The night feathers have already seen that although this left-day one is not old, it is only about twenty-five years old, but the repair has already reached the peak of Huangling, and it is possible to break through the mysterious spirit at any time.

Now Bud... From the perspective of strength, it is not his opponent.

"Help the Lord, Zuo Tianyi, I am coming!" Budd’s voice was low, and his eyes burned with raging fighting spirit.

Bai Jinyi's wide palm gently held the night feathers and slowly shook his head toward the beautiful woman.

The dignity of a man is sometimes only understood by men.

Even if you know the enemy, Bud will go to fight, not huddle behind others, not face, but honor.

"Well, let's go in." The night feathers softened a bit, and the jade palms were removed from Bard's shoulders.

Close to the inner city, the pedestrians on the street suddenly lost a lot, and the speed of the night feathers and other people also accelerated.

From time to time, someone came to say hello to Bud. Of course, there was also disdain.

Soon, a few people came to a duel.

Seeing that the row of seats has been below the wide square stone platform, the night feathers have a feeling of returning to the farewell.

In the farewell, those duel fields are also such scenes, but compared to the collapse of the Nanyang Temple, the farewell is even more fanatical.

Under the leadership of the disciples of the Nanyang Temple, the five people of the night feathers came to the seat of the Dragon Valley.

The duel field, which is large enough to accommodate thousands of people, has been divided into dozens of areas. Each force has its own separate place and distance from each other. If you want to challenge a certain force, you only need to write a sign for the disciple of Nanyang Temple. They will be responsible for the contact.

When the night feathers came in, some people’s eyes were attracted. After all, there were many babies in the dragon family, and the cold and proud face of Jiu Chenyin caused a lot of people’s arguments.

As for the night feathers and white brocade, the two took Yi Rongdan and changed their appearance.

"Welcome everyone to come to the Nanchang Conference, I hope that everyone will return home. This year's Nanchang Conference, Nanyang Temple, five people will challenge each master one by one. Below, the conference begins!"

Under the expectation of everyone, the loud man's voice resounded throughout the audience with the injection of spiritual power. In the sky, several figures were also floated.

Two of them, without wings, step by step in the air, is a real world!

"The Nanyang Temple is a big handwriting. It is the two spirits when you appear. I am afraid that the behind-the-scenes are even more terrifying!"

The night feathers blinked into the air, the two strong spirits, one is half a hundred old, the other is a young man in his twenties.

"The man in the middle is Nanyangze. People call him Nanyang Shaozhu. I didn't expect him to come today." Bud reminded several people.

"In addition to those old people, the five are all participating in this competition?" Yu Yu squinted in the direction of the Nanyang Temple.

The people of Nanyang Temple are quite weak! At the very least, there is also the realm of the early spirits, these are the disciples of the younger generation!

Compared with the real power of the Nanyang Temple, it is very likely that it is just the tip of the iceberg. If you want to dominate the Central Plains, it is a breeze.

But the temple of Nanyang is curled up in the land of Nanchang, and it is a hegemony. Is it true that there is no competition for the world?

At night, the night of Yu Yu’s heart gradually became doubtful. This Nanyang Temple was stunned by the Zongmen’s guns of the 100,000 mountains, and it was not like the uncontested people!

Sitting on one side of the nine-sound, his face changed slightly, and even said that it became a bit ugly.