The Xisheng had no choice but to do anything about the old man Bai Du, so the entire Nanzhou belonged to Bai Du Sect to escape.

Even though they escaped the disaster, the people from the Hundred Poison Sect could not return to the mountain gate. They were all wandering outside, similar to those of the wandering cultivators without sects.

The masters hidden in the crowd are not only Qiu Baisei, but also some strong men who don’t like to show up will be mixed among the casual cultivators. Unless they take action, it will be difficult to detect them.

The grand event in the cultivation world of the entire Bimoon Continent was attracted by the Dongzhou ring. This arena battle can be said to be a gathering of masters from all walks of life.

There were also many low-level monks gathered on the ground, and countless people gathered around the Tang Building, looking up at the battle on the ring.

For low-level monks, it is not in vain to be able to learn a move and half of the moves in the fight between Jindan masters.

Most of the low-level monks on the ground watched the rings with awe, while others were full of disdain.

Next to the Tang Building, there is a three-story restaurant, which is already crowded. Because the location of the game is very good, the location is reserved at least one month in advance.

Not to mention the private room, there is no single room.

At this time, a young monk was sitting in an excellent position by the window. The man had a strand of white hair on his forehead, slightly upturned.

"Fight, fight, it's better to kill a few more to make it lively."

The young monk grabbed a handful of beans and threw them into his mouth to chew them crisply. He said to himself: "Longyan Sect has indeed joined the Western Temple. The old thing Hongfei, wait. I will kill you sooner or later, and Zhang Baihai, that bastard, you all deserve to die."

The insult to the powerful Yuanying man shows how brave this person is. This person who drinks and eats beans is not someone else, but Fan Dao, one of the two evil spirits.

He showed his original appearance and was so close to the Tang Building, but Fan Dao was not recognized as cautious.

"Chang Hee Tian, ​​you grandson, I see how you cheated me this time, I'm the Yuanying!" Fan Dao chewed the beans vigorously, as if gritting his teeth.

Fan Dao, who broke through the ban on the purple-red gourd and was as famous as killing the genius, finally broke through the realm and became a real Nascent Soul master.

After years of underground career and the dangers of killing Tianjiao in Lingbei, this series of thrilling experiences became the driving force for Fan Dao's advancement.

Fan Dao always has an illusion.

If he does not break through the Nascent Soul as soon as possible, he will sooner or later be killed by Changsheng.

Breakthrough of the Nascent Soul is for safety. No one has heard of this kind of advancement. If it is spread, it must become a joke in the cultivation world.

Fan Dao came to Dongzhou Racing this time not to be on stage, but to observe the current situation.

Nanzhou was completely reshuffled, and Fan Dao had a blood feud with Xisheng and would not join Xisheng's subordinates at all, so he came to Dongzhou to see if there was a chance to subvert Xisheng's dominance.

Among the people who watched the game there, there were many people who had their own thoughts like Fan Dao.

Some people observe the current situation, some plan to settle grudges, and some people repay their kindness.

On the Qianyun Sect’s side, Shangguan Rou stared at the battle on the ring without turning his eyes.

She was waiting for the opportunity.

Since he promised his uncle that he wanted the Golden Pill to win the championship, Shangguan Rou had been preparing for this for a whole year.

Wen Yushan broke through the realm of the Nascent Soul and was unable to take the stage on the Golden Pills arena, so the important task of winning the championship fell on Mr. Rou.

Although Wen Yushan can participate in the battle of the Nascent Soul arena, Shangguan Rou is very clear that Wen Yushan has just advanced and is a new Nascent Soul. It is really a loss to face those old Nascent Soul monsters who have been in trouble for many years, and it is almost impossible to enter the top three.

Therefore, Shangguan Rou decided to use all her strength to win the position of leader in this genius contest.

"You can take the stage at dusk. After Mr. Rou becomes the champion, we are responsible for protecting the ring." Zhao Yiren walked to Shangguan Rou with his shoulders and looked at the ring opposite him.

