The dozen or so Lords of Sacred Land are no exception.

Among them, the weakest Sacred Land has only one Saint and one Saint Weapon.

If there is one more Saint Weapon, it will definitely improve the overall strength of the entire sect.

After all, even if this Saint Weapon cannot be used by oneself, it can be exchanged for massive resources to improve the sect.

Not even just them.

Even Xuan Chengzi was a little moved.

Although the Qingyun Sect has a profound foundation, he only owns one Saint Weapon.

"Master Wu..."

At this moment, a saintly master with a strong body and a round waist asked shamelessly: "Master Wu, can we participate in this competition?"

He is Lei Meng, the Lord of Leiyang Sacred Land.

As soon as these words came out, the others next to him looked at him with disdain.

This guy is really shameless for Saint Weapon!

However, there was a hint of expectation in their eyes.

That's Saint Weapon!

Why didn't they want to compete in person?

Wu Ning glanced at the person who asked the question funnyly. This guy was indeed thick-skinned.

You are a holy master, a strong man of Saint Realm, and you actually want to end up robbing something with a group of juniors!

Where is the face?

Lei Meng said that as long as he can get the Saint Weapon, his face doesn't matter at all.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Wu Ning expectantly.

Wu Ning wanted to refuse directly, but then she changed her mind.

"Okay, it's not impossible if you want to participate."

"real?"

Lei Meng looked surprised.

Others' eyes also lit up.

Wu Ning nodded and said: "If you want to end it personally, you must seal your cultivation in the King Realm First Layer Heaven."

"Okay!"

Lei Meng didn't even think about it.

As long as he can get off the field, with his level, even if he is suppressed until the King Realm First Layer is sealed, isn't it easy to deal with these little guys who have just entered the Conferred King?

Wu Ning smiled and pointed, and a stream of light instantly disappeared into Lei Meng's body.

"This is……"

Lei Meng was shocked when he noticed an extremely strange energy penetrated into his body, instantly suppressing his cultivation level to the King Realm First Layer level.

He glanced at Wu Ning in shock. Unexpectedly, this young Master Wu was actually a Transcendent Level expert!

Seal his cultivation with one finger...

Even the top Saint King can't do it with just this skill, right?

"Okay, go ahead."

Wu Ning waved her hand.

"Thank you sir, I, Old Lei, will go."

Lei Meng hugged his fists respectfully, and then rushed off the high platform.

The others looked at each other, their eyes falling on Wu Ning several times.

While shocked by Wu Ning's terrifying strength, they were all eager to give it a try.

Xuan Chengzi struggled for a long time, but still couldn't let go of his dignity.

Wu Ning asked directly: "Does anyone else want to go?"

"I!"

"And I!"

"Master Wu, count me in!"

"..."

More than ten Holy Masters stood up one after another.

No one at the helm of the other sect forces spoke out. The Holy Lord had already gone to hell personally, so they didn't dare to fight.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see the sun the next day.

With the fate of more than a dozen Holy Masters, this Qingyun Taoist Conference has completely changed its flavor.

Although the cultivation realm of these Holy Lords are suppressed in the King Realm First Layer and cannot use the power beyond the realm, they themselves are the first-class pride of heaven, coupled with thousands of years of combat experience, They basically crushed Prodigy who sealed the first and second layers of King Realm.

Making these Prodigy shout unfair.

Isn't it Prodigy?

What will happen to a bunch of old monsters?

"I am a hundred-year-old Conferred King and have been a saint for three thousand years. Why am I not considered a Prodigy?"

Lei Meng said disdainfully: "You brats can't even beat me to seal the King Realm First Layer Heaven. What kind of prodigy are you?"

"..."

The faces of the other Holy Masters also remained unchanged. They were all people who had lived for thousands of years and were unimaginably thick-skinned.

I don't care at all about being laughed at by some juniors.

The edge of the martial arts arena.

Lin Fan looked at the almost one-sided battle with an extremely solemn expression.

Prodigies who participate in the Qingyun Taoist Association are basically around a hundred years old, and those who are granted the title of King Realm are generally no more than one hundred and fifty years old.

In addition to him, there are two other people who have been granted the title of King Realm Third Layer.

However, facing a group of old monsters, these two King Realm Third Layer prodigies could barely remain undefeated even if they used all their cards.

There is little hope of winning.

Unless there is some big killer move that can turn the tables.

He considers himself to be stronger than the other two prodigies who were granted the title of King Realm Third Layer, but it is not easy to defeat these old monsters.

"Brother Great Master, why don't you take action yet?"

A group of Qingyun Sect disciples were looking forward to it.

Now the only ones who have the best chance of defeating these old monsters are their Great Master brothers.

Lin Fan shook his head and said: "Don't worry, wait for me to make a breakthrough."

"??"

Lin Fan's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

On the high platform, Xuan Chengzi also left for a while.

The battle in the field continues.

Within half an hour, all the young Prodigy were defeated.

Subsequently, the Prodigy Conference became the Old Monster Conference.

Two hours passed in an instant.

By the time Lin Fan returned to the martial arts arena, more than half of the dozen Holy Masters had been eliminated, leaving only the last four.

Lin Fan smiled and quietly observed and studied, still not in a hurry to take action.

"You actually broke through so quickly?"

Wu Ning saw through his cultivation at a glance and granted him the title of King Realm Fourth Layer.

Breaking through so quickly must have been supported by the sect.

Although Xuan Chengzi did not die personally, it seemed that he placed his hope on Lin Fan.

Xuan Chengzi was calm and calm, watching with interest the few old guys below beating you to death.

The final winner must be from the Qingyun Sect.

He is going to order this Saint Weapon!

Another half hour passed.

Lei Meng punched Holy Lord Qianyuan away, "Hahaha, Saint Weapon is mine!"

"Senior, junior, please enlighten me."

Lin Fan entered the room in a daze.

"Qingyun Sect Lin Fan... I guess you want to take advantage of me?" Lei Meng glared.

In order to defeat others, he paid a high price.

At this moment, the combat strength is greatly reduced, and the battle is hanging in the balance.

"Come on, let me see how much you weigh!"

Lei Meng quickly swallowed a handful of pills and waved to Lin Fan.

Although there is suspense, there is no fear.

His six thousand years of combat experience are not something that a little kid in his early centenarian years can shake!

"Senior, I'm offended!"

Lin Fan made a fist and rushed towards Lei Meng in an instant, using all his strength as soon as he took action.

"Seal King Realm Fourth Layer to Heaven?"

Lei Meng's heart skipped a beat, this battle became even more suspenseful.

However, Lei Meng can defeat other Holy Lords, so they are naturally a fierce group!

Even though his combat power was greatly reduced at this moment, Lin Fan, who had sealed the King Realm Fourth Layer, was only slightly behind.

"Brother Great Master will win!"

"Brother Great Master will win!"

One hundred thousand Qingyun Sect disciples shouted in unison, cheering for Lin Fan.

The momentum was so great that it soared into the sky.

On the other hand, at Leiyang Sacred Land, hundreds of disciples were silent.

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