped, it would mean that Bai Yiqing's game failed, could not lead to Yu Xia, and could not relieve the danger of the heavenly star holy gate. After so many days of layout and various plans, they finally lost everything.

"Saint, the ancestors gave you 90% of the power of the hidden palace. Don't let the hidden palace down." an old woman with a deep breath warned.

"Don't worry."

Bai Yiqing said, among the people, only her look was the most calm, no sorrow, no joy, and the waves were calm.

As soon as her voice fell, suddenly, a burst of cold laughter came from afar, went straight into the hanging pavilion, and suddenly rang in the ears of Bai Yiqing and the guards of the hidden palace.

"Disciple, you are the same as the teacher expected. After all, you have come to this step and become a saint."

"You really could have forced me out of this game."

"Unfortunately, you still have a bad move after all."

Behind Bai Yiqing, a group of immortal star guards changed color at the same time. They quickly cast a spell to reveal the divine soul and read the word, searching in all directions.

"Master, you're here at last."

Bai Yiqing smiled happily.

She stood up, walked out of the hanging pavilion, suspended in the air, saluted Kunpeng, and said, "in the next day, Bai Yiqing, a contemporary Saint at the star gate, I've seen your predecessors."

As soon as Bai Yiqing Fang appeared, all her eyes immediately focused on her. Although she was wearing a veil, her graceful and perfect posture and ethereal bearing, through her veiled beautiful eyes, all outlined a great beauty like the goddess of the Moon Palace, which made the vast majority of young talents feel ashamed.

In the face of the mysterious strong man born in the sky, Bai Yiqing is neither humble nor overbearing, his tone is neither salty nor light, and his momentum is not inferior.

LAN Xiaosheng, the monk who doesn't laugh and other tianbang geniuses looked at Bai Yiqing, looked at each other and sighed secretly. They are worthy of being the Taoist couple of Luochuan in the legend. Only such women are worthy of the monster Luochuan.

To everyone's surprise, Kunpeng Dasheng did not attack.

"I know you. You're not Luochuan's woman! Hum, even if you're Luochuan's woman, you can't be so overbearing and unreasonable! Stop and stop, you play with me?" Kunpeng Da Sheng put his hands on his hips, shook his big cheeks and looked angrily at Bai Yiqing.

Although Kunpeng Dasheng is still very angry, his attitude is obviously too much better, and even the pressure is deliberately restrained.

Luo Chuan... A dead genius still has such a big face and Yu Wei!

Countless exclamations sounded from the hearts of the monks present. They naturally felt how terrible the black and fat man was. Even the emperor level sect leader of Tianxing Shengmen was nailed in the air by him. What a state of cultivation!

"This guy, why did he come here? He also came to the son-in-law election contest? He was full and supported?"

In the crowd, Luo Chuan, hiding in the shadow, raised his head, looked coldly at Kunpeng and shouted at Xinhu: "Da Sheng, what the hell are you doing? This is Bai Yiqing's game. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for turning against you!"