The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

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"That's right." Mo Wu took out two letters from his pocket, "This is a letter from your brother Zhao Guangzhi in the last two months."

Zhao Guang?

Su Yu opened it and flipped through it, with a smile on his lips.

He was doing everything as usual, and his cultivation had successfully broken through to the second-order holy king.

However, what still puzzled Su Yu was that in the two letters, it was mentioned again that every moonlit night, someone secretly worshiped Li Guang and left precious pills for him to practice.

"Second Elder, do you dare to ask if Li Guang is still alive in the sect a hundred years ago?" Su Yu asked the Second Elder.

A hundred years ago, the Second Elder had secretly helped Li Guang, so he probably knew about Li Guang's situation.

Su Yu was deeply grateful to the friend who worshiped him.

Unexpectedly, the second elder was stunned, and suddenly asked: "Who is Li Guang?"

Mo Wu also looked at Su Yu with a strange face: "Master, how can you know Li Guang? Master is only thirty years old, how can you know what happened a hundred years ago?"

boom--

It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, resounding in Su Yu's mind.

Patriarch Li made it very clear that a hundred years ago, with the help of the second elder, Li Guangcai changed his fate of execution to exile on Shenyue Island.

Calculated according to time, the Second Elder is at least over a hundred years old!

Yes, in front of you

Su Yu was startled slightly, subconsciously said: "Isn't the Second Elder an old woman over a hundred years old?"

"Who do you say is the old woman?" The second elder gritted his teeth, slamming every word!

Even if the face is completely ruined, it is absolutely unbearable to be treated as an old woman by a little guy!

Mo Wu frowned lightly like a moon, and thought: "You mean, it must be the last second elder, right?"

Previous term?

"You should have heard about the death of an elder ten years ago, right? The one who fell was the Second Elder." Mo Wu quietly glanced in the direction of the First Elder.

Su Yu was slightly startled, he had indeed heard the rumors.

The First Elder and the Ten Elders are very powerful. There was an elder who opposed the First Elder, and finally disappeared for no reason, and was judged to have fallen.

Could it be that he was the last second elder?

"Master took over the position of Second Elder ten years ago, and he didn't know about Li Guang's matter you mentioned. You asked the wrong person."

Knowing the cause and effect, Su Yu took a deep breath: "So, the second elder is twenty years old, so he is the second elder of the sect?"

The corners of Mo Wu's mouth twitched slightly, with a hint of arrogance: "That's needless to say? The legendary elder of Liuxianzong, who do you think? If it wasn't for the fact that Master was injured ten years ago and his cultivation stagnated, now the Great Elder and the suzerain What is it? Master can be destroyed with a flick of a finger!"

The first genius in the ages? Su Yu stared at the second elder in disbelief, feeling disbelief surging in his heart.

Ten years of cultivation has not made an inch!

If there was no injury back then, then now

"Hmph! What are you looking at?" The second elder snorted coldly, but if you observe carefully, his delicate body is faintly unnaturally stiff.

Obviously, in his heart, it was quite useful to see Su Yu's shocked expression.

The second elder didn't care much about other people's reaction, she was already past the age of vanity.

Only Su Yu, she cared a little about his opinion.

Master's reaction made Mo Wu feel uncomfortable, and he snorted softly: "In short, the second elder you are looking for has long since died, and it is impossible for Master to know about Li Guang."

Hearing this, Su Yu withdrew his thoughts and sighed inwardly.

In this way, it is difficult to know the senior who worshiped Li Guang.

However, after taking off the heads of Xi Ruolan and Han Zhi, they can wait in front of the tomb and thank that senior.

"The second round of assessment, ready!" Xi Ruolan's plain voice came leisurely.

Su Yu looked back and fixed on Xi Ruolan, with a cold light flashing.

He will never forget that Li Guang died at the hands of his lover whom he had missed for a whole hundred years!

