Just when Men Luosheng's mind was racing with thoughts, he was wondering if he should accept a disciple.

On the ring, Ji Boyi circulated his true energy and shook out the blood splashed on his body. Before the result was announced, Shi Shiran walked off.

The expression of the elder who presided over this martial arts performance changed and he was about to explode. Elder Jin had already taken the lead in applauding, squinting his eyes and smiling in praise.

"Our holy sect is really full of talents. With a genius like Xue Yisanqi, it is only a matter of time before he can overtake the righteous way."

In fact, what the Shura Demon Sect wanted was to seize the leadership position of the Cangtian Demon Sect. However, they had to consider the impact in public, so they took Zhengdao as their biggest opponent.

Under Elder Jin's dagger-like gaze, the elder who presided over the martial arts performance had no choice but to hold back his breath and announce that Ji Game was the winner.

"Master, is this too high-profile?"

When Ji Boyi returned to Elder Shu, the latter asked slightly worriedly. Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just caring about his disciples on the mountain.

"It's okay. Although Mengluosheng is top-notch in terms of scheming and intelligence, he is only second-rate in terms of Yidao cultivation. With my level, I can deceive him."

Now that he knew that Men Luosheng was coming to see him, how could Ji Game not make preparations? The deity hidden outside the Blood River Mountain used great magic to deceive Tianji, and then fabricated the fate of Xueyi Sanqi again, so that just Yi Dao could

The second-rate thing Mr. Monroe mistakenly thought that he had seen through everything.

"Next, if everything goes well, when I win the first place, I will be able to enter his eyes. Xiang Qingchi has been taken away, and he should really want a disciple who can pass on his legacy!"

Ji Boyi was scheming in his mind, the blood in his eyes was pure and bright.

But in the arena of Xuehe Yanwu, he will not stop bleeding and dying because of him. Although he now has countless prying eyes, there are also more people who are fighting bloody battles for a chance of immortality.

There were a total of ten mountains in Blood River Mountain, and eighty disciples took turns fighting. In just one day, thirteen people died and twenty-seven were seriously injured.

The next day, Taixuhua met a disciple of Level 5 Daoji at the top of the fourth mountain. After a few moves, he consciously admitted defeat. Although his opponent had a high level of cultivation, he could not deal with the unfathomable Taixuhua.

Very fearful. Not forcing excess.

Thus, the first game ended in a friendly manner, with no casualties on both sides.

Then, it was Ji Game's turn again. This time, his opponent was a disciple of the third level of Daoji.

The iconic skeleton figure attracted everyone's attention the moment he came on stage.

"The second hilltop, Wei Rufeng!"

The opponent was obviously one of the disciples who saw Ji Boyi kill Ye Qinglong with a single blow yesterday. He did not look down upon the opponent because he only had the cultivation level of Wuluo's true body. His attitude was solemn, as if he was facing a monk of the same level.

"The seventh mountain top, blood one thirty-seven!"

Ji Boyi opened his mouth, which stuck to his jawbone like old tree bark, and said a name that made countless people's brows jump.

"Sure enough, the foundation of the great avenue has not been condensed yet..."

"Let me see if you can still create miracles."

"Hmph, the opponent was injured last time. It was his luck that he was able to defeat him. I don't believe it this time!"

An inexplicable thinking flows in the square of the Blood River Palace, but it has not affected the goodness of Ji Guanyi's goodness.

After he reported his name, he operated the blood rivers in the body, and the invisible gas soldiers had been condensed again. The right palms of the five fingers were continuously extended to the sword with cyan particles in the bloody light.

"Smile!"

Ji Guanyi opened the posture, and the opponent obviously would not look at him to enhance the momentum. His hands became claws.

The game is covered with all around.

"Okay, although Ru Feng has not yet exceeded the four -turn realm. However, this type of blood claws have already gained the true meaning of moves, even if it is the old man's luck."

A elder sitting next to Elder Jin, shaking his head and shaking his head. In fact, his disciples on the stage were such a cheeky and boasting, so that the people present could not help but show disdain.

Later, they focused all their attention on Ji Guanyi's body, and wanted to see how he cope with such pure power and move.

Facing the tips, Ji Guanyi's complexion is unchanged, or his complexion is so terrible in the eyes of ordinary people.

Gradually drawing out, it seems that all the changes of moves are exhausted, which contains the power of shocking and stirring soul.

"Bloody claws" had just climbed to the extreme, but was easily cut off by this palm knife. Wei Rufeng's original rosy face was instantly pale, and then suddenly vomited blood, and the meridians had to retreat to the platform.

"good!"

Elder Kim immediately made an applauder, and he did not hide his attitude of appreciating blood for 137. And the elder who had just praised his disciples had just praised his disciples, and he was in a flash of "blood -bleeding". It was very embarrassing.

