My Doomsday Territory

Zuixianglou, Shang Gongling and others have been here for some time.

They obtained the identity certificate of the Wumeng League, Dachang's customs and historical background, and as long as Tang Yu and Fannie had known a few days ago, they compiled textbooks for these Xianmen disciples to learn.

Dressing is also the style of the Dachang Dynasty.

People who claim to be from the'Xianmen' of the Hermitage.

Dachang also has countless large and small ancestors, but they are all under the management of the Wumeng League, and the government has deliberately and unintentionally cracked down on the division. The sect of the sect is not strong. Some sects who are friendly to the government have many disciples who joined the local after they came out of the mountain. Mansion.

Such as the Black Armor, the Blue Xuan Army, and the Royal Guard.

But who can guarantee that if Dachang is so big, there will be no so-called hidden sects?

At least he understands that every year, there are many newly registered martial arts in the Wumeng League, and some of them claim to be hidden sects, but they are often average in strength and unable to grab the mission of high oil and water in the Wumeng League.

Over time, the small martial arts that can't get out of it have to be disbanded. Talented disciples may be able to join other martial arts, but most of the average strength can only go home to farm.

This knowledge belongs to the assessment content of the "Advance Team of the Kingdom of Dachang".

Bamboo Sorrel and Enze selected some Xianmen disciples who were sufficiently loyal and above the standard, and then trained for a period of time, and finally passed the assessment, they were eligible to become members of the'advance regiment'.

All the selected elite disciples passed the examination.

Therefore, although they are very excited when they come to a different country, everyone can control their emotions. In addition to eating more and buying more local products, there is nothing surprising.

"Master, when will we go inside?"

In the morning of free action, Cao Xinghua also went to the Biwu Arena, and the symphony of swords made him bloody.

Since he walked out of the bottom of his life, he has devoted all his mind to cultivation. Among the disciples of Xianmen, there are also many people with A and A+ qualifications. The vast majority of people are far inferior to him in cultivation.

In addition to Shang Gongling, Cao Xinghua was firmly in the top three in the second echelon.

The master sister went to Gongling, but she was completely abused. It was not interesting to fight. The other people were either not his opponents or they were too familiar with every move.

"Go in the afternoon, and discuss the order of appearance yourself."

...

The "Young Generation Competition" lasted for more than ten days without losing its heat.

Dachang Wangdu said less than a few million people. The people who took melons lost a lot. They went from batch to batch.

So are those who compete in power.

There are also some losers who, after recovering from the treatment of the injury, join the war again-the government has not limited the number of contests to participate in the competition, and there are almost no rules.

This morning, Tang Yu saw the strong man with a sword and shield who was seriously injured by a young swordsman a week ago. He once again climbed into the ring and was successfully defending the ring.

However, there are few examples of strong men that can be copied, and most of the eliminated people are seriously injured. Like the strong men, it took a month or two to recover. Now it is cured in a week, and only the ability of "bill" can do it. This is it.

The stone pillars lined around the ring, and the defenders sitting cross-legged on it, also changed from one to another.

After observing for a few days, Tang Yu found that these guys were not just pretending, but waiting.

Some ordinary martial arts people can take advantage of the "younger generation of martial arts" to join large families and large schools, and they can also find a middle and high level in the Black Armor Army and the Qingxuan Army without having to start as a soldier.

Dachang has a mature plan for the cultivation of talents, which is not as unbearable as he had imagined before.

in the afternoon,

Tang Yu and his entourage came outside the contest ring, and Yuanli was released slightly. The crowd like sardines in front was immediately separated from the road, and a dozen people walked straight in.

After noon break, the afternoon session has just begun.

At the moment, a young man with a beard stands on the ring. Although there are as many as forty, but since he stands on the stage, it means that he is only facing the mature.

After this man went up, he sat down to rest for ten minutes, and no one was on the court.

Tang Yu knew the reason very well.

The youthful breath of Luohuhu was released without reservation. In the early stage of the Eighth Layer, although it was not a top among the younger generation of Dachang, it was also considered to be the top.

Few people pay attention to qualifications and resources. Few people can reach the awakening eightfold before the age of thirty. In the battle of defense, there is already the possibility of winning.

These days, such as young swordsmen and strong men with swords and shields, are only the beginning and middle of the Eighth Layer.

This class of masters shocked most people at once.

Awakening the five or six heavy dragon suit would like to say that you guys don’t play cards according to common sense. Shouldn’t we be the ones who are low-cultivated, first play the game and then make the final decision?

The cultivation is high, the eighth and ninth heavy, also unwilling to play this morning.

The opponent is still at his peak, winning a game, but may lose the last.

The disciples of Xianmen didn't care anymore. A dozen people looked at each other. Finally, a tower-like man stepped on the high platform.

The young man with a big beard is already very strong, and the bronze muscle knots are still standing short in front of this man.

But the vast majority of viewers are not watching with their eyes, but breath perception. The towering man is finally worse, and the breath is only six peaks.

See now, whether the strong man of the tower can hurt the beard.

A few experts outside the stadium squinted.

