Pill God Returns

"Tang Xu, it's been a year since you and I met each other. Now that we meet each other, we have to compete."

At this time, a young man stood up. This is a real disciple from the Wumeng. He jumped and flew directly down.

"Zheng Yu, just in time."

Tang Xu is not polite either. He directly opens a big move. It's freezing for thousands of miles. He sees endless cold ice. The cold air is fierce. The frost soul is all over the sky, making it frozen for thousands of miles.

At this moment, countless people can't help but fight a cold war. The temperature of the air drops so much that it seems that in a flash, it's a very cold winter. The fierce cold wind blows constantly, which will freeze the soul of people.

"Ice thousands of miles?" Zheng Yu was also fearless, roared, and the red fields turned. A violent force broke out from him, forming a solid defense to prevent the erosion of the cold air. Even if the cold wind was howling outside and the cold air was pressing, he could not help it.

"Big Dipper." Zheng Yu had a big drink and raised his hand to play a unique skill. In a flash, the space vibrated, the heaven and earth roared, seven stars twinkled and coagulated. These seven stars, arranged according to the orientation of the Big Dipper, were completely simulated Big Dipper, which was quite visible.

ZHENG Yu's move was also a powerful terrorist kill.

Boom!

In that pair of shocked eyes, the two moves collided. In a moment, the space trembled, the wind and the clouds stirred, a terrible breath, crazy burst out, swept all over the country, powerful and terrible.

Seeing this, all of us are excited and enthusiastic. The battle between two real disciples has completely ignited the atmosphere of martial arts exchange.

In the end, Tang Xu was more powerful and won the battle. Someone opened his head, which was relatively easy to handle. Soon, dozens of battles were over. Wu Chen's Beichen hospital participated in several battles, but the results were not good. Both real disciples and ordinary disciples ended up in failure.

this made people in Tianchi frown. This is not a good start.

"But someone came down to fight in Beichen hospital?"

Once again, a young man put his idea on the side of Beichen courtyard. His cultivation is the peak of jiuchongtian in Zhenwu, and his strength is quite good.

"The situation in bechen hospital is not so good. It's called for a challenge."

"Yes, from the beginning to the present, several battles have all been lost, not ordinary disciples, nor true disciples."

"In recent years, beichenyuan's performance in various exchange meetings seems to be not good. It has shown a clear decline."

"It seems that the decline of Beichen courtyard has already begun. Let's take the top ten martial arts of the biggest event in dongxuanyu as an example. No one in the top four of Beichen courtyard has been in the top four for several consecutive times."

"I thought that after all these time, the situation of Beichen hospital has improved. I didn't know it was still like this. Alas."

On the side of Beichen courtyard, Shunyan and their disciples are naturally ignored. They are true disciples. They will not deal with the common disciples of jiuchongtian peak in Zhenwu realm. They can only be dealt with by Zeng Gong and their disciples.

However, Zeng Gong and them all frowned. They have lost several times in a row in Beichen hospital. If they lose again this time, it will be a big smile.

"No one down?"

The young man looks at Huang Yunzhong. In his memory, he seems to be the leader and the strongest among the ordinary disciples of Beichen Academy. If he can be defeated, it should be said that he is shocked.

Just as he was about to speak and name, a man landed.

"I'll do it."

All people's eyes are involuntarily looking at that person, puzzled and confused.

"What's the matter, friar qichongtian of Zhenwu realm?"

"It seems that no one can be found in the bechen hall. It would be a big joke to let a friar of zhenwujing qichongtian come on the stage

"Hahaha."

There was a lot of talk.

"How did he get up there?" Zeng Gong and others were surprised when they looked at each other. Although Wu Chen only had the cultivation of zhenwujing qichongtian on the surface, his strength was extremely strong. Even Huang Yunzhong was not his opponent. He was the strongest of the ten of them.

But it's also good. Wu Chen goes on stage, defeats his opponent and wins a game. Let others see. There are also some people in Beichen yard. They can't challenge anyone and any force at will.

"Boy, who are you?"

Young people look at Wu Chen up and down, and their eyes are full of disdain. A kid who is the seventh heaven of Zhenwu will dare to come on the stage. That's just his own way.

"Wu Chen."

Originally, Wu Chen didn't want to come down, but since he joined the Beichen courtyard, he was a member of the Beichen courtyard, and naturally wanted to contribute to the Beichen courtyard.

"You'd better go down, and let the best of you come."

A friar of zhenwujing qichongtian, he can't even mention his interest, let alone fight.

"Ha ha, Song Lian is not willing to fight. She dislikes the opponent's poor strength."

"There's no way to do that. If it's you, facing a real martial arts friar of qichongtian, you will have no grievance or enmity with others. Under such circumstances, do you have to go

"So it is."

Song Lian is the name of the youth.

On this side of the Beichen courtyard, Zeng Gong thought it was funny. The strongest one in the Beichen courtyard was Wu Chen.

"You can do your best."

Wen Yan, Song Lian is a little angry. This boy, he really doesn't know what to do. In that case, don't blame his ruthless staff.

"Boy, since you are determined to die, I will make you."

Song Lian's two fists agitated, but he was not powerful and angry. A strong momentum broke out, just like a storm, sweeping away. He cleaned up the boy first, and then Huang Yunzhong. It was not too late, anyway, it would not take much effort.

"Boy, I'm a fist, but I can beat even the top of jiuchongtian in Zhenwu. Are you sure you can take it?"

Song Lian's fist is powerful and surging like a storm, sweeping down to Wu Chen. As long as the fist goes down, the boy will be easily defeated without any effort. At this time, Wu Chen also moved. He was shocked by his body shape. A huge force broke out from him and rushed to the sky. The terrible force swept across the whole space, shaking the whole site violently. The wind was raging,

roaring. "This power?"