The Nine-tailed Dragon is already very strong. If it goes up, it will basically win the crown.

When Taotie Dragon goes up, he will most likely become the murderer who kills his fellow disciples and is arrested.

It can only be the worship of the dead dragon.

Fortunately, I have always been under the cultivation level of Chongdelong before.

But if you respect the Dead Dragon as the top Dragon King, it will be difficult to win those outer disciples who have the Divine Dragon Son.

The difference between outer disciples and inner disciples is at this divine level.

Nantianting is originally an Immortal Sect. Those who can be recruited must be at the level of a scattered immortal god!

But Chong Chong's ascending divine level is still missing a soul bead of the Dead Dragon. Its foundation is very solid. If it ascends without the main divine root, success will be successful, but it will not be able to jump to the level.

“Woooooo~”

The little nine-tailed dragon knew that Zhu Minglang was worried, so he took the initiative to apply for battle.

"You are almost the gods, and some deacons are not as good as us. This will make us too dazzling and not good for our borer plan." Zhu Minglang said.

“Woooooo~”

The little nine-tailed dragon shook its tail, and soon there was a layer of hazy light on its body.

This hazy light was like a layer of gauze, covering up the divine light of the star-bright dragon of the little nine-tailed dragon itself. Zhu Minglang used his spiritual sense to explore it, but found that the cultivation level shown by the little nine-tailed dragon was actually only at the level of a god!

"Hide the front?"

"I almost forgot that you are the Demon Fox Dragon Clan. It is your clan's nature to confuse your opponent!"

"Very good, then you pretend to be a little bit like it, as long as we just pass the exam."

...

In spring and summer, the blue sea and the sky is blue, and the competition is on a flat island in Wuhai Bridge.

The island has been polished to be smoother and smoother than floor tiles. There are many small clean coral reefs distributed around the Bishu Island, which have been built into one sea viewing pavilion after another.

The flying milky white curtain tent swayed in the sea breeze, and the exquisite spiritual fruits were placed on the coral table. The teachers quickly sat in these sea viewing pavilions and faced the square-platz island in the center.

The outer disciples will step into this square-level island from the fog bridge one after another, and will still be the most direct knockout match.

All the outer disciples entered this island in disorder and would be whoever they ran into.

If you win, you will be eliminated directly if you fail and will be returned in the next season.

Zhu Minglang was at the back this time. On Wuhai Bridge, most of the outer disciples were looking at the other side of the competition island. There were also a group of outer disciples standing on Wuhai Bridge on the other side. If the order of appearance remains unchanged, the number of them will be one by one, so that you can know in advance what kind of opponents you will face.

"Don't meet Mr. Peng, don't meet Mr. Peng!"

"He is the seventh most from the other side."

"Seventh, seventh, I'll count..."

A young junior brother standing in front of Zhu Minglang stretched out his finger to count and finally clicked on him.

"Sixth, I'm the sixth!"

Junior Freckled Brother was extremely happy and glad that he had not met the outer disciple who was called Mr. Peng.

However, the joy on his face had not faded, and his eyes turned behind him involuntarily, staring at Zhu Minglang who was standing behind him.

For a moment, many people also looked at each other.

"It seems you are fighting Mr. Peng." said the junior brother Freckled.

"It's okay." Zhu Minglang's mentality is naturally very good.

"Indeed, I have never seen you before, nor have I heard of you. You should have done it. No matter who you meet, you are the loser group, right?" Junior Freckle nodded.

How do you speak??

Zhu Minglang wondered why no one ever thought he was a master with such a handsome face?

Can't handsome and beautiful faces coexist with peerless masters?

"Is he very powerful? That Young Master Peng?" Zhu Minglang asked.

First understand the other party's strength to know how much water you need to put.

"You are really ignorant. Among the outer disciples, are there anyone who doesn't know Young God Peng? He is the nephew of Bai Sect Prison..."

"Oh, I understand." Zhu Minglang was ready to wait until the Freckled Junior Brother finished speaking... Oh, it's a pity that he didn't do it himself, so Zhu Minglang had to say hello to Xiao Jiuwei in the spiritual realm. His claws were sharper, and he would greet the nephew of Deacon Hu in the future.

Isn’t Bai Sect Prison the uncle who snatched away the good deeds of Bai Jue? He relied on the fact that there were people above him to bully his outer disciples like this.

I didn’t expect fate to be so clever!

...

Not long after, Zhu Minglang came on stage.

Sure enough, according to the order, the guy who came out of the other side was the guy who was called Mr. Peng.

This person has a long chin and a crooked mouth. It is rare to have such a vulgar person in a sect of immortals and gods.

Originally, the situation of this kind of competition was basically not much different from the outer auditions. As long as Zhu Minglang summoned the Nine-Tail God, the battle would become unsurprising.

But since you are going to torture your opponent, you have to make the battle seem evenly matched and lengthen the time so that you can ravage the opponent many times!

"Nine-tailed Dragon?" Peng Shao raised his mouth and a hint of joke flashed in his eyes. "I wonder if your nine-tailed Dragon's thin arms and legs can withstand the troubles of me like a mountain moving dragon?"

After saying that, Mr. Peng opened the spiritual realm, and suddenly a gray rock mountain was almost filled with this competition island!

He is burly and majestic, and he is as powerful as a mountain collapse when walking. This mountain-moving dragon is full of momentum. As soon as he appears, the disciples on the Wuhai Bridge were extremely lucky. Fortunately, he did not meet this young master Peng.

"Yin Fire should have no effect on it, but you can remove all parts of this mountain-moving dragon, and it will not die anyway." Zhu Minglang said to the Nine-tailed Dragon.

The fur on the landscape painting on the Nine-tailed Dragon flew up. It did not use Samadhi Fox Fire, but flexibly used its claws and nine chain-like tails to launch a "disassembly" attack on the mountain moving dragon!

The mountain-moving dragon is like a huge rock instrument. There are obvious mechanical joints in each part of its body, which are particularly fragile. After all, in order to ensure the strong movement of the body, if the joints are as thick as the mountain, it will be extremely clumsy!

The Nine-tailed Dragon has set its sights on these joint bones. In order to ensure the duration of the torture, the Nine-tailed Dragon that was defeated by the mountain moving dragon was specially removed from the insignificant parts of the mountain moving dragon.

Throw the tail into the sea first and soak it.

Longjiao, first beat it down and let it dry by the beach.

The stone muscles and dragon scales were grabbed one by one, and spread them to the ground to step on the local bricks.

Then there is its arm.

The mountain moving dragon has four arms, and it took some effort to remove them one by one.

Then there is its hind legs that look like a giant ape, which is the strongest part of the mountain-moving dragon, and its rock joints are also extremely firm, not a weakness at all.
Chapter completed!