Godly Dragon Guard

After a few seconds of silence, there was a commotion, and almost everyone looked at Shen Lang with shocked eyes.

In the two consecutive games, he killed his opponent within one or two moves, and Shen Lang's performance was a bit shocking.

Even in the first game, the opponent in the second game was a cultivator in the middle of the pill formation, and he was killed by him. Everyone couldn't help wondering whether Shen Lang was in the early stage of Dan formation.

Those who watched the battle outside the field also showed surprise, no one dared to underestimate Shen Lang.

"Winner, number 11!" the purple-clothed youth who presided over the arena announced.

Shen Lang flew off the ring, still feeling a little unhappy.

"Congratulations, son." Xiao Ling'er greeted her.

"Let's go back."

Shen Lang didn't say much, and Xiao Ling'er was about to be involved in a retreat, soaring into the sky and flying towards the horizon.

Tomorrow is the last day of the ring battle, and 20 places will be determined.

After returning to the Dongfu, Shen Lang still closed his eyes and kept his spirits at an excellent level, preparing for the final day of the arena.

By the way, he checked the storage ring of the dead black-robed female cultivator. The jade flute magic weapon can attack the human spirit, but it is a bit useful.

In addition, they are all ordinary things, the number of five-element spirit stones is 60 to 70 million, which is a small gain.

Shen Lang calculated the wealth in his storage ring, a small celestial stone (100 million five-element spirit stones), and a five-element spirit stone including the five-element spirit crystals, which was nearly 200 million.

There are a lot of various magic weapons, including four top-grade magic weapons. There are so many Lingcao Ling Pills.

Shen Lang's property must be regarded as a local tyrant in the casual repair, and his financial strength is comparable to that of the monks in the late stage of the formation of alchemy.

But this amount of financial resources is far from being able to buy Gubao.

One of the most trash attack-type ancient treasures, the price is also more than 30 small celestial stones.

Shen Lang went bankrupt and couldn't buy an ancient treasure.

And even if there is an outflow of ancient treasures, it is not his turn to be a monk with a cultivation level.

Because of the ancient treasure, it is of great use to the monks in the Yuan Ying period. Among the monks in the formation period, those who can possess ancient treasures are really rare.

As for the attacking ancient treasure, Shen Lang could only yell in his head.

It was the second day in a blink of an eye.

Today is the last day of the ring battle.

There were crowds of people around the Star-Gazing City Square, and more monks came to watch the battle than in the previous two days.

After the first two rounds of competition, 210 cultivators were originally eliminated, but now only more than fifty people are eliminated. The remaining alchemy cultivators are basically the elites of casual cultivation.

Even some elders of the sects of the Dan-forming stage took time to come over to watch this final arena battle.

It can't be said to be the eye-catching, but to get a chance to enter Penglai Mountain, it is envious of others.

At the beginning of the third match, Shen Lang's opponent was a white-robed old man in the middle of the formation of alchemy, and his strength was quite satisfactory.

Shen Lang won not so easily this time, but he still succeeded and advanced to the final round. He still preserved his strength, and did not expose the ability of the bleeding spirit to change the nine changes.

At noon, the ring battle finally reached the final round.

The two had already stepped onto the ring, and standing opposite Shen Lang was an old man in a gray robe, with a skinny and gloomy face, giving people a weird breath.

Shen Lang was very unlucky, and his opponent was one of the only two casual repairs in the late stage of the formation of Dan in the Panlong Island Challenge. Moreover, it is not a small backing to become famous in the late stage of the formation of alchemy, the old black evil monster.

"Master, come on!" Xiao Ling'er shouted from the audience, her pretty face showing a trace of worry.

Although Shen Lang's strength is very strong, but this time his opponent is a cultivator of the late stage pill formation, and the realm gap is too big. Xiao Ling'er is not very sure whether Shen Lang will win or not.

Shen Lang's face was a bit ugly, he had known the news of his opponent before.

The old monster Hei Sha is the owner of Heishan Island in Yuanhe Sea. He has a lonely and violent temperament and has not joined any school.

This person is almost the strongest person among all the casual cultivators on Panlong Island. He is good at magic arts and has very high combat power.

"Tsk tusk, that young man at the early stage of the formation of alchemy was going to be unlucky, and he even ran into the old evil spirit of Heishan Island."

"I rub, this man is the old black evil monster, this is the first time I have seen myself!"

"Someone came out in the first few games. This old evil monster is a long-famous late-stage pill formation cultivator. He is extremely fierce and no one dares to provoke him. All the cultivators who encountered him in the previous few games surrendered and no one dared to follow him World War I!"

The monks outside the court talked a lot, and they were obviously silent for Shen Lang.

In the eyes of everyone, even if Shen Lang made his mark in the previous games, he was only a mere cultivator at the early stage of the formation of alchemy. It was almost impossible to defeat the late cultivator of the level of the old black evil.

Somewhere outside the square, on a tall building, a young man in a blood-colored armor was staring at the ring. This person was Xue Fei. A beautiful woman in purple dress with long hair stood beside him, it was Murong Mingyue.

Today was just idle, Xue Fei also came to watch this arena battle. Of course, with his arrogant temperament, he can look down upon the struggle between a group of casual cultivators, just for leisure.

"Mingyue, this old knowledge of yours seems to be a bit troublesome. The old ancestor Heisha is a pretty good monk, your old knowledge is far from his opponent." Xue Fei said coldly.

"Mingyue doesn't think it's necessarily true. The **** son will know when he looks at it." Murong Mingyue chuckled, her glaze eyes staring at Shen Lang on the ring, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

On the ring, the atmosphere was tense.

"Boy, the old man has given you a chance, don't you surrender?" The old evil spirit said impatiently.

"Why should I surrender?" Shen Lang said with a gloomy expression.

Although this old black evil monster was strong, he was at most a monk with the same strength as Duan Jian. Unless this person has a more powerful ancient treasure than Kaishan Seal!

Shen Lang felt that this possibility was very low, and simply gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end! Even if he loses, there is still a match in the loser group, and he still has a chance to get a spot.

"Huh, Huang Maoer, are you sure you want to fight me? Aren't you afraid that the old man will kill you?" The old evil spirit Jiejie smiled, and said in a calm manner.

"Sorry, your Excellency is so confident, you might as well try it." Shen Lang chuckled.

"The yellow-haired kid is bold, since he wants to die, the old man will do you well!"

The old black monster showed a trace of violence on his old face, bit his fingertips, quickly drew a spell in mid-air, and pushed out his palms to play spiritual power.

"The ghost king appears!"

As soon as the roar fell, a hundred-meter-high ghost king appeared in front of Old Monster Black, with first-born horns, wide-mouthed fangs, and wearing a pitch-black armor. His face was terrifying and terrifying, and his body was burning with gray-white demon flames, as if the gods descended. world.

The ferocious breath shocked the spectators around the square.

"It turned out to be the Great Ghost King?" Shen Lang's expression changed.

When he was in the wild before, he also met an opponent who offered to sacrifice the strong ghost king, but that was just a phantom, the strong ghost king in front of him was an entity!

"Ghost King, chop him off for me!" Old Monster Black snorted coldly.

Vigorous Ghost King immediately took out a black giant sword tens of meters long from behind, the surface of the blade was burning with raging flames.

"Roar!"

The King of Ghosts let out a low and weird roar, brandished a huge sword, and slashed towards Shen Lang.