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Chapter 120 Competition (1)

On the other end of the altar, thousands of magic cultivators gathered. This is a field of the altar, so many people watch it here.

"Here you!" Some sharp-eyed demon cultivator suddenly shouted loudly when he saw something. All the demon cultivators with low strength looked up one by one.

I saw a man slowly flying in the sky, and it was a contestant who participated.

"It's Qin Shan of the Blood Realm Demon Sect!" Someone exclaimed. Among the Demon Sect, there are naturally some powerful leaders. The Holy Altar Demon Sect Conference requires people below the Demon Division to participate. And below the Demon Division, there are some powerful Demon-free Stage masters who are extremely famous in the Central Continent. Although Qin Shan is not very famous, it is also relatively famous, so it is now recognized.

Now there was a sigh: "I don't know who is so unlucky and will become his opponent!"

"That is, it is said that Qin Shan's Blood Domain Magical Art has reached the eighth level!"

"Oh my God, the eighth level, the blood domain magic skills are in total, and he has actually practiced to the eighth level. No wonder he is said to be a genius of my demon sect!"

"Of course, and his own strength has also reached the early stage of Demonlessness!"

"You don't know that it was a while ago, Qin Shan personally killed a middle-stage master in the Demonless Stage during a sect mission!"

"It's so powerful that you can kill the middle-stage master in the early stage. It seems that his opponent is really unlucky!"

"Huh? Look." Someone was surprised.

Everyone looked at it and saw a man in blue walking in slowly.

"Isn't this person a contestant?"

"He is actually a Taoist cultivator!"

"That's right, Dao Xiu is here to participate in the competition!"

"This is nothing. There are not many Taoist cultivators in that Demon Sect. As long as they are willing to work hard, no matter what they practice, our Demon Sect emphasizes nature and casualness!"

Qin Shan stood on the stage and watched Gao Lan walk indifferently. Perhaps, in his eyes, Gao Lan was already a dead person.

Gao Lan looked at Qin Shan in front of her and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that she was so lucky that she met an expert in the early stage of the Demon-free period in the first stage of the first competition.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked out of the referee table, held the scroll in his hand, and said, "Qinshan, the Demon Sect of Blood Domain!"

Qin Shan said calmly: "That's right!"

The old man nodded slightly, probably had heard of the top young man, and then said, "Gao Lan, the Purgatory Demon Palace!"

"Here!" Gao Lan said.

The old man didn't look at Gao Lan more because he had never heard of this name. Moreover, he subconsciously thought that this person might have been used by the Purgatory Demon Palace to die.

"The competition begins!" After the old man said that, he flew away from the competition stand slowly.

Qin Shan was not in a hurry to do anything, and said indifferently: "Your name is Gao Lan?" His words were completely in the tone of the above-mentioned person.

Gao Lan knew what the other party was thinking as soon as he heard it. After all, he now seemed to be a mid-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage. Instead, he asked, "You are Qin Shan!"

When Qin Shan heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes and said ruthlessly: "If you don't want to eat a toast, you still want to spare your life, but now it seems that there is no need for this!"

Gao Lan didn't care at all: "Haha, since that's the case, my life is here, please take it!"

When the audience below heard this, they looked at each other, and some even thought Gao Lan was too nervous and frightened.

Qin Shan smiled coldly and a small stone appeared in his hand.

As soon as this object appeared, someone exclaimed: "Don't move the mountain, the rumored ancient treasure!"

"It seems that Qin Shan is going to take a ruthless move!"

"Yes, that Gao Lan, I guess he can't hold on even a meeting!"

The people below and the host were not optimistic about Gao Lan and discussed how long Gao Lan could last.

Gao Lan frowned slightly. He was really not familiar with this magic weapon. He has always paid attention to martial arts. In terms of magic weapons, the only one is the Sword of the God. He had known that in the world of cultivation, cultivators pay great attention to magic weapons. However, he has not yet competed with the same-level masters who are good at using magic weapons. He always believed that practicing is one's own body, and it is not necessarily beneficial to rely too much on external objects.

Next, a blue light flashed in Qin Shan's hand, and the hill flew into the sky. After a moment, it turned into a small hill as big as a ring, pressing towards Gao Lan.

Gao Lan quickly sensed that this hill was extraordinary and was not comparable to an ordinary mountain in terms of hardness and weight. He was not stupid enough to greet him. When he spread his breath, he moved away quickly, and the mountain was hit in the air.

Qin Shan showed surprise: "It's not bad, the speed is not bad, it's more interesting!"

Afterwards, a cat chased a mouse, and continued to shoot without moving the mountain, while Gao Lan continued to use her breath to fly.

After a long time, Qin Shan felt a little embarrassed, and Gao Lan was also annoyed.

Qin Shan stopped in the air and appeared in his hand with a handful of golden scissors.

The golden scissors became larger in an instant, and two golden lights crossed the scissors towards Gao Lan.

Gao Lan showed a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword

boom!

The black light and golden light in the sky mingled, illuminating the sky. Then, under the shocked eyes of people, the golden sword was knocked away. Gao Lan, who had always been despised by people, still stood there calmly, as if she had no effort at all.

"How is that possible?" The audience couldn't help but whisper.

"This person is actually a master!"

"It seems that today's competition is not easy!"

Qin Shan held the golden swords that flew back back and sneered, "I didn't expect that you were not simple!" He began to pay some attention to Gao Lan, but he still did not regard the other party as a strong enemy.

"The magic weapon is not my strength. Since that's the case, I'll let you see my skills!" Qin Shan said coldly.

Gao Lan smiled disdainfully. This person is really thick-skinned. Compared with him, he is just a small figure. He can't do anything to him, but he said that he is a magic weapon, which is not my strength.

After a moment, Qin Shan really took back the magic weapon and put it back into the storage bag. The storage bag is different from the Qiankun bag. Although the storage bag is also very large, it cannot be expanded. The space of the design is always so large. Moreover, the storage bag cannot store living things.

Gao Lan's Qiankun Bag has an incredible space now, which is as big as a medium-sized city, and it can be a single small world.

Next, red light began to emerge from Qin Shan's body, gradually expanding outward.

"Blood Domain Magical Art!" Everyone said in surprise. Even the host looked at it twice, and it was obvious that the Blood Domain Magical Art was indeed famous.
Chapter completed!
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