Ye Ling's shout immediately woke up the dreamer. The disciples of the Chrysanthemum Department of the Youyue Immortal Sect hurriedly followed the instructions. Chen Guirong picked three junior sisters and discussed with each other. Chen Guirong knocked them down with three moves and two moves. After a formality, Immediately obtained the qualifications to join the Hai Zheng Pioneer Army.
While Elder Leng Ju arranged for other disciples to follow suit, he was surprised when the master, Xie Xiu Muhan, stepped forward to help them out.
Lin Qingcheng, the incarnation of Youyue Fairy Feng Cailing, glanced at Ye Ling with deep emotion and said with emotion: "Ye Ling's talent for alchemy is indeed excellent, and his mind is not weak. It is better than the gang under me." Idiots are much stronger!”
When Hongtang and Xiaotao saw their master offering to help, they thought they were thinking of Chen Guirong's old friend and had some connection with their Ju disciples. Only Qingwan understands best. The reason why the master did this was entirely because the ancestor of the Youyue Xianmen was in the team, and it was for her sake. Anyway, you can't lose anything by giving a warning. Why not do it by doing it as a favor? .
Chen Guirong and two Ju disciples with higher cultivation level flew past the upper Jia Lei, letting the elder of the Five Elements Immortal Sect who was presiding over the Jia Lei blow his beard and glare, but it was of no avail.
After a few rounds, Chen Guirong lived up to expectations. The water rainbow ring came out of his hand and hit a casual cultivator on the shoulder. He passed through smoothly and jumped onto the main ring.
Chen Guirong first came to Mu Han, who was wearing a bloody robe and a stern evil spirit, and saluted with ten thousand blessings: "Thank you for reminding me, fellow Taoist. I don't know your surname?"
Before Ye Ling could answer, Siko Tingyan, who was under the ring, said loudly: "His name is Mu Han!"
Ye Ling smiled slightly and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is no need to be polite. With your fighting power, you can rank around forty. If you challenge the forty-second champion, you will definitely win."
Chen Guirong couldn't help being surprised and nodded in response. Anyway, there were three opportunities to challenge the challenger. Since Xie Xiu Muhan proposed, he might actually be able to win a seat.
The forty-second challenger was a fat man with a strong body and a round waist. Hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and glared at Ye Ling angrily!
Ye Ling was completely unaware and said calmly: "What? Not convinced? You think you are no match for Miss Chen. Do you want to come and compete with me?"
The fat man was the disciple of the Dixuan Immortal Sect who came to compete the next day. He had never witnessed Xie Xiu Muhan’s fighting power and did not know his reputation. He stood up suddenly and clenched his fists. The joints crackled, and the body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light. It was a golden spirit root body cultivator that was equally powerful in attack and defense!
"I'll take care of her first, and then I'll take care of you!" The fat man said with a cruel smile, his face full of anger.
Both the momentum and the ferocious appearance made Chen Guirong shudder.
Ye Ling has been sitting in the main ring for so long. From front to back, he has watched almost every ring master fight. He has accumulated a lot of combat experience. At the same time, he also knows the strength and weakness of each ring master and gives guidance. Said: "Don't be afraid! Although his strength is strong, his movement speed is as slow as a snail. You can beat him."
Chen Guirong's eyes lit up, she nodded vigorously, took out the water rainbow ring, and smashed it into the fat man's face.
Before the fat man could raise his right arm to block the golden light, Chen Guirong's figure was as light as a flying swallow. She quickly turned behind the fat man, waved a yellow silk ribbon, and wrapped it around the fat man's ankle with force. All around!
Poof!
The fat man's footing was unstable and he fell heavily on the main ring. The moonstone powder spread all over his body, causing all the cultivators under the ring to laugh. The monks from the Dixuan Immortal Sect, who were from the same sect as the fat man, suddenly I feel shameless and embarrassed to support my senior brother.
The fat man became angry with shame, jumped up with all his strength, and hit Chen Guirong like an enraged bison!
At this moment, Chen Guirong finally understood Xie Xiu Muhan's intention. In her opinion, the fat man's full-speed attack was too slow!
"fall!"
Chen Guirong used the intermediate water concealment technique, and her figure dodgeed loomingly. She flipped her jade hand and her wrist, and the yellow silk ribbon danced like a snake, trapping the fat man's feet and pulling him, causing him to be gnawed by a dog. mud!
"Youyue Immortal Sect disciple, Chen Guirong, wins! Dixuan Immortal Sect's Ma Junwu, you are defeated and will retire from the position of the 42nd Champion."
The elder of the Lingfu Xianmen who was judging the main competition immediately came to stop the two people from fighting to avoid any accidents.
The fat man Ma Jun got up unwillingly, panting heavily, and tore off the yellow silk ribbon. His face was red with suppressed blush and his neck was thick. In his opinion, he couldn't even beat a female nun. It was simply What a shame!
And the initiator of all this is the handsome and evil last champion! Ma Junwu stood up again, clenching his fists to look for Mu Han's bad luck. He thought that the last champion was ranked 100th. How capable could he be? Seeing that it is getting late, the competition in the ring is about to come to an end. We must fight quickly. If we can't beat others, can we still beat the last one?
Seeing that he dared to come to the door, Ye Ling was also very surprised and asked curiously: "Brother, why are you doing this? Did you ask when you went to the ring? Who are the people who were defeated by me?"
Ma Junwu stared at his strange eyes as big as copper bells and angrily said: "I don't know, and I don't want to know! You little boy, who are you, that little bitch just now? Are you so protective of her? Just for this reason alone, I will beat you up." Your nose is bruised and your face is swollen!"
Under the ring, there were many monks watching the fun. Seeing that the fat man Ma Junwu was looking for trouble, they all started to cheer:
"Ma Junwu! You have courage and courage! He is a man who dares to fight with Xie Xiu Muhan!"
"Ma Junwu is indeed a famous second-generation disciple of the Dixuan Immortal Sect. He stepped forward at the last moment. When you win, I am willing to join your team! Hahaha!"
"Yes! As long as you can defeat Mu Han, let alone recruit teammates, we will simply become your disciple! Hehe, haha!"
In the midst of this commotion, the thirty-first ring leader, Wei Tong, a black-faced man like an iron tower, suddenly stood up and shouted loudly like a bell: "Junior Brother Ma, let me forget it! You are not him Your opponent, please retreat quickly!"
Ma Junwu was forced into this situation and had no room to retreat. What's more, he was so angry that he could not listen to the advice of his fellow disciples.
"Mu Han, take your life!" Ma Jun and the Five Tigers roared, and all the joints in his body burst out with violent momentum. They punched Ye Ling like gold and iron!
Just when everyone thought that the evil cultivator Mu Han would use his incredible body skills to dodge this attack, many people were even looking forward to seeing Mu Han's unpredictable water concealment technique.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling was still sitting firmly in the last ring seat, not hiding or dodging, and his expression remained unchanged! In a split second, he used his right hand to point fingers freely and make secrets. From life and death to Du Jing, to Jingxiu and death, eight doors were drawn, which complemented each other. Then he made heavy palm prints and created the eight-door golden lock!
There was a trembling buzzing sound that echoed endlessly!
Looking at the fat man Ma Junwu, he seemed to be locked in the ring by the eight-door gold. He was still pumping his fists, but his fat body was already stiff, which looked extremely funny.
A burst of exclamations erupted from the main ring up and down!
