MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 617 Ouyang fire
The bells of the Dangdang came from far away from the Tianhui Peak, and the bells echoed between the heavens and the earth. Millions of years have passed, the demon gate has been a thing of the past, but the ancient bronze bell is still the same, nothing changed.
The yellow leaves stopped on a large tree on the edge of the contest, gently blowing like the wind, without disturbing anyone.
Listening to the ancient bronze bell, Ye Chuan was somewhat lost and remembered the years before millions of years ago.
After a while, after returning to God, I discovered that the elders who were in charge of the demon gate did not know when they came to the Tianhui Square and sat down on the high platform. Maybe it’s high and high, and it’s a majesty. Maybe it’s the last night’s things. I feel that my face is dull, my face is a bit poor, and my followers are careful.
After another bell, the big contest officially began.
Under the eyes of the public, a bald man took the lead in rushing to the platform, and his body was exceptionally tall and sturdy. He was wearing a thick winter coat, but he was barely covered with muscles. All the way rushed up from the stage, the moment when the feet fell on the platform, the screaming sound of the ground faintly shocked, the light is a brute force, the people are secretly shocked, the body's power fluctuations are fierce and powerful, it is a real five Master.
The disciples of Han Quanzong took the lead and greeted a round of applause.
The big contest on the Tiandangmen Sacrifice Ceremony has always been warm and exciting, especially in the first contest, which has attracted a lot of attention. However, the competition is warm and exciting. It is not necessarily that both sides are real-life peaks and even semi-sheng masters. The competition is the most important. The battle between the practitioners of the monks can also be very exciting. The first to appear is often a relatively weak disciple, the real master will come to the back to appear.
The real five is heavy, this cultivation is not bad in the younger generation of disciples, but far from being the best among the major gates. However, the bald man, with his awkward body and violent brute force, still greeted everyone's applause as soon as he debuted.
"Yes, this bald power is amazing, and it is not a superb repair, but I am afraid that the cold spring sect has been thoroughly enlightened, and it can sweep the practitioners of the same realm. Can cultivate such a young disciple, Han Quanzong really does not Simple, it is a veteran big door!"
"This time, what kind of opponent will the Tianhui Gate send? With a violent storm, send a stronger melee master, or send a high-level elite disciple?"
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In the downfall, people talked about it and were full of expectations and curiosity about the next contest.
Han Quanzong's bald head is the first to win the game. On the first floor, he greets the audience. This is a typical melee elite, and the style of the Han Quanzong has always been a melee master. In this way, it gave a problem to the demon gate as the host. If you also send a young and powerful young disciple, it will be very difficult to defeat the Han Quan Zong's bald man. If you send a high-level real person with six elites, the victory will be a little bigger, but then there will be some victory. Do not appear in the atmosphere and style of the demon.
"The elders, this guy is not simple, do you want to change the plan, send another..."
On the platform, one of the prostitutes leaned over to ask the elders of Azure, and the words of vomiting and vomiting stopped.
In this first round of contests, Tianhuimen also arranged a young and powerful young disciple. However, after witnessing the bravery of the Hanquan Zongguangtou Hanhan, the pro-hands arranged by this person could not help but be a bit of a retreat.
After the Xiao Yao Lake storm last night, the face of the elders of Azure has been difficult to see. Today, the first round of contests on the Sacrifice Ceremony, if lost again, the mood of the elders of Azure is only worse. If he is in a bad mood, he will not know how many people will suffer bad luck!
"Hey, don't you have a cold spring sect disciple, what plan is changed? What did you do when you were prepared? You won a lot of rewards, lost, and went to the sky to think about it!"
The elders of Azure were cold and sullen, and they were very impatient. I don't know why, there is always a feeling of uneasiness in the eyelids, and I always feel that something bad is going to happen. This feeling makes him very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Being in a high position is a habit, and there are many disobediences before the festival, which makes his mood very bad. Every time I think of the uninvited guest who forced the little demon lake last night and disappeared without a trace, it was like squatting in the throat.
"Yes, Xuan Ouyang fires."
I kissed the cold sweat and rain, did not dare to say anything, turned and told, and ordered to pass on. Soon, a demon disciple flew from afar.
The people in the downstairs brushed their hands and turned them into a smudge. With a cry, a figure flew past, and a dozen meters away from the ring, it flew far away and fell on the high platform, leaving people with a hot heat wave. Looking up, it is only then that I can see what the disciples of the demon are standing on the ring. Short stature, shorter than ordinary people, and shorter than the bald head of Han Quanzong, it is particularly thin. People grow thin and small, and their appearances are ordinary and even ugly. The forehead and chin are convex outwards. The chin still has a sparse and a small goatee. How to see how awkward, but also wearing a big red shirt. The red fire is particularly conspicuous. It’s a perfect match for this look, and it’s hard to be unobtrusive.
Under the stage, many people laughed out on the spot and guessed for a long time, how could they not think that Tianhuimen actually sent such an alternative.
As a cultivating hegemon in the wild world, Tianhuimen never has no fresh blood. Every time he opens the mountain gate and publicly recruits young disciples, he almost bursts his head outside the mountain gate. I wonder how many people dream of bringing their own children. Stuffed in. Even the princes and kings of many tyrants are proud of their younger disciples in the practice of Tianhuimen. Among the young disciples who are talented, it is too easy for a demon to get a handsome and handsome. Is it necessary to send such a guy who looks and looks good?
This Ouyang fire wearing a red shirt is deliberately on the stage to attract people to laugh and bring up the atmosphere, or is it really a stunt?
People are puzzled. Some people can't help but laugh all the time. Some people calm down and look carefully. They have to see what is unique from Ouyang Huo. However, it is a pity that it seems that they have not seen anything. At the same time, Ye Chuan, who was attached to the fallen leaves, was shocked.
After the fusion of the yin and yang lifewheels, the power of the surging spirit grew stronger, and his induction was more acute. Far from the Ouyang fire, this disciple disciple sensed a dangerous atmosphere. It seems that this disciple with a unique appearance and attire is not high. It is also a real five-person, like the Hanquan sect. It is short and thin and seems to be vulnerable, but it is carefully inductive, and Ye Chuan is in his body. Hearing a burst of snoring, it was the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels, faintly like a frog, like thunder, with violent power.
Haven't done it yet, the blood in the body is so fierce and strong. Once you try your best, what kind of power does this guy have to break out?
Ye Chuan was shocked in his heart, and his heart moved. The leaves that the gods attached to them floated up to another big tree, and the distance from the platform was much closer.
Ye Chuan, who just wanted to practice the tricks of manipulating the soul, suddenly came to the interest. I want to see what is different about the Ouyang fire disciple. Let’s see who won this first round of contests. .