Compared to Han Zhi and Xi Ruolan, such lowly women should be killed!

As if sensing Su Yu's gaze, Xi Ruolan cast a light glance, then moved away in an instant, ignoring Su Yu's killing intent.

Mo Wu frowned slightly: "The second round of assessment is similar to the first round of assessment. It is to select the top experts and enter the final round. Only five people can be shortlisted in this round."

Su Yu looked around, except for Su Yu who stood out from the sixth-rank saint kings, the rest of the selections were all seventh-rank saint kings!

"Among them, there are three people, you need to pay attention! They are called the three holy kings! Except for the three of them, there has never been any holy king in the sect who can defeat them."

"Among them, Song Hanming ranked third, Yao Hong ranked second, and Long Fan ranked first!"

"The three of them are the peak holy kings of the seventh rank, standing above all the holy kings, within the sect, no one can beat them!"

"Long Fan, on the other hand, is superior to the other two. He is known as half-step dragon transformation, and he has the experience of challenging dragon transformation powerhouses before!"

Su Yu's eyes flickered and swept over the three of them.

Song Hanming is dressed in coir raincoat and bamboo hat, mysterious and unpredictable.

Yao Hong is charming, tall, and heroic, playing with a jade flute in her jade hand.

Long Fan is dressed in a luxurious scholar's attire, with fair skin and a feminine temperament, with a mountain and river fan obliquely inserted in his waist.

The temperament and attire of the three people are completely different.

Many seventh-rank holy kings looked at the three of them from a distance, with deep awe and fighting spirit.

Among the seventh-rank holy kings, they are the invincible myths of standing on the top and smiling proudly.

For five full years, no one could break the shackles.

If they fail to become dragons for a day, the rest of the seventh-rank holy kings will be crushed under their feet for a day. [,! ], never turn over!

These three people are also Jiang Baiyu's most powerful opponents in this challenge!

Especially Long Fan, known as half-step dragon transformation, the realm of the holy king, invincible in the world!

"Selection rules, group battle, 50 people are divided into ten groups, among which the strongest group champion will advance to the top ten, and then the top ten will compete, and the top five will successfully enter the third round of finals!"

In fact, if you enter the third round, you will be eligible for the Xianyun Ancient Temple.

Because, in the third round of the finals, only twenty people participated.

Fifteen of them are experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm, and five of them are the top five selected along the way.

The third round of finals, more meaningful, is the ranking of geniuses!

"I will draw names at random, and divide them into groups of five. In the same group, each person has the chance to challenge the other four people. The one who wins the most times will be considered the winner of the group."

After speaking, Xi Ruolan randomly selected a number plate, and arranged fifty Dragon Transformation Seven Realm powerhouses into groups one by one.

Su Yu was divided into the tenth group, the last group.

Watching the team members, one is a seventh-level peak, two are seventh-level masters, one is a seventh-level minor, and the last is Su Yu.

Mo Wu nodded slightly, then shook her head lightly: "Luck is not bad, nor is it bad."

"You didn't get assigned to the group with the three holy kings. You are lucky. However, in the group, there are more than three people at the seventh level of Dacheng. I have to say that you are very unlucky."

Among the fifty people, there are only fifteen Dacheng Saint Kings above the seventh rank, but one-fifth of the number are all concentrated in Su Yu's group. The competition is fierce, as you can imagine.

"The peak seventh-rank saint king in your group, named Cheng Hao, once challenged Song Hanming, one of the three best saint kings, and only lost ten moves with him. It shows that the strength is not small, but you are your strong opponent this time."

Cheng Hao? Su Yu nodded slightly.

"However, before that, the other nine groups will compete one by one, and it's your turn to get ten groups. Take this opportunity to see the strength of the three holy kings."

In the first group, there is Song Hanming who is one of the three holy kings!

"The first group came to the stage. According to specific rules, each person has four chances to challenge. But, there is one exception! That is, there will be four consecutive victories!"

