Godly Dragon Guard

Things went well, but there was one thing that Shen Lang could not understand.

The Penglai Mountain, where the seal was lifted, should be the place where the Nascent Soul elders and the demon cultivators of the Demon Race competed for treasures. How could this alliance allow the Dan-Gathering Period to go in for casual cultivation, and there were still a hundred people?

To say that this was a kindness from the Alliance, Shen Lang didn't believe it at all.

No matter what, let's get the quota first. Shen Lang must go to Penglai Mountain.

Ten days later.

A large circular arena with a diameter of more than one kilometer has been erected in the Stargazing City Plaza.

At the beginning of the morning, a few hours before the ring battle was officially held, the square was already crowded with people.

The Yuanhe Sea area is vast, with a large number of monks, and the monks in the Alchemy Period have already entered the ranks of masters.

The battle among the masters in the formation period attracted the attention of countless monks, and a large number of monks in Panlong Island came to watch the battle specially, wanting to see the masters.

Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er also came over an hour earlier.

He didn't want to bring Xiao Ling'er out, but the girl insisted on coming to watch the game. Shen Lang couldn't help her and had to agree.

The crowds of spectators around the square made Shen Lang a little surprised. It was really like a duel field.

There are also steps around the ring, which is surrounded by the league's law enforcement disciples during the foundation construction period.

Shen Lang released his divine consciousness and scanned the surroundings, and found that many cultivators had already arrived at the scene, basically hiding in the crowd.

He simply kept a low profile, and chatted with Xiao Ling'er in the crowd by voice transmission to pass the time.

About an hour later, a powerful cyan glow shot up from somewhere, and flew to the center of the ring in the blink of an eye.

This person was dressed in a purple robes and looked like a youth.

There was a commotion around the square.

"Quiet!" The youth in the center of the ring shouted violently, shaking everywhere. The spiritual pressure is released, giving people a sense of awe-inspiring oppression, and the breath is amazing.

The noise in the crowd below abruptly ceased, and countless eyes stared at the young man on the ring.

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, and saw that the man on the ring was in the late stage of the formation of alchemy. The reason why this person looks like a young man may be that his cultivation has the effect of keeping his face in check.

The battle of the ring was originally organized by the Alliance, and it should be reasonable to send monks in the later stage of the formation of alchemy to host it.

"The ring battle held by the alliance was held as scheduled among the seven islands. The ring battle on Panlong Island was hosted by me. Please come to the ring right away for the fellow Taoists who participated in the ring battle!" The young monk's voice was cold and his expression was rather arrogant.

As soon as the voice fell, a ray of light rose up in all directions outside the field, and a large group of cultivators flew towards the ring.

Shen Lang also turned into a ray of light, soaring into the sky, and flew towards the ring.

A large number of cultivators in the formation stage landed on the ring, and Shen Lang glanced at it slightly. There were more than two hundred people!

There were only 20 people in the Panlong Island ring battle, and 20 monks were selected out of more than 200 people. The competition was fierce.

Fortunately, everyone is a casual cultivator. The strength of the Pill Formation Period is obviously weaker than that of the cultivators in the Pill Formation Period.

Shen Lang glanced at it, and most of them were at the early stage of the formation of alchemy, only 30 people were cultivated in the middle of the formation of alchemy, and there were only two people in the latter stage of the formation of alchemy.

Shen Lang was confident that as long as he didn't encounter late-stage monks, it shouldn't be a big problem to win the arena.

The youth who presided over the ring battle said loudly:

"Dear fellow daoists, the ring battle will begin immediately. Now let me explain the rules. The number of winners of the Panlong Island ring battle is 20. There are 210 fellow daoists participating in the ring battle. The elimination system is adopted!"

"Once you step onto the ring, you don’t care about life or death! But when the two sides are fighting, they are not allowed to chase in the air, and are not allowed to release spirit beasts. If the other party surrenders, they are not allowed to attack. Only these three points, if there are violations, go straight Lost."

"The Alliance has given you fellow practitioners such an opportunity to enter Penglai Mountain. I hope everyone will cherish it and don't disobey the rules set by the Alliance."

After speaking, this person began to hand out the battle number plates to the group of free practitioners on the ring.

Shen Lang also received a jade card, which was marked with the number "11".

According to the rules, his opponent is his neighbor number one, that is, number 12.

After receiving the number plate, the eyes of a group of cultivators at the formation stage on the ring became sharp. Shen Lang could feel the smell of gunpowder between each other.

The ring battle officially begins!

The monks in the first match have already played, namely No. 1 and No. 2.

Both of them were at the early stage of cultivation, one was middle-aged, and the other was a gray-haired old man.

In the beginning, the middle-aged monk had a huge advantage, and the old man who was fighting with him was overwhelmed by a metal high-grade magic weapon plane.

Seeing that the old man was about to lose, he suddenly took out a weird magic weapon that looked like a wooden fish from the storage ring, and the wooden fish shot a white light suddenly.

The middle-aged monk was too late to dodge, and was directly hit by white light, blood splattered on the spot, severely injured, and finally had to surrender.

"Wow..."

There was a tumult among the onlookers, and they were surprised at the result of this battle.

This trick was not enough to surprise Shen Lang. He watched several arena battles in the audience, and gradually got a bottom in his heart.

Most of the attack methods of these free cultivators during the pill formation period were relatively simple, and their magic weapons were relatively general. If he encounters these opponents, Shen Lang is sure to defeat them.

"The sixth battle, the 11th vs. the 12th!" the youth presiding over the ring declared loudly.

In the crowd, Xiao Ling'er stared at Shen Lang with beautiful eyes, and said in encouragement: "I wish the young master every success!"

"Ok."

Shen Lang nodded slightly, then turned into a light and landed on the ring.

Fighting him was a short and fat middle-aged man in a black robe, who had a cultivation base in the early stage of alchemy.

The pudgy middle-aged glanced at Shen Lang, his fat face flashed with contempt, and said in a weird manner: "Boy, looking at you like this, it should be not long before the advanced stage, right? You obediently give in to this uncle, I can suffer less pain."

A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth: "Sorry, this son has never had the habit of giving up. On the contrary, you obediently give in, and this son still leaves you a whole body."

"Grass, you tm want to die, this uncle can do you!" The chunky monk yelled with a gloomy face, offering a small green flag.

Seeing that Shen Lang is so young, the short and chubby middle-aged thinks that he is a soft persimmon, so he is ready to use his most gorgeous trick to solve Shen Lang, by the way, pretend to be forced.

The chunky monk shook the small blue flag quickly, waves of blue light gushing from the flag, and it flew towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang waved his right hand unhurriedly, a blue-white sword and shield gathered in front of him.

"Trash, a broken body mask also wants to block the Qingyun flag of my uncle? Let's dream!" Upon seeing this, the chunky monk sneered again and again, and the fat on his face trembled.