MTL - My Doomsday Territory (My Apocalypse Domain)-Chapter 638 No one can be more arrogant than Xianmen

Zui Xiang Lou, Shang Gongling and others have been here for some time.

They applied for the identification of Wumeng League, Dachang's customs, historical background, and a few days ago, after Tang Yu and Fan Ni got to know, they compiled a textbook for this group of Xianmen disciples to learn.

Dressing is also the style of the Dachang Dynasty.

People claiming to be from the hermitage gate 'Immortal Gate'.

Dachang also has countless large and small sects, but they are all under the management of the Wumeng League, and there is an official government that intentionally or unintentionally cracks down on the division. Government House.

Such as the Heijia Army, Qingxuan Army, Royal Guardian.

But who can guarantee that Dachang is so big that there is no so-called hidden hermitage?

At least he understands that every year, there are many newly registered sects in the wumeng league, some of which claim to be hidden world sects, but they are often of average strength and are not able to grab high-oil tasks in the wumeng league.

Over time, the small martial arts that have not managed to break through have to be disbanded. Talented disciples may be able to join other martial arts, but most of the ordinary ones can only go home and farm.

These knowledge belong to the assessment content of the "Dachang Kingdom Advance Group".

Zhumouri and Enze selected some immortal disciples who are loyal and above their level of strength, and after training for a period of time, those who pass the assessment are eligible to become members of the 'advance group'.

All the selected elite disciples passed the assessment.

Therefore, although coming to a foreign country makes them very excited, everyone can control their emotions, except to eat more and buy more souvenirs, there is nothing surprising.

"Master, when are we going inside?"

In the morning of free action, Cao Xinghua also went to Biwudaitai, and the sound of the sword making him enthusiastic.

Since going out of the bottom of his life, he has devoted all his mind to cultivation. Among the disciples of Xianmen, there are also many people with A and A + qualifications, and most of them are far less effective than him.

In addition to Shanggong Ling, Cao Xinghua is in the top three in the second echelon.

The master sister couldn't beat the palace bell. She was completely abused, and the fight was not interesting. The others were either not his opponents, or they were too familiar with every move.

"Go in the afternoon. Discuss the order of appearance."

...

‘Younger generation ’s competition’ lasted for more than ten days, and the heat remained the same.

King Dachang said less than a few million people, and the people who eat melon lost a lot, leaving one after another.

So did the people who took the stage.

There are also some losers who, after healing their injuries, have joined the war again—the government has not limited the number of contests, and the rules are almost absent.

This morning, Tang Yu saw the sword shield strong man who was seriously injured by the young swordsman a week ago, and once again ascended the platform, and successfully defended the platform.

However, few examples of strong men can be copied, and most of the eliminated are seriously injured. Like strong men, it took one or two months to recover, and now healed in a week, only with the ability of "banknote" That's it.

The stone pillars around the platform, the guardians sitting cross-legged, also changed one after another.

After a few days of observation, Tang Yu found that these guys were not just pretending to be forced, but waiting.

Some martial arts with ordinary backgrounds can take advantage of the ‘younger generation’ competition to join large families and ancestral gates, and they can also find middle and senior ranks in the Heijia Army and the Qingxuan Army instead of starting with small soldiers.

Dachang has a mature plan for talent training, which is not as bad as he had previously imagined.

in the afternoon,

Tang Yu and his party came outside Biwuyutai, and the source was slightly released. The crowd like a sardine in front of them was immediately cut off, and a dozen people went straight in.

After noon break, the afternoon session has just begun.

At this moment, a young bearded man is standing on the platform. Although there are as many as forty, since he is standing on the platform, it means that he is just facing the mature.

After this man went up, he sat there and rested. No one played for more than ten minutes.

Tang Yu knows exactly why.

The youthfulness of the Bearded Husband was released without reservation. In the early stage of Yae, although it was not the top among the younger generation of Dachang, it was considered an upper class.

Cultivation pays attention to qualifications and resources. Not many people can reach the eighth level of awakening before the age of thirty.

These days, such as the young swordsman, sword shield hand strong man, is only the early and middle period of Yae.

This high-level player suddenly deterred most people.

The awakening of the five or six heavy dragon suits would like to say that you guys do not play cards according to common sense. Shouldn't those of us be lowered, first play and compare, and finally masters and finals?

Xiu Gao, Yae, Jiu, did not want to play this morning.

The opponent is still at the peak, winning a game, but may lose the final.

The disciples of Xianmen didn't care, a dozen people looked at each other, and finally, a tower-like man stepped on the high platform.

The bearded young man is already very strong, and the bronze-colored muscles are knotted, but standing in front of this, he is still short.

But the vast majority of audiences are not watching with their eyes, but their breath perception. After all, the iron tower strong man is a little worse, and his breath is only six peaks.

Now, let's see if the strong man in the tower can hurt the beard.

A few experts on the field squinted.

