Thinking of the countless benefits gained after owning Drunken Immortal Gourd, Qing Yang's eyes suddenly became more eager, occupying a world alone and becoming the world's master. All the treasures in it belong to his own, and all creatures in it must obey their orders. , Life and death, unlimited power.

Qing Yang couldn't help but clenched his fist. This token of the lotus world must be captured, and he must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others. With his true strength, he is considered relatively strong among this group of competitors and can treat him. The threats were Mu Qiu from the spirit world and the cold-faced Leng Yun. No one else had to worry. Qing Yang would definitely succeed if he was careful.

While Qing Yang was considering these issues, two more people appeared in the main hall. One was a dark-faced Nascent Soul Fifth Floor Peak monk, and the other was Qing Yang’s old acquaintance Situ Yong. He didn’t expect that he could also leave. At this point, but not so lucky in the future, there is only one lotus world token, and the fifth-tier cultivator of Nascent Soul like them will probably be eliminated in the first round.

　　 After these two people appeared, the hall closed the entrance, and then there was a tremor, and four rings appeared in the middle. It seemed that the competition for the token of the lotus world was about to begin.

At the same time, a golden light flashed in the center of the hall, and then it was divided into eight and flew towards the eight people on the field. Qing Yang reached out and took the one closest to him, and found that it was a cyan jade token with only Engraved with a simple letter C, it is exactly the same as the letter C on the third ring. Needless to say, I should have competed in this ring in the first game.

Qing Yang stepped to the arena. At the same time, Situ Yong also walked towards the arena. Seeing Qing Yang, Situ Yong's expression could not help but look ugly. He didn't expect that he would encounter Qing Yang so powerful in the first level. Character, from the time when Qing Yang took the stage before, he could tell that he was definitely not Qing Yang's opponent by scaring away two Yuan Ying's fifth-level peak cultivators. But the token has been issued, and the ring is right in front of him. It is useless to back down. Situ Yong can only bite the bullet. At this time, he has no hope for the lotus world token, as long as he doesn't lose too badly. .

Situ Yong had this idea, and the result of this first match was conceivable. Qing Yang didn’t take much effort. After a few tricks, he pushed Situ Yong to a dead end, and then Qing Yang just used it. After recruiting the four yuan sword formation, Situ Yong was so frightened that he voluntarily surrendered.

Situ Yong conceded, and the C-shaped ring disappeared. Situ Yong also disappeared into the hall. Qing Yang discovered that there were no three of the four ring and only the T-shaped ring was still competing, except for Qing. Outside of Yang, Mu Qiu and Leng Yun both defeated their opponents.

The fourth ring didn’t let everyone wait for too long. In less than a cup of tea, the ancestor of the green robe walked out of it, and his opponent disappeared with the ring. It seems that the top four players are the four of them. No, I don’t know if it was the green robe ancestor who was better, or the blood set sun was more unlucky when he met a master, and the blood set sun, who had never dealt with the green robe ancestor before, was eliminated first.

Except for the previous dialogue with Blood Setyang, Qingyang is not familiar with these people and has no communication with each other. Now everyone has become a competitor, and there is not much to communicate with each other, so the four of them each occupy one side. Close your eyes and rest, prepare for the second competition.

About half an hour later, the main hall trembled again, and the two arenas appeared in the middle position, and then a golden light flashed, divided into quarters and shot towards the four people on the field. Qing Yang reached out and took it, and it was still a blue one. So the token was engraved with a simple letter B.

Qing Yang was about to go to the second arena, but someone walked over first. It was not someone else, it was the ancestor of the green robe. Unexpectedly, the opponent in the second game was him. The ancestor of the green robe was a senior Yuan Ying on the sixth floor. The monk, who came from a large world like the Qing Demon Realm, was afraid it would be difficult to deal with.

When Qing Yang was watching the ancestor of the green robe, the ancestor of the green robe was also observing Qing Yang. He had seen Qing Yang's methods and knew that Qing Yang was a very powerful opponent, but he was not afraid of him. On the one hand, he was using his methods. Many, on the other hand, he felt that he was sure to block Qing Yang's attack.

Qing Yang stepped onto the ring, and the game officially started. With a wave of the green robe ancestor, a black mist enveloped Qing Yang. Qing Yang did not dare to neglect, and instantly aroused a strong wind and rain charm, and the strong wind struck. , The black mist only retreated a little, and then rushed towards Qingyang again.

Not only is the Fulu not working, but the effect of Qingyang’s four-element sword formation does not seem to be obvious. It cannot be blown away, driven away, and difficult to kill. This black fog is not like poisonous smoke, nor is it like Shensha, Qingyang. After careful induction, I can feel that there is a trace of vitality hidden in this black mist, but it is not a spirit worm. What is it? For the first time, Qing Yang was stumped by a cloud of black fog.

Seeing that the black mist was about to approach ~lightnovelpub.net~ Seeing that other methods didn't work, Qingyang Jizhongshengzhi took out the fire-extinguishing gourd he used to refine the vessel, and after opening the lid, he pinched a wind-gathering decision. , The black mist was caught off guard and was sucked in most of the time. Seeing that the situation was not good, the ancestor of the green robe hurriedly waved his sleeves to withdraw the remaining black mist, while Qing Yang controlled the extremely flint in the fire-fighting gourd. After refining the black mist he inhaled, Qing Yang realized that this black mist was a plague controlled by the ancestor of the green robe. It was used to release the plague. Hao Qingyang responded in a timely manner, restrained the pests with the fire gourd, and was not succeeded by the other party.

One missed a hit, the ancestor of the green robe took out a handful of withered straw from his arms, flicked his fingers, countless red light shot into the straw, those straws seemed to be alive, turning into yellow turban warriors. Yang Tuantuan surrounded him and attacked him arbitrarily. The strength of these yellow turban warriors may be the golden core cultivation base, but dozens of them attacked at the same time, and the Nascent Soul cultivator did not dare to take it, not to mention the green robe ancestors watching him? Qing Yang could only use his sword formation to resist.

The ancestor of the green robe is worthy of being a monk from the great world of the Qing Demon Realm. Various methods are emerging one after another, and one is more mysterious than one. Many of them are unheard of, forcing Qing Yang to put up twelve points of energy to deal with his attack. In order to prevent the ship from overturning in the gutter, fortunately, Qing Yang's true strength is much higher than that of the green robe ancestor, so that he will not be in a hurry when facing an attack.

It’s not a problem to be beaten so passively all the time. In the end, Qing Yang also made a ruthless gesture, and found an opportunity to continuously display the five-element sword formation. The ancestor of the green robe also thought that Qing Yang had such a back hand, so he couldn’t deal with it directly. Was badly hit, helplessly ended the competition.