"What's going on?"

"Put the water? Or cheat?"

"You know a fart. Although Brother Liu's claws have already been fired and pure, there will be a flaw in the moment before the power is issued to the extreme.

The power of the blood -stroke claws continued to rise, and it also forced Brother Liu to bear the backfraction of the claws. "

"This kind of flaws may not even be able to grasp even Brother Gai Tian and Brother Long Zhan Tian."

"this……"

After the mystery of a few brilliant generations said, the truth that shocked all the disciples was shocked. Even the elders sitting before the palace also looked dignified.

The flaws of "blood claws" can see, but they want to grasp and force the opponent to suffer themselves accurately. Even their elders of Jin Dan can do very little.

In other words, with their cultivation, for this low -level martial arts, as long as it is crushed with pure mana, you don't need to play this kind of accidental control.

However, for Ji Gaming, who is currently pretending not to be self -cultivation, this micro -exercise method is the only explanation that he can overcome challenges.

After showing a handling, Ji Guanyi ignored the elder who presided over the ring, and Shi Shiran stepped down. The latter had to declare that he was promoted under the eyes of Elder Jin's sword light eyes.

On the third day, everyone's eyes were concentrated on the skeleton shelf standing beside the elder.

Among the top twenty people who participated in the Blood River Performance Martial Arts this time, only Ji Boyi was in the realm of reincarnation. The rest were all at level 4 or above of Taoist level, and there were even a few masters who were about to condense the golden elixir of the Taoist level at level 6.

Today Ji Game's opponent is a fourth-level Daoji disciple from the top of the mountain, who is also at the bottom of the top twenty. The two of them are facing each other. It is said that Elder Jin and Dou Changlao from the top of the mountain have a tacit understanding.

Both of them thought that the other was a soft persimmon and wanted to make their own people go further.

And the final result was that Ji Boyi once again showed off his micro skills, hitting the Jade Pillow point on the back of the opponent's head with a sharp Qi wind, breaking the "Shura Qi Gang" that the opponent thought was extremely strong.

After that, Ji Boyi, as the biggest dark horse in this martial arts performance, became the biggest topic of the Shura Demon Sect with his unique appearance and unique micro-management methods.

And on the fourth day of the martial arts performance, something unexpected happened!

Many elders were waiting in front of the palace two hours in advance, standing respectfully on both sides, as if waiting for the arrival of someone distinguished.

This is completely different from the previous two days where I showed off my authority by checking in or being late.

Seeing this scene, Ji Game knew that Men Luosheng had appeared.

In addition to him, many disciples have guessed this. Several disciples of the sixth level of Taoji looked solemn and wanted to leave the best side for the leader who was about to appear.

After about an hour, Men Luosheng, who was wearing a green shirt, finally walked out of the palace. Accompanying him was Elder Jin, whose belly was slightly protruding.

"Okay, you all are the pillars of my holy religion. There is no need to be polite to me. Please sit down."

Menluosheng was very strict in his methods. Even though he said so, the elders still waited until he sat down before taking their seats one by one in order of status.

Afterwards, many disciples raised their heads and held their chests high, especially the ten people standing in front. They wished they could open their hearts and let the leader in front of them see how suitable they were to be his disciples.

"Let's get started!"

It's a pity that Men Luosheng didn't even look at the nine people in front of him. His eyes only stayed on Ji Boyi's strange figure for a moment, and then said to the elder presiding over the martial arts performance with a smile on his face.

The elder named Gan is also at the second level of Jindan. Although he is also from the Blood River Palace, his status cannot be compared with that of the leader's confidants like Elder Jin. This time when he saw that he had a chance to perform, he immediately made the best move.

gesture, using the most standard way to announce the disciples to come on stage one by one.

"In the first game, the dragon on the second hill fights against the sky, and the blood on the seventh hill is 137!"

The results of this match had just come out, and the crowd was in an uproar. But immediately everyone remembered that Mr. Monroe was present, and immediately lowered their voices and only used their eyes to express their surprise and expectations.

Long Zhantian is the chief disciple of the Second Mountain Top. His cultivation has already reached the sixth level of Dao Foundation and he is about to condense the golden elixir of the Dao. He has always been a popular figure in the Blood River martial arts and is regarded as the favorite to win the championship.

As for Blood 137, no one knew this name a few days ago. But today, everyone knows it. Even the popularity of Monroe during this period cannot compare to this weird shape.

A disciple of the bloody generation who has repeatedly achieved miracles.

After hearing his name, Long Zhantian at the top of the second hill looked solemn. He put away the folding fan in his hand, narrowed his eyes on his handsome face, and looked coldly at Ji Boyi, who looked like a skeleton.

But the latter grinned and suddenly made a request.
Chapter completed!