Four consecutive victories in one catch means that this person is invincible to four people, and the rest of the competition will not affect the result. Therefore, the group competition will end early.

"The first group, the first match, Zhen Shicheng vs. Mengting!"

Zhen Shicheng, the peak seventh-rank saint king, Meng Ting is also the peak seventh-rank saint king!

The two of them walked to the center of the ring, both with bitter faces.

Stronger than them, to be in the same group as Song Hanming, one of the three holy kings, is really unlucky!

"Things have come to this, they have to fight first, if they can meet Song Hanming, try to fight!"

Zhen Shicheng's aura is majestic and powerful, and Meng Ting's body is light and agile, with softness and strength.

"Bo Ruozhang!"

"Clear water and soft fingers!"

Crackling——

The two fight against each other, each has its own strengths, and there is a hidden meaning of restraint between them.

Therefore, under one move, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

But, immediately afterwards, the two fought for ten rounds in a row.

Although Mengting is slightly at a disadvantage, Zhen Shicheng is also hard to completely overwhelm!

Two people come and go, people's shadows intertwine and fly, inseparable.

Until the seventy-eighth round, Meng was sweating profusely all over her body, panting delicately in her mouth, her chest heaving and unsteady, exhausted a lot.

And Zhen Shicheng was victorious in his aura, slightly better than Mengting!

Under the ebb and flow, Meng Ting could no longer neutralize the opponent's fierce force with soft force, she let out a coquettish snort, and floated down the ring.

This battle lasted for half an hour.

Xi Ruolan said with a blank face: "Zhen Shicheng, win! Take a break for a cup of tea, the next opponent is Song Hanming."

Zhen Shicheng's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, and seized the time to recover his aura.

Whoosh—

A figure in coir raincoat and bamboo hat flew across the space and landed on the ring without sound.

Under the bamboo hat, there was a face showing a hint of impatience: "Recovering the spiritual energy is also a defeat, a waste of time."

Zhen Shicheng was slightly angry: "Song Hanming! Don't underestimate people! Last time I fought with you, I survived five moves. This time, I vow to defeat you!"

Song Hanming's eyes fell on Zhen Shicheng's body, and he looked away lightly after a while: "I don't know the so-called self-confidence."

After a cup of tea.

Zhen Shicheng regained his composure, and his eyes were burning with fighting spirit: "Let's start a battle, I, Zhen Shicheng, will destroy your myth of the three masters of the Holy King!"

Song Hanming remained calm, and took out a bamboo pole from behind, with fishing lines and hooks wrapped around it.

Seeing this posture, Zhen Shicheng felt the pressure, Song Hanming's unique skill, Hanjiang fishing alone!

After casting, the changes are unpredictable, and the attack is hard to guard against.

To deal with this tactic, the only way to strike first is to strike first, otherwise you will be defeated more quickly if you are passive!

"Bo Ruozhang!"

Zhen Shicheng slapped it with one palm, and the air seemed to shake like ripples, giving people a sense of space disorder.

Layer upon layer of palm wind, layer upon layer, overwhelms mountains and seas.

Song Hanming's eyes were flat: "Hanjiang is fishing alone!"

With a slight turn of the wrist, the bamboo pole in the palm swayed in an arc full of unspeakable rhythm.

The throwing of the fishing line is obviously slow, but it gives people a sense of uncertainty.

The fishhook at the end of the line is shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Crackling——

The fishhook cuts through the airflow, palms the wind densely, and the air is pierced!

"Two types of solo fishing in the cold river!"

.[,! ]

The fishhook's momentum remains undiminished, after piercing through the wind of the palm, it hooks Zhen Shicheng horizontally.

Zhen Shicheng's face changed, and while retreating, Bo Ruozhang performed it again and again!

Superimposed palm wind, it can block the sharp fishhook.

However, before he had time to feel at ease, he heard the sound of "three ways of fishing alone in the cold river"!