King of Gods

At the ceremony.

Duanmu Qing regained his gaze and began to communicate privately with the present emperor.

"Elders, this time, I still have one thing to discuss with you."

Duanmu Qing suddenly opened his mouth.

There were several great emperors present, eyes exchanged, and a few people, thoughtful.

"Duanmu the Great, is this matter related to the ‘half **** relics,?”

The ancient Roman Emperor smiled.

"It is this."

Duanmu Qing nodded and said: "The number of places in the semi-god's remains is basically fixed. In principle, there will be no change in the number of places."

Hear it here.

Several emperors present at the scene understood the intentions of Duanmu Qing.

He wants to get a place for his disciple to get a "half **** garden".

If the position of Duan Muqing is before the quota is determined, this is not difficult.

The problem is.

The quota for the semi-god relics has been basically confirmed.

"The number of places in the semi-god's relics is divided into two types: internal and open competition. Among them, the number of open competitions is public and difficult to intervene. Unless it is replaced in the default quota."

The ancient Roman emperor sank.

There are a total of fifty places in Xuanzhen Shengzong and the semi-god relics.

This is ten times the gap between Jinshan Zong, the peak of two stars.

but.

As a super-small Samsung, Xuanzhen Shengzong genius is like a star, even the blood of the Taikoo Wans

Here, the number of great emperors adds up, at least dozens.

Every king, emperor, has received several disciples.

Therefore, the competition for 50 places is also very intense.

"There are a total of ten places. There are ten. It is worse than this..."

Guro the Great quickly came up with an idea.

Several great emperors, who read the exchanges, quickly made decisions.

"It has to be like this."

Duanmu the Emperor gently sighed.

The default quota is a genius with background.

If you want to replace one, you will inevitably offend the interests of some people.

However, the five-hundred-year-old semi-god relics are rare.

Duanmu the Emperor rarely received his disciples. This time, it was difficult to collect a talented genius, and it was associated with the purple night aunt. Naturally, I would do my best to help.

Time goes by.

The apprenticeship is getting closer to the end.

At the ceremony, Zhao Feng realized many true disciples of Xuanzhen Shengzong.

"The chief disciple ‘Nang Gong Sheng, did not come.”

“Nan Gong Sheng has been attending the secret law of the Holy Land recently. Half a year ago, he reached the level of the half-step king.”

Some true disciples, whispered.

The "Nan Gong Sheng" among the population is the first genius of Xuan Zhen Shengzong.

At the same time, he is also the sacred place, one of the best geniuses.

Referring to the "Nan Gong Sheng", Jiang Fan, who is even the blood of the Taikoo family, shows a few awe.

"If my cultivation is done, I can upgrade to the Great Dan, so even if it is a half-step king, I can fight."

Jiang Fan clenched his fists.

In the Xuanzhen Shengzong, his blood qualifications can be said to be one of the best.

But what is the reason, his age is only in his twenties, not comparable to some young geniuses in their thirties.

"Jiang Shidi, you don't want to be discouraged. The whole holy place, the age of the Taikoo Wan nationality, only two. In the future, your real opponent should be ‘thousands of sacred ancestors, the nightmare.’

Chen Yilin reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Actually.

With the strength of Jiang Fan’s ancient and ancient people’s list, the strength has surpassed some of the great Dan’s lords.

"The semi-god relics, there are still three months. I will, like the brother of Chen, kill the ‘the holy land ten days.”

In the eyes of Jiang Fan, there is a spirit of fighting spirit. The blood of the Taikoo people in the body seems to stimulate the burning under the idea.

Today’s apprenticeship, Jiang Fan’s stimulation is not small.

This is all due to the pressure brought by Zhao Feng.

The changes in Jiang Fan did not escape the eyes of his master "Guru."

The ancient Roman emperor nodded secretly. Jiang Fan has always had the blood of the Taikoo people, and his heart is quite high. The practice is not a special effort.

"Sail, the next three months, personally teach your practice for the division."

The voice of the **** of Guro, suddenly sounded.

"Thank you for your respect."

Jiang Fan’s heart is uplifting. His goal is to kill the “10 days of sacred land”.

Only with such strength can he kill a piece of heaven and earth in the semi-god's relics.

Guru, the gaze of the Emperor Duanmu, thought that his disciple, with the mythical blood of the Taikoo Manchu list, could not be lost to the disciple that Duanmu the Emperor had just received.

Half a day later.

The apprenticeship ceremony is over.

Since then, Zhao Feng has officially become a true disciple of Duan Muqing and has become a member of Samsung's super-large class.

Zhao Feng understands the good intentions of Duanmu Qing.

"Zhao Feng, if you don't expect, you will get a faecal retreat, but at the same time, you have to be prepared to be challenged."

Before leaving, Duanmu Qing opened the way.

Semi-death garden?

Zhao Feng couldn’t help but be surprised and surprised.

At the ceremony, Zhao Feng exchanged ideas with some true disciples.

He learned that the number of places in the semi-god's remains has been determined.

But I did not expect that Duan Muqing managed to win a fixed quota for him.

"Thank you for your respect."

Zhao Feng’s heart is also grateful. Duan Muqing is fighting for this quota for him, and he must pay some price.

because.

In the Samsung sect, there are more than one or two emperors, and the number of kings is as many as dozens.

