Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1377: Luo Chuan's Face

Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1377: Luo Chuan's Face

"not good!"

Wang Youyu looked "panicked", raised his head and turned to the most gorgeous hanging pavilion box, and said urgently: "Sect Master, Saint, there seems to be something wrong in the magic circle arena. Do you want to terminate the competition?"

Before the people in the Xuange box could say anything, there were bursts of booing all around.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

"That's right, it's rare to have a serious competition to choose a son-in-law. How could it end like this?"

"Yes, we have been waiting for three months for your Heavenly Star Saint Sect's son-in-law selection competition. First, we delayed changing the date, and now something like this has happened. No one would do this!"

"That's right, keep fighting, whoever stops is a coward!"

In the hanging pavilion, Bai Yiqing was sitting cross-legged casually with a calm expression, guarded by a group of strict and expressionless Holy Gate guards. Taoist priest Liu Yue next to him sneered and said, "Then continue."

Wang Youyu nodded slightly, with an apologetic smile on his face, and saluted the monks from all directions in Tiandao Palace: "Don't worry, my Holy Sect will definitely find out the reason for the failure of the magic circle."

While talking, the arena competition has entered the third round.

Losing the protection of the magic circle actually aroused the true fighting spirit and hidden ferocity of the participating geniuses, and the competition became more and more fierce. Blood, as more and more seriously injured monks were injured, the injuries became more and more serious. There were even two seriously injured geniuses who were flying out and dying. The cheers under the ring gradually became quieter, and some masters who accompanied their juniors to compete frowned. Lock tight.

"Hmph, the mighty Tianxing Holy Sect can't even continue to supply the source of its protective array. Could it be that we have come to the wrong place? Is this still the top three sects in Tianchen Continent?" A master of the third level of the heavens snorted coldly. , staring at his nephew who had just entered the next round on the ring, he shouted dissatisfied: "If it doesn't work out, just stop choosing a son-in-law..."

Before he finished speaking, the hairs on his body stood on end. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell on his nephew's opponent in the third round. His whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his body was trembling.

Standing opposite his nephew was a fat black monk with a double bun on his head. The man did not move. But from a distance, one could feel the flickering terrifying aura in his body. The moment he met Fatty Hei's gaze, the third-level master of the heavens felt that he had walked between life and death.

"No! Stop..." He shouted, but it was still too late.

The strange-looking fat black monk flicked his middle finger, and directly flew the young monk opposite him away. He crashed into the jade wall with Taoist patterns in the main hall with a bang, and sank deeply into it. He was as angry as a gossamer, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"It's still a bit powerful."

Great Sage Kunpeng, who specially found a new Taoist robe to participate in the arena competition, buttoned his nose. Shaking his big cheeks, he turned around and jumped off the ring while shouting: "Get married! Get married! They are all mine! Mohahaha!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to the Great Sage Kunpeng, and they felt a sudden chill. After three consecutive rounds, none of the talented monks who faced this person could withstand a single move. They were all defeated miserably and are still lying outside the ring. I don’t know whether I will live or die!

"Why are you so harsh! I am Song Ping Guangcheng, Song Pi. May I ask your surname?"

The master of the third level of the heavens finished feeding the unconscious nephew the elixir. He stood up and stared at the Great Sage Kunpeng.

"It's so annoying."

Great Sage Kunpeng took out his ears and snorted impatiently.

Buzz!

The heads of the third-level masters in the world were violently shaken, their orifices were bleeding, and they fell to the ground unsteadily, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The entire Tiandao Palace suddenly became quiet. Whether it was the young geniuses who participated in the competition for choosing a husband or the monks who were watching, they were all shocked and panicked when they looked at the back of the great sage Kunpeng swaying towards the next game.

"Who is that person? He is so strong! The emperor is nothing more than that!"

"Song Ping Guangcheng Song Pi... He is a third-level peak cultivator in the heavens and a famous expert in the field of Tianxing Holy Sect. How could he be so bad if he hadn't met the most powerful person!"

"The competition for choosing a son-in-law has always been aimed at young monks. Why did an emperor come out? What happened? It's not fair!"

"How can we fight like this! He can sweep the whole place by himself! We can't continue!"

"Yeah, stop it!"

The discussion became louder and louder. Not only did the onlookers protest, but even the young geniuses on the stage looked at the Great Sage Kunpeng warily, gathering together and retreating.

The only one who didn't move was Emperor Thunder.

He stood firmly on the ring, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at Kunpeng Great Sage walking towards him. He was Kunpeng Great Sage's opponent in the fourth round. The dignity of the Tianbang genius and the son of the Di family made him have the courage to never think about retreating. However, what really made him stay where he was was the terrifying aura that enveloped him like an eternal abyss.

The Great Sage Kunpeng was still about ten steps away from him. He was already sweating profusely, most of his energy had been consumed, and his face was as white as paper.

Wang Youyu was stunned, then quickly turned her head and looked at Xuan Pavilion.

In the hanging pavilion, Bai Yiqing and Liu Yue exchanged glances and frowned at the same time.

"Who is he?" Bai Yiqing asked.

"I... I don't know, there is no such person on the list. But the fact that this person can enter the ring means that he has passed the first three rounds of assessment... Why does such a person come to participate in the selection of a son-in-law?" Taoist priest Liuyue said in shock. .

"His aura is not inferior to that of Master Miaoling, and his artistic conception is countless times more distant and ancient than Master Miaoling...Liuyue, quickly announce the termination of the son-in-law selection competition." Bai Yiqing said quickly with a cold face, and a faint feeling arose in her heart. disturbed.

"good."