"As long as you win three games in a row, whoever challenges Mr. Rou must first pass our level." Wan Miao, an old woman from the Law Enforcement Hall, said, leaning on the dragon head crutch.

"Elder Shangguan can only focus on dealing with the final decisive battle. It is not that easy to defeat our three Golden Elders of Qianyun Sect in a row." Xu Wenjin said with his beard twisted with his hand.

"We must win the championship in this battle for the genius to compete for the golden elixir! Help the uncle win the Baishou Pill!" Brother Qiao San said with a strong tone and righteous look: "You all have to do your best. I won't go on stage. I will cheer for you with all my strength!"

Brother Qiao almost made the other elders angry after saying something.

"There is indeed no need to go on stage in the early stage of the Golden Pill. Elder Qiao would better get a war drum. How can you do it without a drum?" Li Qingzhou joked with a smile.

"Drums are a trivial matter, I'm ready, hehe." Brother Qiao San said a little storage bag, took out a big drum that was more than one person tall, and beat it twice, and it was really impressive.

"Elder Qiao is intent. Everyone, Master Uncle won't be able to defend his realm for us. We can't be embarrassed this time. We must take over the Hundred Life Pill!" Li Jianming said in a cold voice, and the others nodded one after another.

Qianyun Sect came to Dongzhou this time to seize the Baishou Pill.

Everyone is united and the ability to cut off gold can make Qianyun Sect so united. Chang Sheng, the junior uncle, made an indelible contribution.

The ancient sect that almost caused the great elder Helianmu to fall apart finally condensed again.

After half a day of fighting, the arenas everywhere was wonderful, and there were loud roars from the audience.

There were countless people injured in hundreds of rounds of Golden Pill fights, and even if they were seriously injured, there were many people there, but they had not yet fallen.

Before the end, few people will really fight to the death.

In the afternoon, the scene of the battle on the stage became even more dangerous, especially as dusk approached, major sects sent experts from all over the box to the stage.

The daytime battle is just an appetizer. Only those who become champions after dusk have the chance to persevere until the end.

The battle at night is the most dangerous, and all sects will send masters to protect their champions, and the real golden elixir battle will be shown on the ring.

Up the Lingyu Tower, the owner Yan Hongshan walked out of the hall.

"Although it's just a battle between the golden elixir, my Lingyu Tower cannot be at a disadvantage. It's time to go on stage."

With Yan Hongshan's words, the Jindan masters of Lingyu Tower soared into the air, left the strange beast, and fell near the arena, preparing to compete for the final position of leader.

The poster with his hands behind his back looked a little gloomy and he didn't look very good.

Behind him, Master Yan Yu walked out of nothingness.

"Can your father take back his life? I am the daughter of the Yan family, not a prop?" Yan Yushi frowned slightly, his tone as light as ever, but this lightness brought an inexplicable depression.

"I have decided, I can't change it!" Yan Hongshan suppressed his anger, and had no intention of watching the golden elixir for more. He waved his robe sleeves and strode away with great stance.

Outside the hall, Master Yan Yu looked at his father's back, and there was a rare sadness and helplessness between his eyebrows, and subconsciously looked at the Crow Ship in the distance.

On the Baiyao boat, Chang Shengzheng talked with Jiang Dachuan.

Beizhou Xuewang was so drunk that he didn't even get drunk after drinking for most of the day. Instead, he became more and more excited. Sometimes he stroked his hands and laughed, sometimes he cursed.

As the highest-ranking junior uncle of Qianyun Sect, Chang Sheng could only accompany him, siping spiritual wine and smiling. At this time, his heart moved slightly, as if he had a heart of touch, and looked up at the Lingyu Tower in the distance.

The strange beast was floating in the wind, and there were figures swaying in the high building, but there was no one on the platform in front of the building, and only a string of rain curtains gradually dissipated.
Chapter completed!