The bearded young man stood up, folded his hands with his hands, "Iron palm pie, Duan Kuan!"

The strong man in the iron tower froze, and greeted with fists in both hands, snoring airway, "Xianmen, Shitie."

After exchanging names, Duan Kuan came and attacked.

His palms are stiffer than iron, and the sound of wind blows from his waving, his palms are like shadows.

Huh!

Shi Tie's arm was blocked in front of him, and his skin was coated with a metallic luster. After the sound of a blast, he took two steps back, and the section of the iron palm also shook his body, unable to connect to the next palm.

"I know Duan Kuan, the master of the Iron Palm faction. I heard that the Iron Palm faction has been declining over the years. This time out of this young handsome Jie Duan Kuan, the Iron Palm faction is going to rise again.

"The one named Shi Tie is not bad. Only the sixth peak is Xiuwei, who can persist in Duan Kuan for so long. What kind of school is Xianmen? Have you heard of it?"

"It should be a small martial art, but the small martial art can occasionally be a master."

On the competition stage, the sound of throbbing sounds kept on and off.

The iron head section is wide repaired and faster, and he can leave a palm print on Shi Tie every few rounds.

But the more he fought, the more solemn he looked.

Counting the palms in his body, Shi Tie's breath only faded a little, and the whole person looked no different.

On the other hand, he repeatedly exploded his combat skills several times, which was not a small consumption.

Moving around, the movement slowly slowed down.

霎时 ，

Shi Tie screamed, and the awakeners in the battle for the appearance of the platform didn't feel much, but Duan Kuan seemed to be hit by a huge stone in his head, and he blew his blood out of his ears and noses.

He struggled so hard that when the blur in his eyes became clear, the big punch in the sandbag enlarged in his pupils.

boom!

Duan Kuan flew out hundreds of meters, sprayed with blood, and rolled out of the platform.

The audience outside took a sip of Liangpi, and several masters who were about to move couldn't help shrinking their necks.

Let's not take advantage of the danger, let's play first.

...

Shi Tie's violent victory, directly let Bi Wutaitai cold for ten minutes.

But not everyone can hold it back, and finally someone comes on.

Some are sixfold and some are sevenfold.

They may be thinking that Shi Tie has been injured and want to pick up cheap.

One by one was stepped down, but more martial arts came on stage.

"It's coming, it's coming. He's played so many games. He was hurt again in the beginning. Maybe he can't stand the next moment."

"Even if you don't stand in the end, as long as you can defeat him, it is a big plus. Maybe there are big families who fancy me!"

After all, Shi Tie only had the peak of six, and did not use advanced equipment. He lost dozens of people in a row, even if most of them were defeated with one punch, and the source of power was already low-he was originally a type of fight.

The fifty-eighth inning,

A sharp-mouthed young man came to power. With a keen movement, he kept walking away from Shitie 100 meters away and attacked with a hidden weapon.

Shi Tie's skin was still plated with metallic luster, his shirt was broken, but he still had only a few white marks on his body. He was not really injured.

But suddenly,

嘭 ——

The pop-up hidden weapon burst into a cloud of purple smoke, and Shi Tie couldn't wait to close her breath, but the sharp-billed young man threw out more and more hidden weapons and exploded like a firecracker.

Seen from a distance, the purple smoke cloud wrapped in a ball, only the tall figure of Shi Tie could be seen blurry.

Shi Tie rushed out, and the sharp-billed young man immediately flew back, throwing away the hidden weapon without money.

And Shi Tie no longer has the ability to use sonic combat skills again.

at last,

After a few minutes, the skin and face were covered with a bit of blue-violet stone iron, and fell to the ground.

"I won haha, but that's the case, I thought how strong!"

The sharp-mouthed young man laughed, his eyes full of contempt.

Officials stepped forward and lifted Shi Tie, and fed two pills, one for detoxification and one for healing.

How remarkable the effect is, there is no way to save his life, there is still some purple color on the stone iron body.

Tang Yu immediately filled a bottle of high-level life potion, and the aura of life turned around in the stone iron body, the blue and purple color on his face faded away, and he opened his eyes.

The breath is still a little weak, but people are already immaculate.

"I……"

Mune's stone iron opened his mouth, some complaining about himself.

Cao Xinghua and others were angry.

Shi Tie can be defeated, but he cannot be defeated.

The sharp-mouthed young man's face was too arrogant.

No one can be more arrogant than Xianmen!

"Brother ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ I avenge you."

A figure flickered and Cao Xinghua stepped onto the ring.

The sharp-mouthed young man glanced up and raised his chin.

Cao Xinghua narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous breath.

He stared at the sharp-mouthed young man, saying one word at a time:

"Xianmen, Cao-Xing-Hua!"

The sharp-mouthed young man froze.

At the same time, the breath of Cao Xinghua's nine peaks was released without reservation.

The strong wind swept the whole seat of Biwutai.

The face of the sharp-mouthed young man turned blue.