Liu Yue flashed and appeared outside the pavilion. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, there were too many unexpected events in this son-in-law selection competition. I'm afraid there are other hidden reasons. We will stop here. I hope you will understand and tolerate us."

After the voice fell, most of the cultivators on and off the stage breathed a sigh of relief, and the young geniuses participating in the competition were secretly grateful.

"Huh..."

The Thunder Emperor also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wanted to save face, he also knew that if he fought with the person in front of him, he would lose all his face. He was about to say something, raised his head, and met the gaze of the fat black monk with double buns opposite. His head rumbled and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The face of the Great Sage Kunpeng, which was originally as black as the bottom of a pot, was now so dark that his nose and eyes could not be seen. His teeth creaked, his eyes were full of anger, and his two big cheeks trembled slightly and gradually shook.

"Stop here? What did you say?"

The Great Sage Kunpeng raised his head suddenly. Staring at Liu Yue.

"This Great Saint hasn't married yet! You're going to end it! Are you kidding me?"

"Hahaha, you ugly woman! If you're not afraid that this Great Saint will tear down your nest, just stop it!"

Liu Yue was well prepared. She pinched the seal in advance, and offered a heavenly magic weapon that she had just obtained from the Hidden Palace in her sleeves, and used all her Taoist power.

But even so, the pressure in the eyes of the Great Saint Kunpeng was still like a flood, rolling over, and it almost made Liu Yue breathless. All the previous preparations were just to prevent her from making a fool of herself in public. This was just a look from the Great Saint Kunpeng.

So strong... Where did this peerless strong man come from! Even if the Goddess Miaoling and the ancestors of the Hidden Palace came out together, I'm afraid they couldn't stop him! Could it be Xingyuan's people!

Liu Yue's body trembled slightly, and she was thinking in her heart.

She has seen big scenes. In the past, she followed the King of Nine Dragons to fight in the Nine Heavens and saw countless strong men, but there were only a few who could compare to this black, fat and ugly man in front of her!

Such a person. Either he has hidden himself in the Nine Heavens like a dragon, and is free and unfettered. Or he has already retired from the Nine Heavens disputes and is striving to attack the supreme realm with all his strength. How could he appear here? Not good, the mistress's game...

Liu Yue cried out in her heart that it was not good.

On the high platform, Wang Youyu frowned.

In the hanging pavilion, the powerful guards from the Hidden Palace around Bai Yiqing looked at each other. They knew the details of Bai Yiqing's game very well, and naturally knew that if the son-in-law selection competition could not be stopped, it would mean that Bai Yiqing's game would fail, and if Yuxia could not be brought out, the danger of the Tianxing Saint Gate could not be relieved. After so many days of layout and various plans, it was all in vain.

"Saintess, the ancestors have given you 90% of the power of the Hidden Palace. You must not let the Hidden Palace down." An old female Taoist with a deep breath reminded.

"Don't worry."

Bai Yiqing said, and among the crowd, only her expression was the calmest, without sadness or joy, and she was not shocked.

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold laugh suddenly came from afar, entering the Xuan Pavilion and ringing in the ears of Bai Yiqing and the Hidden Palace guards.

"Disciple, you are just as I expected, and you have finally come to this step and become the Saint of the Holy Gate."

"You could have forced me out with this game."

"Unfortunately, you are still one step behind."

Behind Bai Yiqing, a group of immortal star guards changed color at the same time, quickly cast spells to explore their souls and thoughts, and searched in all directions.

"Master. You are finally here."

Bai Yiqing smiled slightly, and smiled happily.

She stood up, walked out of the Xuan Pavilion, suspended in the air, and saluted to the Great Sage Kunpeng, saying: "I am the contemporary Saint of the Tianxing Holy Gate, Bai Yiqing, and I meet you, senior."

As soon as Bai Yiqing appeared, all eyes were instantly focused on her. Although she was wearing a veil, her graceful and perfect figure, her ethereal demeanor, and her beautiful eyes that were looming through the veil all outlined a peerless beauty like a goddess in the Moon Palace, which made most young geniuses feel ashamed.

Facing the mysterious strong man who suddenly appeared, Bai Yiqing was neither humble nor arrogant, and her tone was neither salty nor bland, and she was not inferior in momentum.

Lan Xiaosheng, Bu Xiao Monk and other geniuses on the Tianbang looked at Bai Yiqing, looked at each other, and secretly sighed that she was worthy of being Luo Chuan's Taoist partner in the rumors, and only such a woman was worthy of the monster Luo Chuan.

To everyone's surprise, the Great Sage Kunpeng did not get angry.

"I know you, aren't you Luo Chuan's woman! Humph, even if you are Luo Chuan's woman, you can't be so domineering and unreasonable! Stop when I say stop, are you kidding me?" The Great Sage Kunpeng put his hands on his waist, shook his big cheeks, and looked at Bai Yiqing angrily.

Although the Great Sage Kunpeng was still very angry, his attitude was obviously much better, and he even tried to restrain his pressure.

Luo Chuan... a dead genius, actually still had such a big face and residual power!

Countless sighs sounded from the hearts of the cultivators present. They naturally felt the terrifying power of this dark and fat man. Even the Emperor-level generation leader of the Tianxing Saint Sect was nailed in the air by his pressure. What kind of cultivation realm is this!

"This guy, why did he come here! And come to participate in the son-in-law selection competition? Is he bored?"

In the crowd, Luo Chuan, who was hidden in the shadows, raised his head and looked at Kunpeng loudly with cold eyes. He cursed loudly in his heart: "Great Sage, what are you doing! This is Bai Yiqing's game. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for turning against you!" (To be continued...)