Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

"Miss Nangong's talent is indeed outstanding. She made a breakthrough again in a short period of time and reached the intermediate level of Martial Emperor. It's really gratifying." Jiang Chen looked at Nangong Mingzhu up and down, but found nothing unusual about Nangong Mingzhu, and smiled and clasped his fists in congratulations.

However, Nangong Mingzhu was startled by Jiang Chen's voice, which brought her from fantasy back to reality.

Not only was he a little panicked, but his delicate little face was red with a hint of embarrassment: "I haven't made a breakthrough for a long time. Now that I have experienced many battles, breakthroughs are natural."

"Brother Jiang, please stop being so polite. Just call me Mingzhu from now on. Nangong Mingzhu stared at Jiang Chen with spiritual eyes, but in the end she lowered her head.

Jiang Chen was stunned, then smiled awkwardly. With his wisdom, he understood Nangong Mingzhu's thoughts.

It's just that he only has the little Princess "360" in his heart, so naturally he can no longer be involved with Nangong Mingzhu. Not only did he cough lightly and said: "Today is the day when the training ground opens, it's better for Miss Mingzhu to join forces with me. This will give you a greater chance of success.”

Jiang Chen bit the pronunciation of the word "girl" very hard. How could he not understand Nangong Mingzhu's intelligence? Not only did his eyes darken, he sighed and walked out first.

If this was the cruelest bloody battle in this training ground, it must have been the time when Jiang Chen carried the Heavenly Tribulation to snatch the token.

That time, Jiang Chen's Transcending Tribulation trapped countless powerful people. At least six or more Martial Emperors died under the Heavenly Tribulation. As for the average number of Martial Kings who died, I don't know how many. It is impossible to estimate, but it will definitely not be less than twenty. people.

Six Martial Emperors and twenty Martial Kings died at once. If these achievements were placed outside the training ground, it would be enough to completely boil the Martial Heaven Continent.

However, the strong person who got the token today will be imprisoned, and the strong person who dies will definitely be higher than last time. This is a bloody battle.

The door to the Little Thousand World has been opened. It towers into the clouds and radiates endless milky white light. It makes people feel like a kind of divine power. They are like becoming ants in front of this door.

After half an hour of flying, Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingzhu had arrived in front of the door, but they did not go deep. They just stopped on the top of a mountain.

The man is wearing a green shirt, his back is straight, his black hair is as black as ink, and he is as plump as jade. The woman is wearing a palace attire, with a curvy figure, a delicate face, her hair is tied up high with a hint of coolness, and her temperament is like that of a divine being. Maiden is average and does not touch the fireworks of the world.

The two people standing on the top of the mountain are truly a sight to behold, as if they are the perfect match between heaven and earth.

Jiang Chen's green shirt was blown by the strong wind, and he stared at the circles of light above his head, squinting his eyes towards the door.

I saw those strong men who had not obtained the tokens already guarding there. They were divided into two rows and stood silently at the gate, like two lines of Divine Ability stretching for miles.

Looking again, not far from Jiang Chen and Jiang Chen, a young man wearing black robes and white hair was sitting cross-legged. He felt very indifferent, but his aura was very powerful, as if a giant dragon was dormant, allowing people to see Not clear about the depth.

In another place, a figure was lying on the big bluestone, using his arms as a pillow, and kept looking at his mouth to pour wine. When he saw Jiang Chen walking towards him, the strong man held up the wine gourd with a smile, took a sip, and threw it to Jiang Chen. In the morning, I look free and happy, drunk and singing.

Jiang Chen took it and lifted it lightly, took a sip with a smile and threw it towards the person opposite.

The person opposite was dressed in white and seemed to be free from the world. He was holding a bamboo flute in both hands. The sound of the flute had a desolate and desolate sound, which made people feel sad. He took the Jiangya wine gourd and poured it down directly.

The wine flowed into this man's mouth like an upside-down waterfall. His black hair was flying, and even though the wine was soaking his clothes, he laughed loudly: "Good wine, singing when drunk, what a life."

The wine gourd was raised again and passed among several people. It seemed that a special tacit understanding arose, and with a touch of emotion, laughter continued. Even the man in black robe who sat cross-legged and felt indifferent also felt the same. Laugh freely.

There are currently nine people present. I don’t know how many of them will survive today’s battle. This may also be a kind of indulgence.

The strong men on both sides of the place of experience, with backs as sharp as spears and awe-inspiring auras, stood silently watching this scene, but there was still a trace of emotion in their cold eyes, the emotion of a Martial Artist!

But when a sound broke through the air, the two rows of strong men showed murderous intent as cold as a knife.

I saw a strong man wearing gray clothes and with disheveled gray hair coming from the void, with circles of light above his head. This was one of the holders of the token...

There are ten token holders in total, and this is the last one. When this person comes, the nine people who were originally carefree and happy all have expressions of sternness and fighting spirit, like the cold wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, towards the door. The strong one rushes over.

They have to fight their way through the bloody road just to knock on the door!

"kill!"

The strong men in two rows faced the ten people who were shooting at them like powerful crossbows. However, their originally drooped eyelids opened silently, and they all roared with murderous intent.

Like a tidal wave, it suppressed the ten people from all directions. Each wave was higher than the other. The momentum was astonishing and seemed to destroy the will of the ten people.

Ten people stood in a row, with fighting spirit high in their bodies and blood in their pupils. Facing two rows of strong men with murderous intent that stretched for miles, they all took a step together, as if in response to them, and shouted loudly: "Fight! "

The word "war" seemed to ignite the fighting spirit in everyone's bones. At this moment, there was no status or scheming, only the pride in the Martial Artist's bones.

Without any words, the two parties fought towards each other like sharp arrows, tearing apart the heaven and earth with a casual blow, as if the heaven and earth were roaring.

"Fight!" The two parties fought together, and the combat skills they released were like fireworks, but they had endless power.

But at this time, everyone ignored life and death. Even Jiang Chen also exerted all his strength at this time, running the Splitting Infant Technique, firing two God-Destroying Fingers directly with two fingers.

If the finger falls, the person will be destroyed.

In an instant, 0.0 killed two strong men, but Jiang Chen felt a crisis, and the Dapeng flying wings spread out behind him.

After the combination of the two, he finally escaped a blow, and saw that the place where he was originally had been annihilated by several tyrannical attacks. After the dust settled, it became a deep black hole.

Previously, there was a young man in white standing opposite Jiang Chen on the top of the mountain, holding a bamboo flute.

At this time, his eyes were red, and the bamboo flute in his hand fell down, setting off a frenzy. I don't know how many strong men were annihilated by this blow, but he himself was also hit by the attack. He coughed blood and fell back, but then rushed back again.

Another figure struck a blow, accompanied by divine phoenixes and blue dragons, circling each other and reflecting each other. The great power forced many strong men to retreat together, but some people stayed on this land forever. .