Luohuhu Youth stood up and clenched his fists with both hands. "Iron Palm School, Duan Kuan!"

The strong man of the tower was stunned for a moment, and his hands clasped his fists in tribute.

After exchanging names, Duan Kuan waved.

His palms were harder than iron, and the wind blew up during his swing, and his palms were like shadows.

Boom!

Shi Tie's arm was hard in front of him, and his skin was coated with a metallic luster. After a blast, he stepped back twice, and Duan Kuan of the Iron Palm School also shook his body, unable to connect with another palm.

"Duan Kuan, I know. The master of the Iron Palm School, I heard that the Iron Palm School has been declining over the years. This time the young and handsome Duan Kuan came out, and the Iron Palm School is about to become famous again."

"The one named Shi Tie is not bad. Only Liu Chongfeng Xiu Wei has been able to persist in Duan Kuan's hands for so long. What kind of school is Xianmen? Haven't I heard of it?"

"It should be a small school, but the small school can occasionally be a master."

On the competition ring, the sound of bang bang kept on.

The iron palm section is wide and high, and the speed is faster. Every few rounds he will be able to leave a palm mark on Shi Tie.

But the more fighting, the more dignified his face.

With a few palms in his body, Shi Tie's breath only faded, and the whole person looked nothing different.

On the other hand, he has exploded his combat skills several times, and the consumption is not small.

The movement gradually slowed down.

Suddenly,

Shi Tie let out a low roar, the awakening person in the battle of the appearance of the platform did not feel anything, but Duan Kuan seemed to be hit by a boulder in his head.

He struggled so hard that when the blur in his eyes became clear, the big fist in the sandbag enlarged in his pupils.

boom!

Duan Kuan flew hundreds of meters upside down, the blood sprayed directly, and rolled off the ring.

The audience took a sip of cold skin outside the court, and several masters who were about to move, could not help but shrink their necks.

Instead of taking advantage of people's danger, we still hold on first.

...

Shi Tie's violent victory, directly let the contest beating the stage for more than ten minutes.

But not everyone can hold back, and finally someone comes on stage.

Some are sixfold and some are sevenfold.

They may be holding Shi Tie's already hurt heart and want to pick up cheap.

One by one was stepped down, but there were more martial arts players.

"Fast, fast. He has played so many games. He was injured again at first, and he might not be able to stand in the next moment."

"Even if you can't stand at the end, as long as you can defeat him, it's a big plus. I'm not sure there will be a big family, so I'm fancy me!"

After all, Shi Tie has only six peaks and no high-level equipment. He lost dozens of people in a row, even if most of them defeated the enemy with one punch, and there are few sources left. He was originally a type of battle.

The fifty-eighth inning,

A young man with a pointed mouth and cheeks came to power. With his sensitive movements, he walked away from the stone and iron for hundreds of meters and attacked with a hidden weapon.

Shi Tie's skin is still plated with metallic luster. His clothes are worn and broken, but there are still only a few white marks on his body, and there is no real damage. The hidden weapon of the young man with a pointed mouth is also dangdang.

But suddenly,

Bang--

A burst of purple smoke burst from the hidden weapon, and Shi Tie couldn't dodge her breath immediately, but the young man with a pointed beak threw more and more hidden weapons and exploded like firecrackers.

Seen from a distance, the purple smoke cloud was wrapped in a mass, and only the tall figure of Shi Tie could be seen vaguely.

When Shi Tie rushed out, the young man with a pointed mouth and a cheek immediately ran back, and the hidden weapon did not throw out like money.

And Shi Tie no longer has the ability to use sonic combat skills again.

at last,

A few minutes later, the skin and face were covered with a bit of bluish stone iron, and they fell heavily to the ground.

"I won Haha, but that's how it is, how strong I thought!"

The pointed-billed young man laughed, his eyes full of contempt.

Officials stepped forward to lift Shi Tie and fed two more pills, one to detoxify and one to heal.

How significant the effect is is not, can only save his life, Shi Tie still has some bluish colors.

Tang Yu immediately filled a bottle of high-level life potion, and the air of life turned around in the stone iron body, the bluish and purple colors on his face faded away, and he opened his eyes.

The breath is still a bit weak, but people are gone.

"I……"

Mu Tie's Shi Tie opened his mouth, complaining about himself.

Cao Xinghua and others were angry.

Shi Tie can be defeated, but not so defeated.

The young man's face is too arrogant.

No one can be more arrogant than Xianmen!

"Brother, I will avenge you."

A figure flashed, Cao Xinghua went to the ring.

The pointed-billed young man glanced at him and raised his chin high, "I am undefeated for the unnamed generation by applying for the name."

Cao Xinghua narrowed his eyes and exhaled a dangerous breath.

He stared at the pointed-billed young man, saying one by one:

"Xianmen, Cao-Xing-Hua!"

The young man with a pointed mouth was stunned.

At the same time, the breath of Cao Xinghua's nineth peak was released without reservation.

Strong winds swept the entire competition.

The face of the young man with a pointed mouth and cheeks suddenly turned green.