And above the great emperor, there is also the hidden king of the sacred light.

Go back to your accommodation.

Zhao Feng sits cross-legged and his heart is difficult to settle.

Since the encounter with Duan Muqing, his life, as well as his status, have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Zhao Feng’s gaze was cast on the courtyard outside the house.

The moonlight night, slamming the courtyard with a layer of silver frost.

Do not know why.

In the Samsung Super Buddhism, his thoughts drifted to the distant Qinghua domain.

In my mind.

The elegant and quiet, like a woman in the painting, is inexplicably emerged.

"Zhenwu Holy Land... Half-God Relics... I must seize this opportunity."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and closed it up.

After arriving at the Zhenwu Holy Land, his journey has basically been completed in half.

The next morning.

"Zhao Feng, give it to me"

"You must look at the left, where is your sacredness, just entering the holy sect, it will replace my quota."

A voice full of resentment came from outside the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard.

Some of the strong geniuses of Xuanzhen Shengzong stood and watched the excitement.

The master of the voice is a broken young man, glaring and round, his face almost twisted.

"Zuo Hong's younger brother, your default quota, was replaced by that Zhao Feng?"

"This kind of thing is rare in the holy place of Zhenwu."

In the crowd, some of the members of the Zongmen are deeply sympathetic.

On the background.

This Zuo Hong's master is the king of the virtual gods with a very senior qualification in Zongmen. He is also a real-powered elder.

On the repair, he is less than thirty, but he reached the late stage of Xiao Dan Yuan Jing.

In a burst of noise.

A blue-haired youth came out of the courtyard.

"Zhao Feng, you finally came out."

Outside, many disciples of the Zongmen members are all angry and indignant.

"It is a true disciple of the Emperor, and it is shameless that you violate the principle of stealing places."

Most people sympathize with being a "weak" party.

After all, the default quota was originally Zuohong.

"The decision of the sects of the sects, the left one did not dare to violate. But the left only wants to verify, this Zhao Shidi, is really qualified to replace my quota."

Zuo Hong looked sneer.

Today’s behavior is the master of the king behind him.

The qualifications of Duanmu the Great, Zongmenli, very few people can match it.

Especially on that day, the emperor's projection came, and the reputation of Duanmu the Great was raised to a new height.

but.

It is okay to make it right, to do it, and to make secret efforts and tricks.

If Zuo Hong challenges this time, if he can defeat Zhao Feng, then the quota that Duanmu the Emperor seeks for his disciples will be difficult to "justify."

Even in the Samsung sect, everything is based on strength.

Zongmen will not waste precious places on an incompetent person.

Just beat Zhao Feng

By then.

The master of the king behind Zuo Hong can ask other emperors to "correct" the matter.

Not doing well.

This incident can be plagued by the "premature elders" who can't be seen in the world.

All the tricks have been brewed.

Zuo Hong, he only needs an opportunity.

just now.

He was in full view and challenged Zhao Feng.

This will be the first step.

"Well, I promise you the challenge."

Zhao Feng did not hesitate.

Yesterday, Shizun "Duan Muqing" also reminded him.

The wisdom of the people who can be respected as the great emperor is also extraordinary.

After a while.

Zhen Xuan Shengzong, near an ancient duel, gathered hundreds of people, all looking forward to the excitement.

There are also a few disciples who are present.

"Chen brother, the South brothers are here..."

In the crowd, some true disciples look at two of them.

Chen Yilin and another "Southern Brother" looked at the two figures on the duel with no expression.

The cultivation of these two people has reached the late stage of the Great Dan.

"Chen brother and Nan brother are one of the ten days of the Holy Land."

"It is said that they all had a record of challenging the 'half-step king.'

In the eyes of all, there is awe.

at this time.

In the duel.

Zhao Feng and Zuo Hong are floating in a mountain.

The metaphysical platform of Xuanzhen Shengzong is also very mysterious. The inner middle is equivalent to a small space, simulating various environments, mountains, rivers and forests.

This battle is also highly anticipated.

There are at least a dozen gods in the sky, and even the presence of the great emperor.

"Everything is ready. As long as Zuo Hong wins, I will ask the elders who are not in the world to be fair."

One of the gods of the virtual gods, with a hint of coldness, overlooks the bottom.

"Master Zuo Hong, it’s just fighting, it doesn't mean anything."

Zhao Feng is well-rounded.

"What do you mean?"

Zuo Hong has a slight glimpse.

"We have a gamble. If you win, the quota, Zhao will give up."

Zhao Feng faintly opened.

"This is true, if you lose, let me give you the quota?"

Zuo Hongxin is full of flowers.

Unexpectedly, everything came so simple.

"As long as you can be in the hands of Zhao, stick to ten strokes, even if you win. But if you lose, do you want to show something?"

Zhao Feng is slow and rational.

Ten strokes?

Zuo Hongyi stunned and there was a horror on the field.

"Hahaha ten strokes? The name of Zhao's kid, you are too arrogant. It seems that you are not clear, the true disciples of the Sanzong sect of the Holy Land have the strength to overcome the challenge."

Zuo Hong heard the words, not angry and laughing.

Although he was repaired in the late period of Xiao Dan Yuan, he was defeated by the great Dan Yuan Yuan.