Amidst all the pointing and pointing, Fu Zeguang stood up proudly. As his muscles and bones stretched, his aura was like a waking giant beast. In a very short time, it expanded, grew stronger, became fierce, revealed a strong murderous aura, and was as sharp as a blade.
His eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were as bright as stars, sweeping in all directions. There was no special expression on his jade-like face. He really wanted to search for the opponent designated by the Lord of the Immortal Palace. Unfortunately, he found nothing and no one responded. .
Similar to what the other martial artists were thinking, Fu Zeguang also regarded this competition as a different stage to show himself in front of the three great masters. The ultimate goal was to gain the appreciation of the Bone Master and then have the possibility of becoming his disciple. .
From a certain point of view, the Bone Master and Fu Zeguang each have their own thoughts and are running in both directions.
Therefore, no matter who the opponent was, he decided to use his strongest side to defeat him quickly. Only by destroying the dead can he attract the attention of the grandmaster.
Meng Zhao also found that Fu Zeguang was as sharp as a sword and had a strong fighting spirit. He did not appear very excited or stressed.
Yun Danfeng stood up gently, and stepped forward amidst the astonishment and amazement of the familiar people around him. Together with Fu Zeguang, he came to the three jade platforms and saluted with clasped fists.
"This is Meng Tao? Isn't it right? Why did I hear that his surname was Bi? Could it be that he used a fake name?"
"Hiss, this kid is so young. He doesn't even look like his hair has grown. His energy is as unfathomable as an abyss. No wonder he can enter the master's Dharma eyes. It's really amazing..."
The warriors and even some Immortal Palace disciples who were listening around were whispering, and most of them turned their attention to Meng Zhao. Questioning and scrutiny abounded. Compared to Fu Zeguang, Meng Zhao was indeed too immature, and his reputation was about the same. Yu Wu didn't know what ability he had that could be remembered by the Lord of Immortal Palace.
Of course, the Lord of the Immortal Palace named him first, which was not an open-minded provocation. After all, only the three great masters had the right to speak in this hall, and everyone else could only bow and obey orders.
Not to mention that Meng Zhao was an innate strong man with unfathomable energy. Even if he asked Fu Zeguang to compete with a dog, he would have to do it unless he no longer planned to live.
"Fu Zeguang, Meng Tao, you two will compete in this hall, regardless of means. I will evaluate what you have learned later. I hope you will make good use of it and don't let this opportunity pass you by."
"Then Guang will definitely live up to the expectations of the Palace Master and the two Grandmasters, and will do his best."
Fu Zeguang faced the powerful master with a huge aura like three divine rings. He was small and humble, with an extremely serious expression and respectful and polite expression. He only occasionally glanced at Meng Zhao with a slightly meaningful look.
I think it was because I learned about the rift between him and Viu Ning during my previous conversation with Viu Ning, so I became interested in exploring it.
In comparison, Meng Zhao's waist was as straight as a spear, his expression was mostly indifferent, and he looked even more extraordinary. Some people were amazed, even the three lords of the Immortal Palace on the jade platform.
Grandmaster White Bones looked at Meng Zhao with a smile on his face, and even took the initiative to release a trace of the aura that only belonged to a strong master, to put pressure on this young boy, but seeing that he was completely unaware, he couldn't help but praise,
"What a good boy, I don't know how he has mastered his spiritual cultivation. This heroic spirit is so solid. Even if he doesn't take action, this style alone has already suppressed Fu Zeguang."
The Lord of the Immortal Palace nodded and agreed,
"Yes, judging from his performance, he has no desires or desires. He seems to have no desire to get anything from us. However, in comparison, Fu Zeguang has a complicated mind and it is inevitable to worry about gains and losses."
Grandmaster Qiao always felt that the boy Meng Zhao under the jade platform had a deep meaning. From time to time, he would cast his eyes on him, and he would inevitably have some reveries in his heart.
Although the entire hall is huge, it is as wide as a large square.
Therefore, the three jade platforms occupy a large area, and the seats of the surrounding spectators also occupy a certain proportion. The blank space left is still enough for the warriors to compete and compete.
The first one to take action was Fu Zeguang. He didn't even say hello to Meng Zhao in advance, before he gathered his Hundred Ghosts Xuan Gang and turned it into a thick black ink, shrill and terrifying ghost hand that grabbed Meng Zhao.
The appearance of this ghost hand was also very strange. It was silent and without any warning. It rose from the ground and grabbed Meng Zhao in the same direction. It seemed that there was really a ferocious evil ghost emerging from the ground and trying to grab him. Meng Zhao took it into the Jiuyou Underworld.
On the ghost hand, there are also dense ghost faces, which are gloomy and ferocious, with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, worry, and fear, which can scare people with trypophobia to death, adding a third degree of evil.
This is a strange move of Baigui Xuangang. The ghost hand becomes a ghost monster of its own, instantly pulling the opponent into the ghost monster, directly reducing and suppressing the close connection between the opponent and the vitality of heaven and earth, and at the same time amplifying all kinds of negative emotions in people. It is a secret weapon aimed at blocking.
If this attack is faced by other innate warriors, 60% to 70% will suffer a serious blow, and 10% to 20% will break out in a cold sweat. Only a very small number of people can deal with it calmly, and this of course includes Meng Zhao.
He listened to the three great masters, absorbed the master's martial arts wisdom, and integrated it into his own learning, so that the Emperor's Qi-Wang Technique created by Sudden Enlightenment has begun to be incorporated into his entire martial arts system and is running at all times.
From what he could see, the sky and the earth seemed like a motionless background. People were in the middle, and any movement of wind and grass would be hard to avoid his Qi induction.
Sometimes, what the eyes see may not be true, but Qi sensing rarely makes mistakes.
Therefore, when Fu Zeguang was about to take action, Meng Zhao had already noticed that the dark and evil aura underground was as hard to hide as an erupting volcano.
This is also the essence and mystery of the Emperor's Qi Watching Technique. Once this secret technique is completed, it is truly unpredictable.
Although he was also surprised by the strangeness of the other party's methods, he did not panic at all.
I saw Meng Zhao holding his hands on his back, standing as tall as a pine tree, with a slight step, and as soon as he stepped back, the lavender dragon energy flashed away, and the ghost hands that appeared from the ground were penetrated by a powerful force and shattered. , and finally dissipated into a faint black mist.
Fu Zeguang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his pupils, and said secretly,
impossible!
In his eyes, or in other words, in his perception, there was nothing subtle about Meng Zhao's step and retreat, and the intensity of his Qi used did not seem to be very strong. Maybe any of the innate people present could Can be issued.
However, it was these ordinary and ordinary methods, kneaded together, that could crush his ghost hand as easily as a knife cutting tofu, which was what made him most incredible.
Because, the ghost hand was made from the Hundred Ghost Mysterious Gang that he had condensed.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
