"Qiang Qiang Qiang" While Li Haocheng was observing, there was also the sound of weapons clashing not far away.
Li Haocheng turned around and saw two young people fighting in a ring.
The cultivation level of these two young people was not very good, they were only in their twenties, but the excitement of both parties and the surrounding spectators However, Li Haocheng secretly admired Yuan Qingyun's idea despite the author's enthusiasm and the rewards placed beside him.
The Jianghu forces in this world are very interesting.
They are basically closely connected with the temples.
Although they are not indistinguishable from each other, many times the battles in the Jianghu are actually the needs of many political forces within this world.
Therefore, although the martial arts conference is officially regarded as a grand event for the martial arts world, in fact, except for a few top powers, most of the casual people from the martial arts world who come are just here to witness the grand event.
But Yuan Qingyun didn't think so.
With the convenience of his own landowner, he built eight arenas in Wuzheng Villa, allowing young heroes or heroes to compete on the stage, and no matter who wins or loses, they can get some gifts from Wuzheng Villa.
In this way, not only did it greatly satisfy the young man's desire to be competitive, but he also successfully sold a huge favor to many people from all walks of life who came to participate in the martial arts conference.
Don't underestimate these scattered people.
Their existence is similar to that of some low-level literati in some yellow-level worlds.
There are not many extraordinary power dynasties.
Although one or two have little influence, after they are integrated, they build this world.
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And now, the martial arts conference is being held in Wuzheng Villa, and Wuzheng Villa has sold these low-level warriors such a big favor, allowing them to show themselves on stage, which will definitely make most of the people in the world grateful, and the reputation of Wuzheng Villa will also be reduced in the future.
Go one step further.
A loud "clang" sound came from the side, awakening Li Haocheng who was thinking.
He raised his head again and saw that the two young men who had just fought had finished.
At this time, standing on the stage was a monk.
He clasped his hands and had three Twelve layers of Qi light rose up, entangled with each other and turned into a golden Gang Qi.
With him as the center, it suddenly expanded to form a huge ancient golden bell.
There are looming Sanskrit characters floating around the golden bell.
The protective monk is within three feet of the body.
No matter how the young man holding the mace on the opposite side swings the weapon in his hand, it only sparks sparks, but there is nothing he can do about it.
Li Haocheng, the golden bell cover, was slightly surprised, but the next moment he turned his attention to the other side, where a powerful force was rising.
"Hahahaha Yuan Qingyun, I heard that you are holding a martial arts conference here, so you don't invite me, ancestor."
Loud shouts like rolling thunder came from the sky, followed by a whirlwind of scorching flames coming from the sky, and huge waves of raging tongues of fire fell down.
Dozens of people in the world who were standing there unable to escape were making miserable sounds.
After screaming, he fell to the ground covered with burns.
In the middle of the vacated piece of land, energy was flying and flames were swirling.
Standing in it was a lean old man with long fiery red hair.
He had a terrifying aura around him, and the tips of his hair were dancing slightly, like burning flames. .
"How dare Old Devil Chiyan come in alone?"
A young hero next to Li Haocheng recognized the identity of the person and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, and then quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would pay attention to him. .
Li Haocheng just shook his head at his performance and continued to look in several other directions.
A powerful aura erupted everywhere, overwhelmingly pressing towards Wuzheng Villa.
How could the scattered people gathered in Wuzheng Villa resist the pressure of these masters and even the great masters?
They all ran away with their heads in their hands.
Li Haocheng followed the crowd and took a few steps back, and then several qi energies rose up in Wuzheng Villa. , stand firm again.
"Chi Yan, what are you doing here?"
After the words fell, a figure rushed out, raised his hand and punched, more than sixty qi lights intertwined in the mid-air, an illusory shadow of the God of War emerged in the mid-air, and the war song of the golden horse and the iron horse sounded in the sky and the earth, Ruoyuoruo.
The bloody air flowed into the void, and the fierce energy that surged over and over again was like thousands of heavy armored cavalry charging into battle, forcing the scattered people around them to retreat again.
"Well done."
The old devil Chiyan laughed loudly, holding his hands up, and blazing fire energy surged up.
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The same sixty-plus layers of energy appeared, and a Vulcan shadow appeared behind him.
The two collided, and a powerful The energy stirred up the surrounding land, and countless pieces of earth and rocks, together with the covering grass and mud, were lifted up and flew in all directions like a heavy rain.
These splashes contain the energy of the two, which is something that the world can carry.
Just when the casualties were about to appear again, the monk who originally used the Golden Bell suddenly stepped forward.
He first clasped his hands together, and the thirty-plus levels of energy that were originally displayed surged again, reaching the level of forty-nine levels.
Then his arms suddenly waved, creating countless phantoms in an instant, as if he suddenly gave birth to a thousand arms.
The qi energy intertwined and turned into a Bodhisattva behind him.
A pale yellow light emerged from the Bodhisattva's body, pressing down and surging around him.
With his powerful energy, he shattered the splashing earth, rocks and mud, saving a dozen people standing beside him.
"Little monk, if you want to save people, your strength is still a little bit behind."
A chuckle sounded from behind the monk, and then a soundless but fierce energy that contained various strange auras easily broke through.
The formed golden bell phantom was pressed against the monk's back, just as the person who was attacking him was preparing to use his palms hard to shatter the opponent's heart.
A feminine finger force rose up from the side and aimed at his critical point.
The man's complexion changed slightly and he quickly retreated.
However, he didn't want the finger force to follow closely behind him, and it was so changeable that no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't avoid it. open.
He secretly felt cruel in his heart, and the sinister energy intertwined between his hands.
With the dancing palms, he found that the opponent's feminine energy was just an illusion.
The person who fell into the empty space and attacked immediately knew something was wrong.
But before he could react, just like the monk just now, a palm suddenly stretched out from behind, and the same energy that was silent but contained countless changes followed the palm and blasted into his body.
After the Qi Jin entered his body, it traveled through the meridians throughout his body, constantly destroying him.
The person who attacked him took two steps forward, and blood continued to flow from his nose.
He turned to look at the person who made the attack.
I saw Li Haocheng retracting his palm, with a faint smile on his lips, and the eyes he looked at him without the slightest negative emotion.
The strange look made the person who attacked him feel shaken.
At the moment when his mind was lost, a ray of clear light appeared in Li Haocheng's eyes, and was projected into the other person's sea of consciousness through the eyes of each other.
Countless memories turned into information flows and merged into Li Haocheng's heart.
"That's it."
Li Haocheng smiled and raised his hand again to draw circles in the void.
The layers of energy changed, blocking the shadows of the fists that kept hitting.
He looked at the violent, evil, cold and ferocious eight-armed statue standing behind it.
The man in the shadow of the demon said softly: "Your meeting gift is a bit overwhelming."
Hearing this, Chi Yuan Mengxing roared angrily, and the demon phantom behind him surged in aura and took action again
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