Chapter 971 New Legend (Second Update)

"Hmph, the devil's disciple is indeed not a good thing!"

Seeing a strange donkey stealing the show, all the cultivators in the room were so angry that their noses were twisted, especially those from China's orthodox and ancient families. They originally planned to let their juniors compete for the limelight in the foundation-building realm. , which is good, all the limelight has been snatched by that strange donkey, so what else are you trying to rob? They know they are invincible, and because they don’t want their children to lose to a donkey, many aristocratic families originally planned to let their children fight. Yeah, I might as well just retreat and let that weird donkey go to the field to toss...

However, this strange donkey is the disciple of the devil after all. Such a disturbance made everyone in the room think of the lawless little devil. Because of the previous events in the Little Fairy World and the Demonic Abyss, Shenzhou and the Little Devil There are already complex grievances between the demons. According to Shenzhou's wishes, a hush-hush order has even been secretly issued to prevent people from mentioning the little demon so that he can be forgotten as soon as possible. However, this donkey Such a big commotion in the martial arts performance made the little devil's reputation suddenly rise again, which was exactly contrary to Shenzhou's wishes.

"However, the third round is about to begin!"

Some people whispered: "A new legend is about to be born, suppressing all enemies, like the sun rising, dimming the stars!"

Such a sentence made the cultivators in China feel a little relieved.

Although the rise of Master Fusu made the ancient family in the Central Region feel a little unhappy, at any rate, in comparison, it was still acceptable. After all, before this, if anyone was the most famous person in the world, it was the little devil. Fang Xing did not think otherwise, especially in the last battle of the devil, he defeated the seven masters of China alone, which made his reputation spread far and wide.

Since that battle, although the little devil has died, his popularity has not diminished for a while, even overshadowing Fuyao Palace Young Master Situ, who has always been known as the number one junior in China. More importantly, this time The incident started because Shenzhou wanted to sacrifice him, so his name was like a stain on the reputation of the ancient Shenzhou family. The louder his reputation became, the more shameless the ancient Shenzhou family became!

Instead of covering this up by blocking information or even twisting the truth, it would be better to promote a new genius as soon as possible, let his light outshine that devil, and then make all the practitioners in the spiritual world forget about that devil as soon as possible. Demon...

Yuan Family Fusu should be able to do this!

The preparations for the third round are complete. Compared with the first two rounds, the venue is undoubtedly wider and the sealing runes are more powerful!

At this time, I don’t know how many people turned their attention to Young Master Fusu of the Yuan family, but this man was sitting cross-legged on Xiaohua Peak, next to the old god of the Yuan family, his eyes were downcast, his aura was low, and he looked unfazed by favor or humiliation. , he seemed to turn a blind eye to the countless surprises or enthusiastic looks from the people around him, and just kept his true heart, with a gentle breeze and calm clouds, and a vaguely reclusive style of an immortal, outstanding!

However, what made Zhu Xiu a little disappointed was that Mr. Fusu did not step onto the ring immediately and show off his invincible style. Instead, a tall man stepped onto the ring. This man was neither a saint nor a saint in Zhuzi's dojo. The disciple is not a master secretly trained by the fairy world. The white robe is empty and there is no radiant seal. He looks like a casual cultivator...

This makes people a little puzzled. Who among the cultivators in the world has not learned some knowledge from the rules of the third ring of Fuyao Palace. This third ring is actually prepared for the saint's disciples. Now, who can reach a high level in the world of cultivation and is invincible even to the Nascent Soul? Apart from the hundred disciples of saints in the Dojo, who can reach such an astonishing level?

And where did this man, or rather a casual cultivator, get the courage to take the third round?

Are you asking for humiliation?

"Hey, old man, can you still make this offer?"

In the mountains and forests, people were already gathered in front of the fortune-telling old man's big blue stone, and they started to laugh.

"Yes, of course, who do you want to buy?"

The old man who was telling fortunes was lazy, with a bunch of elves behind him, all of them harvested this morning.

"They say you are the Iron-Known God, but I would like to ask, who will win in a duel between this casual cultivator and the disciples of the saints in the Dojo?"

The cultivators all came to ask with smiles. Some people had the idea to make the old man pay for it.

"Hey, I bet this casual cultivator will win..."

The old man's eyes were sparkling with cunning, and he smiled and spoke.

The cultivators were overjoyed and rushed up one after another, ready to make a big bet. At this moment, the person who wanted to fight had already appeared on the stage. It was a disciple from Penglai Immortal Island in the Eastern Region of China, who was also accepted by the saint. When the disciples of the saints arrived at the Dojo, all the cultivators rushed forward, vying to buy the disciples of the saints to win. The scene was chaotic for a while, and countless people were looking at the old man who was telling fortunes.

However, the battle between the fields soon surprised them!

The saint's disciple was indeed extraordinary. He controlled three fire dragons and displayed his amazing fire skills to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

But the casual cultivator opposite him was not in a hurry. He singled out Fang Tian's painted halberd, stepped on it, and swung the halberd horizontally...

"Bang!"

In the astonished eyes of the cultivators, the saint's disciple spit out blood and fell off the ring, unable to stand up.

Everyone was shocked and silent!

How could a disciple of a saint be so helpless?

Even if this boy is only one of the weakest in cultivation in the Dojo, he shouldn't be knocked off like this, right?

"A certain family, Lu Fengxian, is willing to draw a halberd in his hand to challenge the saint's disciples. Who dares to fight me?"

