Zhongtianfeng is above the high platform.

The main body of the saint Zongzong sat on the top and whispered inquiries, "There is no end to the younger brother, can this holy sage have hope?"

"Do not worry, brother, I let them live in the unknown peak last night." The endless elders slightly revealed a smile.

"Well..." Yan Zongzhu heard that he was satisfied with a nod. "This seat personally greets you, but also expresses the importance attached to Jiu Zong."

....

The endless elders follow the brothers, this time the strongest arrogance, the holy sect must win, although today Zongmen Tianjiao disciples are not the same as the previous one, but winning or losing is not a strong strength to win, and sometimes depends on strategy.

Arranged the Jiu Zong sect in the nameless peak, Lin Fan, this kid is not good enough to entertain them?

"Easy to the first brother, it was good to rest last night." Yan Zongzhu personally came, Liang Yichu naturally respected.

"The troubled lord is worried, everything is fine last night." Liang Yichu said, just a little bit puzzled about the individual disciples, ignorant, do not know what happened.

However, these do not matter, as long as you personally pass on the disciples all well, won the first place in the Tianjiao contest.

....

Lin Fan stayed in the disciples of Tianjiao, waiting for the opening of the strongest Tianjiao. This kind of competition is very important for the two. Although the two ancestors of the knowledge set the agreement, it is almost between the two disciples. A kind of fight.

"Boom……."

At this moment, a snoring sounded, and there was no end to the high platform. "The 1000th strongest Tianjiao war officially began. The rules of the game, the ten disciples of the saints, the ten disciples of the nine ancestors, and the two disciples draw each other, Shengzongyi No. 1 on Jiuyi Zong No.1, friendship first, competition second, no life, the final winner, will be the two recognized strongest Tianjiao, and now began to draw."

"Uncle Shi, go to the number." Zong hates up and said.

"Yep."

In the middle of the martial arts, there are two sealed boxes, and two disciples are on the stage.

The moment Lin Fan walked on the stage, he waved his hand toward the holy disciple.

"The uncle will win..."

"The uncle will win..."

At this time, Zhang Ergou took the lead and stood on the viewing platform, shouting and shouting. This yesterday, Zhang Ergou obeyed the instructions of the lord and made a big banner.

Especially at home today, in the Holy Land, you must overwhelm each other from the momentum, so that the other party is afraid.

The Zhang Ergou took the lead, and the disciples who worshiped Lin Fan cheered up one by one. On the entire Zhongtian Peak, they spread the voice that was yelled for Lin Fan.

In the hearts of these foreign disciples, Lin Fan is the person they admire most. Nowadays, this is the strongest arrogance, they naturally want to win their own Zongmen.

Yan Zongzhu on the high platform, a slight smile on his face, expressed gratitude for this scene.

"Easy to the first brother, can you see the vitality of the holy disciple?" asked the elders in the end.

Liang Yichu looked at the endless, did not speak, "OK."

Liang Yichu was unable to admit it, but he also remembered this scene in his heart. When he was in the next strongest arrogance, when he arrived at Jiuyi Zong, he must let them see the vitality of the Jiuyi disciples.

The nine-disciplinary disciple standing on the platform was listening to the constant screams, and there was a slight fluctuation in his heart.

Shocking, it is too shocking.

They started to feel a little nervous from the bottom of their hearts.

The two disciples began to draw numbers, then stood in a row, an ordinary elder came forward and began to register.

"Uncle Shi, how many numbers do you have?" Zong Hiantian looked at the number plate in his hand and then asked.

"No. 10." Lin Fan glanced and said.

"I don't know, Jiu Zongzong's salary has been pumped a few times." Zong Tiantian said slightly nervously.

When the ordinary elders registered the number plates, Lin Fan glanced at it. The salary was the number one, but it was not the same as himself.

"Game start."

"The Jiuyi Zong No. 1 salary match against the Holy Family No. 1 hatred natural."

On the side of the saint.

"Teacher, come on." Zong hates to look at Qiu natural and patted his shoulder and said.

"Well." Qiu natural nodded, took a breath, then jumped to the stage.

Jiu Zongzong is quieter on this side, and his salary is on his face. His enemies are only Lin Fan. As for other people, the salary has not been put in the eye.

The disciples on the audience stage shouted for the brothers of Zongmen.

"I don't want to hurt you, you admit defeat." The salary wind stood on the stage, and the look said indifferently.

"Wage brother, the younger brother knows that it is not your opponent, but it is impossible to fight without war." Qiu natural said.

The salary was cold and there was no more talk.

"Game start……."

Under the command of the ordinary elders, the first game officially began.

"Senior brother, offended." This enemies have skyrocketed, and a long scorpion has been caught from the void.

The disciples in the audience were exclaimed one by one and were shocked by the sight.

"Natural child, it is really good." The endless elders looked at the situation under the stage and nodded.

"However, it is not enough." Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Although the disciple of Shengzong said that his strength is good, compared with his own apprentice, the difference is too great.

"Hey." Nowhere shouted, this old guy, still loaded.

"Kowloon is off."

At this moment, Qiu natural explosions, the whole body of golden light, nine gold dragons, flying out, wrapped around the long raft, scratching the layers of void, towards the salary wind.

With both hands carrying the salary of standing in the same place, the danger is not chaotic, slightly raised his hand and stretched out a finger.

"broken."

In an instant, the space seems to be still.

When the long-necked cockroach touched the fingers of the wind, he suddenly paused, and then seemed to suffer an unbearable force and gradually collapsed.

The nine golden dragons wrapped around the long scorpion screamed and instantly vanished.

A black light flashed.

The enemy only feels that his heart seems to suffocate. When he reacts, he finds a finger on his forehead.

This moment of enmity is a cool heart, and a breath of death surrounds the heart.

"You are defeated." This moment, the salary of the wind retracted his fingers and said with his back.

The enemy naturally stood there quietly, and finally bowed his head and hugged his fist. "Thank you for your brother's mercy."

The holy disciples in the audience closed their mouths in horror, and they did not expect to lose in the first game.

In an instant, it was really a moment, and there was no reaction at all.

On the other hand, the Jiu Zong sect is cheering, and the bursts of cheers, like the same heavy hammer, smashed the heart of the Shengzong disciple's excitement.

"Theless brothers, how, one finger breaks the law, the kendo is high." Liang Yichu said with a smile.

"Hey...." No one is over the head, don't want to answer each other, and throws a blank eye at the other party.

"In the first game, Jiuyi’s salary victory."

"In the second game, Jiu Zongzong No. 2 Feng Xiaoling played against Shengzong No. 2 and hated the sky."