Peach Fortune Ring

There has never been love and hate for no reason in the world. What is the purpose of this contest between Yanhuang and the cultivators?

Conflict of interests?

And what kind of relationship is there between Yanhuang Kingdom and immortal cultivators?

Song Yan felt that the relationship between Yanhuang Kingdom and the immortal cultivators would not be very good. From the tone, demeanor and actions of the two immortal cultivators, it can be seen that these immortal cultivators not only think they are superior, but also hold Song Yan and the others with respect. There was great hostility, and in the two rounds of competition, they did not hide their murderous intentions towards their opponents.Please search () to see the most complete!The fastest updated novel

"In the second game, Xianmen wins."

Han Song announced with a heavy heart that in the two battles, one of Yanhuang's side died and one was seriously injured, which made him very pessimistic about the next competition, and let him see the powerful means of immortal cultivators.

The third round of the competition began.

This time, Yanhuang's team dispatched a member of the "God of War" who was born in the sixth level, and the immortal cultivators sent out a female disciple who was born in the fifth level.

As soon as they fought, the female disciple of the immortal cultivator sacrificed her magic weapon.

It was a flying rope, and in a blink of an eye, it tied the God of War team member tightly. Moreover, this magic weapon of the flying rope also had the function of restraining true energy, so, being entangled by this flying rope, the God of War team member The true energy of the team members was also sealed, and they became the targets of slaughter.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's complexion sank. This flying rope is a third-grade treasure. Although it is only the worst kind of three-grade treasure, it still has a power that cannot be ignored.

Now, Song Yan could see clearly the plan of the immortal cultivators. Those with high cultivation levels would use second-grade magic weapons or talismans, while those with low cultivation levels would use third-grade magic weapons to make up for their shortcomings.

"Pfft!"

In the splash of blood, a head flew up high, the eyes on the head were wide open, full of unwillingness, he didn't lose in cultivation, but in the opponent's magic weapon.

This is not a competition, this is death.

Seeing the dead team members, the emotions of the "God of War" team members became even more angry and depressed.

In a blink of an eye, another five innings passed.

In these five rounds, the immortal cultivator's side still won all, while Yanhuang's side lost four more people and seriously injured one.

This made the atmosphere on the field extremely tragic.

Song Yan couldn't sit still anymore, no matter what, the people in the God of War team were his robes, he couldn't just watch them die, and, in these eight rounds of battle, he had already figured out the details of the cultivators' side.

"Who will go to this battle?" Long Jian asked.

"I go!"

Zhao Ying was about to sneak into the arena, but there was an arm on her shoulder: "Leave it to me!"

Before Zhao Ying could resist, Song Yan forced her back to her seat, and appeared in the middle of the battlefield while shaking her figure.

He didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes at all, and slowly swept across the group of immortal cultivators, he said, "Who will come up to die!"

"What a big tone! The poor monk is here to save you."

A young monk stepped out. This monk was wearing a moon-white monk robe, but his appearance was extremely ugly.

"Boy, die!" The ugly monk sneered, and threw out a purple gold bowl, but at this moment, the figure flickered, as if teleporting, Song Yan flashed to the top of the ugly monk's head, waved his palm and took a picture .

"puff!"

The force of this palm was overwhelming, and it directly forcibly punched the ugly monk's head into his stomach.

"You look so ugly, I'll help you hide your face!"

Song Yan drew back and returned to the original place. As for the owner of the purple gold bowl died, he naturally lost his spirituality and fell to the ground.

"Win!" The Yanhuang side couldn't believe the scene in front of them, lost eight games in a row, and finally won one game.

A smile finally appeared on the faces of the head of state and the nine elders.

As for the immortal cultivators, the nine foundation-builders sitting in front all looked a bit ugly, looking at Song Yan with a hint of unkindness.

"Who among you would like to come and die?"

Song Yan, who was supposed to retreat, did not just retreat, but looked at the cultivator provocatively, and shouted arrogantly.

This group of immortal cultivators are arrogant and arrogant, and they don't care about ordinary warriors at all. Now that their companions were killed, that little ordinary warrior dared to provoke him. Immediately, a man in a blue robe appeared on the scene On the next day, he stared at Song Yan coldly: "If you want to seek death, I will help you!"

As soon as the words fell, he took out a small fiery red sword, pointed it casually, and the small sword turned into a stream of light, which went straight to Song Yan like lightning.

"hey-hey!"

Song Yan's figure flickered, and suddenly, five more figures appeared beside him. Together with the main body, there were six Song Yan in one fell swoop. The robed man didn't know which one to attack with the flying sword.

While he was in a daze, six figures rushed out, waving their palms and lining up at the green-robed man.

Being approached by the enemy, the green-robed man didn't show any nervousness, because a faint golden light had emerged from his body, obviously protected by a magic weapon.

"Crack!"

Like the sound of glass shattering, the faint golden light couldn't stop Song Yan's attack and was shattered, and then his palm fell on the head of the young man in green robe.

"Pfft!"

Like a watermelon bursting, the opponent's head exploded, red and white scattered all over the ground, looking extremely bloody.

But from Yanhuang's point of view, it was extremely satisfying.

"A Yan killed well!" Zhao Ying shouted loudly.

"Haha, Brother Song is mighty!" Ye Feng said with a big laugh.

"Long live the captain, kill those grandchildren!" Ao Tie couldn't help shouting.

For a while, the "God of War" team members cheered one after another.

As for the audience, the head of state and others smiled even more. The heads of the top ten families and the heads of the six sects sitting behind them were also quite happy. Even Li Mu, who wanted to get rid of Song Yan All showed a hint of joy.

After killing two immortal cultivators in a row, Song Yan still had no intention of retreating. His eyes continued to scan the crowd of immortal cultivators murderously: "Is there anyone who is not afraid of death to come up to die?"

On the side of the immortal cultivators, nine foundation-building masters were secretly transmitting voices. After some discussion, they decided to send a disciple of the ninth level of innate talent to kill Song Yan.

"Xuan Xin, go and kill this person!" Wu Yangzi ordered to his beloved disciple.

"Yes, Master!"

Xuan Xin stepped out, looked at Song Yan indifferently, and said: "You, an ordinary warrior, can kill two fellow Taoists. You are indeed capable, but you don't look down on other cultivators, but you A mistake, I am ordered by my teacher to kill you, but I can give you a chance to strike first!"

"You really want me to make the first move?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Song Yan's mouth.

"Go ahead!"