The Strongest Sect of All Times

Li Qingyang and others have become accustomed to running hidden art anytime, anywhere, so the atmosphere seems very ordinary.

Contrary to other entrance disciples, in such a grand event, nothing but the best of the best can be demonstrated.

It's useless.

Whether it's strong or not, you only know it when you hit it.

Xiao Sin had been watching the subsequent entrance disciples until he met the rude man who had previously asked for directions, his eyes flashed with a strong sense of war!

Intuition told him it would be a great opponent.

The rude man also looked over and grinned.

There is no verbal communication between the two, only eye contact.

Gun Chang smiled and touched his chin. "According to the information, he should be Zhao Dazhuang, a disciple of the Iron Fist Gate. ”

Iron Fist Gate.

A third-class sect.

They majored in boxing, especially in body shaping.

This disciple, named Zhao Dazhuang, possesses the Body of Immortality. If he meets his disciple, he should be able to perform a wonderful battle.

“Kind of looking forward to it.” King often laughed.

More and more entrants entered the venue as organizers constantly called out the gates.

“Cut.”

An arrogant martial artist stood lazily on the platform: "It's all garbage, coming to this fight is nothing but a waste of time. ”

His name is Pride.

Young lord of the Holy Sect.

Don't look at this guy being very arrogant, but there's real material, he broke into Wu Wang a few years ago.

In his words, if he was interested in playing a group meta, he would already be at the top of the Tianjin list.

The arrogance turned toward a warrior in the distance and said, "Garbage. ”

“ …… ”

Li Qingyang and Xiao Sin have already had their mouths twitched.

Because this guy standing not far away, the garbage, is the star of the night!

On weekdays, my brother kept his mouth shut, and now he's being called trash.

“Are you talking about me? ”

The night star's face sank in shade.

"What's the matter? Say you don't admit your garbage? ”

“Knock! ”

Night star's fist clenched and pressed the voice: “Better not meet me, or I'll rip your mouth off! ”

“Hey.”

"'I can't tell,' said the arrogant one. ”

The night stars stopped talking.

With his personality, there's no way he could have shot a worthless mouthpiece with a piece of garbage.

Boy.

Better pray you don't meet the Emperor, or you'll live forever!

The gates entered one after the other.

As an axle, it must be five first-class doors.

Though they did not send their strongest disciples to battle, the momentum developed after their appearance left many contestants under pressure.

All the men on the observation deck prayed silently in their hearts. When the lottery is drawn, do not draw a first-class gate, otherwise it will be cold in the first round.

“Cut.”

"Still garbage. ”

Not even a first-rate disciple can see, this guy is arrogant!

……

The two hundred divisions participating in the Dragon Tiger Championship are all in place, with 5,000 entrants on the central high ground.

“You guys should wait. ”

Lang, Lord of Han Cheng, said: "So don't talk too much, please ask the disciples to come out and pick up the first round of opponents! ”

“Coming, coming! ”

“I didn't know that Sect was going to be bad luck. The first round of opponents smoked a first-rate Sect! ”

The warrior's eyes do not turn.

“Brother. ”

"'Go ahead,' said Lu Qiu. ”

As a disciple of Zongmen, she was supposed to represent Wanguzong to draw opponents, but because of her personality, she didn't like to throw her head off.

“Mmm.”

Li Qingyang got up and walked over.

“Brother! ”

Su Xiaofo shouted: “Be sure to smoke a better opponent! ”

The disciples of the nearby doors laughed.

What better opponents can you encounter if you smoke at the bottom of a quintessential sect?

They misunderstood.

Su Xiao Mo said a better opponent, not weak strength, but a stronger overall strength, so that he has the desire to fight.

“Monarch. ”

On the observation deck, Duan guarded himself with a faint smile: “Your disciple better not smoke my golden sacrament. ”

“Really?”

King Chang smiled and laughed. “Qingyang, get lucky. Make sure to smoke the Golden Holy Sect and beat them up as dogs! ”

……

“Step!”

Li Qingyang stood at the extraction table.

It's a quadrilateral box with only one hole that holds the palm of the hand, and there are lots of sign doors in it, and one of them is the first round of opponents.

“Hoo--”

Li Qingyang took a deep breath.

Own this capture will determine the Sect opponent.

It's okay to smoke the fourth stream, and it's depressing to smoke the first gate.

Chief Li, the pressure is enormous.

There was more pressure than he had, and he was in the Royal City of the Heavenly Oracle. At this time, the heart mentioned the eyes of his voice!

Successive dragon tiger fights, sent the sect on the drawing of lots, absolutely black.

For example, the previous session.

The opponent is second-class and out in the first round.

For example, the previous session.

The opponents are four-class, but they come from Zhongzhengzhou and are out of the first round.

“God bless! ”

Yi Tianxiang prayed in secret: “Be sure to smoke an out-of-state junta! ”

“Brush!”

Li Qingyang raised his hand and reached into the extraction box.

There's a token in it, which is forbidden, and you can't pry into what it says with your soul.

“Brush!”

Li Qingyang quickly took his hand back.

The process is short and easy to subconsciously close your eyes.

Don't look! Don't look!

“The opponent of Wanguzong is -” At this moment, the light of the formation brings forth the thick voice of the Lord of Korean City: “The Great Derivative Holy Sect! ”

“Pfft! ”

Easy Skywalker fell directly to the ground, thinking gray: “First... first-class sect! ”

“It's over, it's over! ”

Changhong broke down: “Five first-class gates were actually drawn. The kid must have not washed his hands in the toilet! ”

The original lively Qingyang County became instantly unusually quiet as the Korean city lord shouted out the name of the first-class sect.

“This luck...”

Ma Yunteng covered his head: “Nobody! ”

Big brothers in the Dragon Arc Championship were also extremely frustrated, after all, they did not smoke themselves to be the first round opponents.

“This new rise of the Sect actually drew the Great Divine Sect! ”

“It's over, it's over! ”

“Southwest Yangzhou still can't change, the first round out fate. ”

The crowd was enthusiastic.

Among them, there are many martial artists who look after Wanguzong and become black horses. They can't help but shake their heads and sigh.

These Sanjia Sects may be able to advance if they encounter a fourth class sect in a foreign state, but if they encounter a first class sect in the first round, they must be cold!

One time.

The entire audience is completely locked on Li Qingyang, even the image array method gave a close-up.

Smoke straight into the first-class gate, this guy's in great luck.

“Hey.”

Li Qingyang shook his head, then turned around and looked at the same door with a helpless look. "I tried my best. ”

“Click--”

Xiao Sinxing and Su Xiao Mo and others shook their heads and held their fists. "That's exciting! ”

Are they laughing?

The audience widened their eyes.

First round of drawing to the top, according to the past drama, should not cry, should not despair?

Duan self-defense also disappeared.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

And suddenly, there was a laugh.

Duan turned his head in a hurry and saw the king leaning against the chair, with his legs hanging, smiling, one hand covering his face, making a strange laugh: “The first round of first-class sects is really exciting! ”

Wanguzong disciples are crazy, and Wanguzong lords are crazy!

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