The Dangerous Cultivator

"Sculptures of the worms and ghosts, and Fengmou said before, no matter what your ideas are, they are all in the face of absolute strength. You have tried hard to lead me into the game. If I don't play against you, why not let you Too disappointed. But someone has something to say first, like your ghostly thoughts, someone should only do this once, and the rest are thinking about these ideas, and someone advises you to collect your thoughts. "

Feng Sigong said proudly.

He chose to be invited by Xiong Beiming.

For one, there is no way to refuse. He is face-saving, and must not tolerate any imperfections, covering his glory.

After all, his image in this paragraph is a peerless powerhouse, and it is so easy to come down.

The two, with the exception of those two people, the immortal dwellers here are really crickets and ants in his eyes. There is no fear at all.

Of the three, Xiong Beiming said the rules very clearly, nothing more than the purity and accuracy of spiritual power, plus a little mechanical change.

With such a test, how could the uncle of the Nether lands surpass him to seal someone.

Of course, should Xiong Beiming, he also took this opportunity to plug all loopholes, and never give other people a chance to drill a hole again.

The battle soon began, and almost instantly, the aura inspired by Xiong Beiming was forced to the corner by the aura inspired by the fourth son.

Seeing the difference between victory and defeat, Xiong Beiming's aura suddenly split, like a division, scattered around, continue to seize the key points.

Manipulating so many auras with such precision at one time undoubtedly shows Xiong Beiming's excellent talent and solid strength.

"Yes, you are a bit gifted. It is not easy to persist under my control for a long time. But then again, all ghostly thoughts are a joke in front of absolute strength."

The fourth son Feng said with a smile, the aura in the chessboard regenerates and changes, and he also smoothly divides his troops towards the aura of Xiong Beiming scattered all over the place.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Xiong Beiming's scattered auras reunited to form a big dragon, which was surrounded by the aura of Fengsi, who was scattered in the northeast corner.

Instantly strangling that aura, the aura was at the cusp, and it was the meeting point of all the auras.

As soon as that aura was extinguished, the remaining aura could not quickly converge, and the dragon from Xiong Beiming pounced on the remaining aura.

If so, the two auras of Feng Sigong were eliminated again. Feng Sigong realized that the situation was irreversible, and was unwilling to struggle. He suddenly shook his hands. The aura in the chessboard suddenly lost control and was automatically eliminated.

In this way, on the entire chessboard, Xiong Beiming left a weak remnant aura, but in the end he won.

Huge cheers erupted in the field, and a crowd of immortals all roared from the sky. At this dark and cruel moment, the significance of Xiong Beiming's victory was too great. The smile on Feng Sigong's face finally disappeared, staring gloomily at Xiong Beiming.

He hated madness and repented to the extreme.

At the time, he could win if he didn't divide the troops and slowly eat away.

But he did not put Xiong Beiming in his eyes at all, thinking that Xiong Beiming had already lost his skills. It was simply because he wanted to delay time and create more rest for other immortals.

So, he thought about the quick decision, split the army, and wanted to solve the problem at one time.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Beiming quickly withdrew his troops, and at a glance saw the center of the multiple auras he had separated, eliminating his aura in the center, and the whole situation immediately turned over.

The defeat of this battle was not good, but it was the thief who weighed his own mind and the thief drilled into the sky.

Xiong Beiming calmly looked at the fourth son of Feng, smiling, and said, "Fortunately, thank you Brother Feng for your mercy. I don't know if Xiong can pass the level, can he leave?"

Feng Sigong said, "It's good if you know how to win. Since you can win, of course you can leave. You can take a break for a while and wait for Helong to finish, naturally you will leave the trial ground."

Xiong Beiming laughed, "So best." He stepped back and sat down cross-legged. But he said to Xu Yi, "Feng Si is not sincere, and here does not seem to be bound by the heart oath, and the human heart is deceitful. I expect Feng Si will not let me leave, but it is strange, Feng Simingming and the test field Signed the rules. In the trial field, small rules such as Feng Si will never change the big rules, so I thought we could leave, but the way to leave was by no means a test with Feng Si. Wang brothers know. "

Xiong Beiming chose to take the shot, he didn't even plan to leave, he also made himself a stepping stone, but his stepping stone was clearly marked, and the object of stepping was Xu Yi.

After seeing Xu Yi's methods, Xiong Beiming knew that he would still have Xu Yi if he wanted to leave here.

The longer he tangled with Feng Si, the more details of Feng Si he pulled out, and the more advantageous Xu Yi and Feng Si would be in the battle.

"Next, who dares to fight, since you want to consume, I will accompany you to consume."

However, in the defeat of World War I, Feng Sigong's demeanor is no longer, the smile on his face disappears, and the clouds are full.

Seeing Feng Si's expression, I don't know how many immortal people lament the injustice in the sky.

The shallowness of Fengsi can be discerned at a glance.

There are a lot of immortals in their own world, which is not the top existence, the eyes of people are very bright.

Superficial characters like Fengsi, in their own school, belong to an existence that even their ancestors could not see.

In the trial ground, Fengsi can swear and scold the ancestors, whistling, and easily defeated and imprisoned them.

Such a big gap is nothing else, just one point, and the place of birth is different.

Just this difference can easily change the fate of both parties.

"I'm here to fight with Feng."

Along with the voice, a figure walked into the scene, with a good-looking appearance, a boy, and it was the Green Demon King.

Feng Sidao said, "I know that you are one of the most powerful prey in this group. This is interesting. You can pick someone, make up seven, and I will play with you."

The Green Demon King waved his hand, "I wish that in my life, I wasn't used to playing more and playing less. Only once, I was almost beaten by that person. Compared to that person, your ability is worse, we are still fair. A battle. "

Feng Si laughed and pointed at the green demon king. "Have you ever seen anything more powerful than me in the Nether? Dafa snails that have blown well, come and stand on the weighing pan. I'll take a look. How many pounds do you have A couple of. "

The words went down, and a palm of light emerged, which had come to the face of the Green Demon King and pressed directly towards him. The Green Demon King couldn't escape, was shot and flew out, stabilized his body in the air, patted his shirt, and laughed, "The speed is good, the strength is good, it's almost. I'll try how powerful your four strings are?"

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