But at this moment, the tall man on the field waved the Fangtian Painted Halberd and shouted into the void around him. There was a hint of sadness on his face, as if he was holding back a burst of anger in his chest and abdomen, and so With a loud shout, there was a sense of determination, and the momentum on his body exploded, scattering the clouds in the sky. The whole figure seemed to be much taller, standing proudly in the middle, challenging the enemies from all directions!

"Lu Fengxian, is that the abandoned son of the Lu family? Lu Fengxian, who was once known as invincible?"

The cultivators around him were all shocked. Some people thought of this abandoned son of the Lu family who was once famous.

Looking at the casual cultivator, the old fortune teller smiled and murmured to himself: "This guy seems to have suffered a lot..."

"Bold, dare to violate the power of Zhuzi's dojo?"

After that loud shout, someone appeared again soon. It was surprisingly a disciple of the saint in the Zhuzi Dojo. He came from Bai Yujing in the southern region of China. He was carrying a long sword. He was obviously angered by the words of the abandoned son of the Lu family. The Zhuzi Taoist Temple can be said to be extremely sacred in China, and these disciples of the saints are all proud of their own identities, and of course they cannot be scorned by others...

"What kind of monastery is there for all the disciples, the most talented people in the world, and a loose cultivator from a certain family, who are you afraid of?"

Lu Fengxian didn't say much to him at all. He shouted loudly, held halberds in both hands, and rushed forward with a rumble.

A halberd flew across the air, with overwhelming arrogance. He didn't even care how his opponent responded, and directly hit him with violent force.

"Kala"

The opponent had just sacrificed the magic weapon, and without even activating the divine power in it, he was knocked off the stage by the halberd and the magic weapon.

Kill the enemy with one blow, and your power is unparalleled.

The surrounding cultivators, whether it was the cultivators in China or the big figures from other traditions, were all shocked by this person. It was obvious that this person's cultivation level was only the Golden Elixir Mahayana, and he should have entered the state of killing me, but his His cultivation level definitely doesn't seem to be much higher than his opponent's, but he is extremely powerful and invincible. More importantly, this person seems to be full of resentment. Every time he strikes, he hits with all his strength, leaving no escape route. , which made him almost surpass his own level of strength as soon as he took action, knocking his opponent directly off the ring.

If it's a life-and-death fight, the opponent may still have a chance to win the round, but in the ring, you can't go on stage and fight again, right?

"Hahahaha, the saint's disciple is nothing more than that. If Lu is here, who else dares to fight me?"

After defeating two opponents in succession, Lu Fengxian stood up on the field, brandished Fang Tian's painted halberd, and shouted angrily at the surroundings.

"Stop being so arrogant, I'll fight you!"

After a long silence, someone shouted loudly again and rushed onto the stage. However, they were not disciples of the saint, but the true successor of another great tradition.

"roll!"

Lu Fengxian shouted loudly, flying his heavy halberd across the sky and sweeping the mountains with all his strength.

He seemed to have been holding back a lot of anger and came here to vent his anger. He was merciless. In less than half an hour, he defeated eight opponents in a row. These eight people included saint disciples and Taoist disciples. It can be said that all of them are ordinary people, but under his square-shaped painted halberd, there are no three-in-one generals. Everyone's magic power was shattered by him, and they were knocked off the ring mercilessly, losing their face. …

"You've had enough limelight, so let me take you off the stage..."

Finally, one of the first-class experts couldn't sit still. Amidst the cold shouts, he stepped onto the stage. It turned out to be the divine son of the Meng family, an ancient family in the Central Region.

"Then come on!"

Lu Feng looked at this person first, but he didn't see the dignity and awe that a member of an ancient family should have. He treated him as if he were an invincible person. As soon as the opponent stepped into the ring, he rushed forward with a halberd, and Fang Tian drew his halberd across it. The void tore a huge hole in the void, like a black lightning that emerged out of thin air, rumbling towards the Meng family's divine son a hundred feet away.

"He has a lot of brute strength..."

The divine son of the Meng family was slightly surprised and took a step back. He made seals with both hands and laid out formation patterns to block the attack.

After shouting in a deep voice, he was about to take the opportunity to fight back, but he didn't expect that after Lu Feng's first blow, he hit him with a second blow.

boom!

This blow was harder. The Meng family's divine son was so surprised that he could only close his mouth, take the blow forcefully, and take half a step back.

"Come again!"

Lu Fengxian yelled, and the third blow followed closely, without any time to breathe and concentrate.

The divine son of the Meng family had a solemn expression on his face, and he could only hold on to his strength, take another blow, and take two steps back.

But he didn't expect that Lu Fengxian would be polite and would not spare others. One blow followed another, one after another, and each blow was as heavy as a mountain.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

After nine strategies, he had already retreated to the edge of the ring. His face was horribly pale and full of aggrievedness. However, Lu Fengxian became more and more courageous as he fought. He struck him with a booming halberd, which was even more powerful than the previous halberds. The heavy, hit Meng family god son let out a muffled roar and exploded with force. He used all his magic power to break open Lu Fengxian's Fangtian Painted Halberd, but he could no longer stand firm and fell straight down the ring.

Another win, nine wins in a row!

The surrounding cultivators looked extremely shocked, with faces full of surprise and confusion.

Lu Fengxian, on the other hand, was as heroic as mad and shouted loudly: "What kind of Taoist school and disciples of saints are so highly praised by others, but there is no real genius? It's just a pity that the only opponent worthy of Lu's respect is, I can’t get into this arena anymore…”

After saying that, his face turned livid, he took a bottle of wine from his arms and poured it towards the ring.

"Devil, it's a pity that you die..."