Invincible Dragon Cultivation System

"Heaven and earth, I am the only one who is domineering, so domineering!"

Around, some young people who came to the Ruins of Solipsism for the first time looked at the two 500-meter-high stone pillars with shocked faces.

The eight characters above are full of recklessness and wildness, and contain a spirit of self-respect.

"Nine Princes, Princess Jian'er, Lord Sage, let's sign up first!"

In the back position, a dozen young people stepped forward, said to Wang Xian and the crowd, and immediately walked inside.

"In this martial arts meeting, all people under the age of 150 can participate, but the competition is divided into two areas, one is for youths under fifty, but for those over fifty!"

"Those who are at the hole virtual level can directly skip the previous competition and directly participate in the later hegemony!"

Ling Jian'er explained to Wang Xian from the side.

"Well, let's go in and take a look!"

Wang Xian nodded, looked around curiously, and walked inside.

The biennial martial arts competition held by the Sole sect is definitely not comparable to the selection competitions for disciples of some dynasties and second-rate forces.

As one of the three superpowers in the vast area, its competition venues are magnificent.

At the center of the two four-to-five thousand-meter-high peaks, one by one arena is suspended in the sky, surrounded by tens of thousands of arenas.

In the frontmost position, huge seats are suspended in the sky.

"Go, let's fly over and go to the front position!"

The face of the Ninth Prince has not been very good, he squeezed out a smile and said to Wang Xian and the crowd.

"Um!"

A crowd of followers of the Bingxin Dynasty flew over, and flew towards the frontmost position.

Because the Bingxin Dynasty is relatively close to the Solipsoid sect, their position is on the right side of the foremost Solipsoid sect.

A crowd of people flew over, Wang Xian and Ling Jian'er Wu Qingcheng sat in the center, and Bing Jinghuan sat aside with a gloomy face.

At a glance, the huge arena, one by one young people full of fighting spirit.

"Boom boom boom!"

It didn't take long for them to sit down, one by one, terrifying auras came from far away positions.

Feeling the overwhelming aura of self-respect, all the tens of thousands of people around fell silent.

Everyone looked over in awe.

Hundreds of figures flew over here quickly.

Headed by the two elders, the elders of the seventh rank of Dongxu, and the two elders of the Socrative Sect.

Around, there are deacons and disciples, there are disciples participating in the competition, and disciples watching the battle.

The most eye-catching among them is the three people next to the two elders.

Two of them are two peerless arrogances in the sky and underground, and in the middle of them is a middle-aged man.

Compared with the two Tianjiao in the sky and the underground with golden crowns, the middle-aged man in the center looked even more high-profile.

A handsome face, long hair, and a bright crown on his head. In the center of the crown, there are four bright golden words on the crown.

He looked forward proudly, as if he hadn't put the world in his eyes.

"The two middle-aged people in the center of Tianjiao in the sky and the underground are called Aotian, the only one who is the sole teacher of the sect, and his 130-year-old has the cultivation base of the fifth-order hole!"

"Is highly valued by the solipsists, and it has a great possibility of reaching the ninth order of the void!"

Wu Qingcheng saw Wang Xian looking at the middle-aged man, and whispered.

"Oh? I'm just over one hundred and thirty years old, and I'm a fifth-order, even worse than you!"

Wang Xian raised his brows and said with a smile.

"Hehe, of course it cannot be compared with Pastor Wang and us!"

Wu Qingcheng smiled, his strength now has broken through the fourth-order of Dongxu, and he is extremely confident that he will break through the first or even second-order in the next few decades.

A crowd of Solipsoids flew towards the seats suspended in the void one by one in the front.

"Huh? The prince of Wuqing City of the Wuji Dynasty came unexpectedly, Aotian, go and entertain you!"

Two Dongxu seventh-order elders were sitting in the central position. An old man swept his eyes and found that Wuqing City had actually arrived. He immediately transmitted his voice to Aotian!

"The one next to him should be Pastor Wang, who is now in full swing, and hello too!"

The other elder's gaze fell on Wang Xian's body, added.

"Oh? Wuqing city is here? And the sage of light?"

Aotian's gaze with a domineering and domineering look all over his body, his eyes shone with luster.

"Go, let's pay a visit!"

He swept the two Tianjiaos in the sky and underground beside him, and said lightly.

The crown prince of Wuji Dynasty, and a sage of light of the seventh step of the hole, even if they are the only self-sect Ao Shi Lingyun, they will do the etiquette they should have.

"That damn guy!"

Seeing Wang Xian, the two Tianjiao in the sky and underground showed hatred on their faces.

"If you have the strength, you can kill the Pastor Wang directly. If you don't have the strength, then forget it!"

Aotian felt the anger of the two Tianjiaos in the sky and underground, and said lightly.

"Brother, we know that one day we will kill him!"

The two Tianjiao in the sky and underground took a deep breath, hiding their killing intent, and said in a deep voice.

"Um!"

Aotian nodded, and his figure moved, looking at Wang Xian and Wu Qingcheng.

"Wu Qingcheng, Pastor Wang, I didn't expect the two to come to our solo meeting!"

With a faint smile on his face, Aotian shouted at them.

"Huh? The Royal Prince of Wuqing City has come down? The sage is also here?"

"There, I didn't expect His Royal Highness and Pastor Wang to come here!"

Everyone around was slightly surprised, and quickly looked over. When they saw their figure, their faces showed respect and awe.

"Hehe, come and have a look with Pastor Wang!"

When Wu Qingcheng saw them flying over, he stood up and said with a smile on his face.

"This is the Pastor of the Sage of Light, it's better to see it for a long time!"

Aotian looked at Wang Xian and said lightly.

"Long Yang!"

Wang Xian also moved towards him and said lightly.

"Haha, Jiu Yang, I hope Pastor Wang will not bully my group of juniors!"

Aotian said, leaving the two heavenly and underground arrogances beside him.

"People don't offend me, I don't offend people, I don't have the habit of arousing people!"

Wang Xian smiled.

"Hmph, you wait for us, one day, we will use your blood to shame!"

Hearing Wang Xian's words, the two Tianjiao in the sky and the underground roared coldly with the killing intent in their eyes.

Wang Xian felt the murderous aura on them, his pupils condensed slightly, and he looked at Aotian faintly: "Your Junior Brother, some want to die!"

A warning sounded, causing everyone around Bingxin Dynasty to stop breathing, and Bing Jinghuan's eyes flickered.

Aotian shrank slightly when he heard Wang Xian's question, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

"Aotian, are you bringing people here to find things? Is this your solipsism's hospitality?"

Wu Qingcheng watched this scene, frowned and said faintly.

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