Chapter 442: Holy Gate: Dragon Gate 1 (second more!)

"Little Island Master, the two middle-aged people behind that genius doctor are very strong, and one of them should have reached the half-step pill stage!"

"Oh, right? This genius doctor Wang is really a character, and he has a good power at such an age!"

In the center of the Tianjiao Shaojie's playing field, the Master Haijiao Shaojiao glanced at the three corpses on the floor, and said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, it's pretty good, but after you completely provoke the holy doctors this time, I am afraid that in the future, there will be more misfortunes. Unless he hides, he will definitely fall!"

"Not everyone uses the invincible strength of the island owner!"

The two middle-aged faintly commented that there was no change in Wang Xian's killing of the three disciples of the Holy Sect forces.

"Yes, not everyone has the strength of my father!"

Young Island Master Hailong showed a proud look on his face. His father was the goal he pursued throughout his life.

Haijiao, a famous name in the world, deterred one party.

A person has the prestige of the holy gate.

Few people know that his father once destroyed a foreign Saint-level power alone, and his strength was unmatched.

In the entire Asian waters, they are among the best.

And he knew that the power his father had was far beyond everyone's imagination!

"A woman in Miaojiang, that monk Huahua and that little white-faced youth, which force is that?"

The Master Haijiao Young Island glanced across the field, slowly getting off the car, and asked with a smile on his face.

"If you guessed correctly, that monk Huahua should come from the Demon Temple, and the young man from the Demon Palace!"

A middle-aged slightly dignified guess.

"Mosha Temple, Zombie Palace!"

The Haijiao Young Island Master was taken aback for a moment, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking: "Two people from the magic way, are they about to be born?"

"I don't know, if it is really born, the rivers and lakes will be confused!"

The middle-aged said with a calm face, as if reminiscing.

The so-called magic way is not about practicing magic attribute techniques, nor is it the perverse and innocent people in the novel.

It is a real evil spirit who manipulates corpses, refines people into puppets, and **** blood to harm others who improve their cultivation.

This group of people is called the magic way in the arena, because their practice hurts the heavens and the truth.

The magic way was once strangled by the sacred gate headed by the Donghua sacred gate and the rest of the sacred powers and powerful sects.

Nie Wushuang, the head of the Donghua Sacred Sect, was known as the number one powerhouse in the world during that demon-killing operation.

So far, the devil's way has been hidden, and it has not been born for fifty years.

"The Demon Temple uses blood demon to condense the blood demon to improve the cultivation base, extract the essence and blood of humans and other creatures, and then refining it. The demon palace of the corpse focuses on refining itself into corpses and other people into corpses. The cultivation methods of all sects are extremely cruel. They come to participate in the Tianjiao Young Masters List, and it must be that the Demon Dao is really about to be born!"

There was a smile on the face of Young Island Master Haijiao: "It seems that this year's Tianjiao Young Masters list is competing for hegemony, and the opponents are those two guys!"

"With the strength of your innate pinnacle, Young Island Master, coupled with a few innate spiritual weapons, what about the magic way? Fifty years ago, didn't you have to hide and survive!"

The middle-aged smiled and flattered towards the Haijiao Young Island Master.

"Haha, even so, I can't underestimate them, let's go!"

With a confident look on his face, the Young Island Master Haijiao slowly walked towards the position of the ring.

The service staff who held this contest came to stand on the top of the arena.

Around, all the young disciples walked towards the position of the central ring.

One by one sect disciples stood in a distinct position.

In the field, there are a total of five arenas, and five matches can be played at the same time.

Wang Xian and Xiao Yu walked towards the biggest arena in the center.

Around, the other Sacred Sect disciples also walked towards the central arena.

"It's about to start soon, my god, I just looked at it secretly. There are a dozen or so innate-level princes of heaven, four or five times the previous!"

"We don't have the slightest hope, but if we can see the most outstanding talents of the present vie for the front, we won't lose this trip!"

"The masters in the world are going to be embarrassed. Their strength ranks at most a dozen!"

"The people here this time are better than the other!"

Some young disciples next to each other looked at the powerful pride of heaven and talked in a low voice.

Wang Xian and the others came to the bottom of the ring, and a crowd of Xiao Clan standing beside him, Xiao Ran smiled at him.

"Doctor Wang, long time no see!"

At this time, there was a soft and pleasant voice in the ear.

Wang Xian turned his head and looked at Tang Yinxuan, with a smile on his face: "Miss Tang, it's been a long time... see..."

As he said, he felt the muscles in his waist tremble, and the corners of his mouth twitched, looking at Guan Shuqing and Lan Qingyue on both sides.

"Hehe, Doctor Wang is really suave!"

Tang Yinxuan saw Guan Shuqing and Lan Qingyue next to Wang Xian, an inexplicable expression flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned slightly cold.

"Ahem!"

Wang Xian smiled serenely, without speaking.

Several elders next to Tang Yinxuan looked at her suspiciously, and whispered a few words.

"The ranking of Tianjiao Young Masters is based on strength. Everyone must be clear about the rules. Anyone can enter the ring, and the top 20 can engrave their names on the cliff for admiration. On the ring, life and death are up to you. !"

At this time, the voice of the organizer was uploaded from the ring.

It's very short and there is no redundant introduction, but everyone knows it.

"Don't come up if you have less than half a step of innate strength. This year's ranking of Tianjiao Young Masters is a bit interesting!"

A faint voice came, and everyone looked around, looking at the middle-aged man with an island portrayed on his clothes behind him, with a look of awe on his face.

Haijiao Young Island Master.

The corner of Haijiao's Young Island's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes swept across the young people, with smiles on their faces: "Twenty, then twenty of us will compete for this ranking!"

"what?"

The words of Young Island Master Haijiao surprised everyone around him slightly.

"Twenty people? Are there twenty innate talents here?"

"This... how can there be so many, Jiangcheng King's genius doctor and his younger sister, Haijiao Young Island Master, Xiao Clan Xiao Ran, Qiao Clan Qiao Fuzi, Tianyinmen Saintess Tang Yinxuan, Anmen Double-sided Saint Son, Huahua Monk , The mysterious young man in the sedan, plus the three innates currently ranked by Tianjiao, there are only 13 in total!"

"The woman with a steel ring on her neck should also be born, fourteen!"

"There are still six people? My God, this year's Tianjiao Young Masters ranking half-step congenital is not eligible!"

Everyone looked around with shocked faces. In the past, the martial artist had the qualification to compete at level 9, but now they are not qualified!