Godly Dragon Guard

Xia Shan'er and Ning Xiaoyao were in the fourth and fifth groups respectively, taking the wheel in front of Shen Lang.

The two women were quite lucky. Their opponents in the first round were only half-immortal, so they won the first game almost effortlessly.

Those descendants of the Seven Saints also won the competition easily. The first round is just an appetizer, for the strong,

"Group six, match two thousand three hundred and seventy-five, Shen Lang versus Wang Sheng."

The elder of the Seven Saints Palace who presided over the martial arts meeting held the jade slip of Sai Cheng and read loudly.

In an instant, the whole place was boiling.

"Shen Lang? Is this person the new disciple acquired by Patriarch Tianying?"

"No way, the elders of the sect also need to participate in the martial arts meeting? Are they people with the same name?"

"The portrait of Elder Shen Lang has been spread throughout the Seven Sacred Palaces for a long time. When he comes on stage, we will naturally see the results."

The monks in the audience were talking a lot, full of surprise and curiosity.

They also wanted to see what the mysterious monk who could be accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Tianying was really capable of?

When the elder of the Seven Saints Palace who presided over the martial arts meeting read Shen Lang's name, Shen Lang opened his eyes from meditating, jumped up, and flew to the ring in the center of the Square of the Seven Saints Palace.

"Who is this person? Why is he still wearing a mask?"

There was a commotion in the whole place, and almost all the monks' eyes were focused on Shen Lang.

Now that it was his turn to play, Shen Lang had no need to hide his appearance. He directly took off his mask and revealed his true colors.

"Wow!"

The whole place was in an uproar, and it turned out to be Elder Shen Lang.

As the newly appointed elder of the Seven Sacred Palace, almost all the disciples of Shen Lang had seen his portrait, so the monks immediately recognized him.

The monk named Wang Sheng turned into a ray of cyan light and floated to the center of the ring. He and Shen Lang stood on each side, and the two sides were at war with each other.

Wang Sheng is an elite disciple of the Seven Sacred Palaces. His cultivation level is at the peak of the early human immortal stage, which is higher than Shen Lang.

"Tsk, tsk, Elder Shen's opponent is actually Senior Brother Wang Sheng. This showdown is interesting!"

"Senior Brother Wang Sheng ranked among the top five hundred in the last sect disciple assessment. Elder Shen is in the early stages of his cultivation and is no match for Senior Brother Wang Sheng."

"This Elder Shen is really unlucky. He met such a strong opponent in the first battle."

"Brother, what you said is wrong. Since the other party was accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Tianying, he must be something special. This showdown is worth watching!"

Seeing that Shen Lang's opponent had a higher level of cultivation than him, all the monks in the room became very excited and couldn't wait to see how Elder Shen would face the enemy.

On the ring, Wang Sheng stared at Shen Lang opposite him, with a hint of arrogance on his face: "It turns out that this fellow Taoist is the new initiate, Elder Shen Lang. He has been famous for a long time. Unfortunately, Elder Shen is not very lucky. You met me in the first scene. Although you are an elder of the sect, don’t expect Wang to be merciful!"

Wang Sheng was secretly happy, feeling that he could finally shine in the limelight this time, defeating the elders of the sect. This matter would be spread out, and he would be proud of his face.

He almost didn't consider the possibility that he would lose to Shen Lang. Wang Sheng felt that facing a guy with a lower cultivation level than himself, it was basically just a matter of two or three moves.

Shen Lang said calmly: "No need to talk nonsense, just attack with all your strength, and let me see the skills of the elite disciples of the Seven Sacred Palaces."

"Haha, if that's the case, then Wang is welcome!"

Seeing Shen Lang's pretentious words, Wang Sheng said with an unhappy expression.

"This duel begins now!"

Following the order from the elder of the Seven Saints Palace who was presiding over the ring battle, Wang Sheng struck preemptively, preparing to use the most beautiful and gorgeous move to kill Shen Lang's body.

"Earth Immortal Technique, five-color flowing fire!"

Wang Sheng formed a dharma seal with his hands, and colorful firelight burst out from the dharma seal, which was brilliant and dazzling.

Before he could activate these fancy five-color fire to attack, a breathtaking purple-gold light suddenly flashed from the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows, and the Holy Demon Eye opened!

"Devil's Phantom Eyes!"

The Holy Demonic Eye between Shen Lang's brows suddenly shot out a streak of blood, like a violent storm, towards Wang Sheng who was still casting spells and attacks.

"ah!!!"

Large bloody hallucinations poured into Wang Sheng's mind. Wang Sheng's body twitched violently, and after a shrill and horrifying scream came out of his mouth, his pupils lost their luster, and his body fell straight down, unconscious.

Shen Lang turned around and left the ring, and the audience froze on the spot, looking at each other.

"Wang Sheng has lost his combat effectiveness. The winner of this match is Shen Lang!"

The elder of the Seven Sacred Palaces, who presided over the martial arts meeting, announced loudly.

As soon as the words fell, the audience exploded.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Then how come Senior Brother Wang Sheng fell down before Elder Shen Lang took action?"

"It's not that he didn't take action. Elder Shen just used some kind of brilliant pupil technique, and he instantly killed senior brother Wang Sheng with just one look..."

Most of the audience with lower cultivation levels were confused. Only a few disciples with higher cultivation levels could tell that Shen Lang had used the pupil technique and knocked down Wang Sheng in just one encounter!

After Shen Lang's Holy Demonic Eyes were gestated for a period of time, their abilities were much stronger than when they first took shape. When dealing with monks who did not exceed his level of cultivation, he could knock them down with just one strike of the Demonic Eyes.

After roughly understanding what was going on, the disciples of the Seven Saints Palace in the audience couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

It seems that Elder Shen Lang is not as simple as they imagined. His strength may be beyond imagination. From this duel with Wang Sheng, we can get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg!

No wonder the other party was accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Tianying, this person really has some abilities!

Seeing Shen Lang winning so neatly, the three girls Xia Shan'er, Ning Xiaoyao and Bai Weiwei also looked happy. They didn't feel much surprise, they just felt that this was the way it should be based on Shen Lang's ability.

In the first battle, Shen Lang shocked everyone with his skills!

Not only the disciples, but also the elders of the Seven Saints Palace who were seated directly in front of them also showed expressions of surprise. These old earthly immortal monsters with profound cultivation had extremely sharp eyesight and could see things deeper.

The purple-gold spiritual pupil between Shen Lang's eyebrows is not a cultivated magical power, but more like a transplanted spiritual pupil. It is extremely high-end. Illusion seems to be just a type of his pupil ability.

It seems that the ancestor did not just randomly recruit disciples because of his enthusiasm. This boy is indeed extraordinary.

The duel in which Shen Lang instantly defeated Wang Sheng attracted the attention of all the experts in the field.

"Celestial Eye? No! The Heavenly Eye cannot release illusions, but a human body can possess such a rare spiritual pupil. This person is really not simple..."

Dai Tian, ​​who was in a corner of the Seven Saints Palace Square, looked at Shen Lang's purple-gold holy eyes that glowed between his eyebrows, with a slightly interested expression on his stern face.

"Grass!"

Seeing Shen Lang being in the limelight, Yuan Fei cursed in his heart, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, this bastard Shen Lang is indeed capable. He will definitely not be able to escape the top ten, and he may even compete for the first place!