Mechanical God Emperor

Seven days later, the battle of the Mozambique was officially started.

There is a high platform in front of the Great Olympics in the Battle of the Mozambique. On the high platform, there is a common elder in the famous Demon sect, and some true disciples who have not been promoted to the Yuehua Warlock series. At the top of the high platform, there is a seat in the name of the warlords, each of which is a moon warlock, or even a strongman of the sundial warlock series.

The War Mozong is one of the top ten sects of the Great Cloud Dynasty. There are countless secrets within the Zongmen. According to different secret methods, it has evolved into a different branch. There are magic potions that specialize in the practice of potions, alchemy peaks that specialize in alchemy, and so on.

The foreigner disciple of Zongmen Dabu is the day when the major branches of the family came to pick the inner disciples. The heads of the major branches will select their own outside disciples and send them to recruit, to recruit those outside disciples to join them.

Yang Feng swayed on the high platform and overlooked the big arena below. Above the entire high platform, everyone is a strong man above the Star Warlock, and only he is a big warlock, it is very eye-catching.

Not far from Yang Feng, sitting three people. One of them was a young man with long-haired blood and a flash of unruly light in his eyes. One person is wearing a snow white warrior robes, **** and plump, with a long black hair and beautiful young woman. One person is a young man with a normal body and a normal appearance. His eyes are bright and radiant, as if he could **** the soul into it.

The three young men and women were very empty and exude a powerful life force that was completely different from other people, second only to the masters of the war.

Yang Feng’s gaze was also attracted by the three young men and women, and he took a deep look at the three of them.

Wang Zhilan, sitting next to Yang Feng, whispered: "Yang Shixiong, the three of them are Zhang Hanshan, a pro-disciple of the elders of the moon, and the pro-disciple of He Lian, the elder of the elders, Zhuo Yifan, and the elders of the fish The pro-disciple disciple Zhou Feng."

Wang Zhilan is a star warlock, and her soul qualification is also a sixth-grade superior. She is not only a registered disciple of Huang Yihe. It is also one of the true disciples of the War Magic.

Yang Feng’s eyes suddenly showed a glimmer of color.

The four great elders, such as Huang Yihe, are the four great sorcerer-level powerhouses within the War Demon. The Lieutenant of the Warriors is only the strongest of the Sundial Warlock series. The identity of the four great elders and pro-disciples is naturally higher than that of ordinary disciples. The same four disciples of the elders of the elders are also geniuses in genius.

Wang Zhilan is a genius with such a soul qualification at the sixth level. In many sects, he is already a rare genius in a hundred years. However, it is just one of the famous disciples of Akira. The strictness of the four elders in the elders can be imagined.

Slightly looked at the three young men and women, Yang Feng's eyes immediately fell on the big arena below.

At that time in the big arena. There have been dozens of competitive spaces. The nearly tens of thousands of recorded disciples of the War Magic have gathered around the big arena, and the atmosphere is solemn.

"How could he sit there!!"

Among the few famous disciples of the tens of thousands of war martyrs, a pink-carved jade, bright-eyed, very beautiful and lovely girl looked at Yang Feng sitting on the high platform, his eyes were round and stunned. Cried.

A tall man. The woman with a beautiful appearance brows slightly and wrinkles and whispers: "Quan Man sister. Sitting on it is the true biography of the Emperor, or the pro-disciple of the four elders. You are so rude. We are so rude. It’s just an ordinary registered disciple. Those who are really a follower will make it difficult for us to walk in the sect.”

The shock in Shu Jingman’s eyes slightly converged a little. I recalled the scene a few years ago, whispering: “Yes, Sister Rong Rong. Is there a secret of the four elders? disciple?"

In the words of Jiang Yurong, there is a touch of envy: "Yes, there are the pro-disciples of the four elders. The one is not long ago. It has just become a disciple of the elders of the Dalai River." Yang Feng! I heard that he ventured into the Fasso plane as a second-level warlock, and killed a semi-god-level powerhouse in the Faso plane to obtain this qualification."

Shu Jing Man Mei 闪 flashed a touch of awning, whispered: "He actually did!!"

In the mouth of Jiang Yurong, there was a glimmer of color, and he smiled slightly: "Quan Manshimei, your soul is outstanding, as long as you work hard, you will certainly hope to become a pro-disciple of the four elders in the future."

Shu Jingman has a seven-level inferior soul talent, and is considered to be a superb genius within the genius of the genius. In just a few years, she has also cultivated to the level of a three-level warlock. This kind of cultivation speed has been extremely against the sky. It must be known that in the Duranduo subcontinent, many warlocks are trapped in the first-level warlocks throughout their lives, and they cannot break through until they die.

Shu Jingman smiled and said: "You are also very good sister! Are ready to break through and become a big warlock!"

Jiang Yurong showed a bitter smile: "Is it a big warlock? I have practiced for more than a hundred years before I touched the threshold of the advanced big warlock. Even if I am an advanced warlock, there is no hope to be promoted to become a Star Warlock in the future."

More than a hundred years ago, the great warlock was a genius among the geniuses in the Durando subcontinent. However, in the war, the sects are different. There are countless secrets in the war, and there are countless kinds of knowledge and countless resources. In such an environment, it is extremely difficult for people who have advanced the warlocks for more than one hundred years to advance to the stars and warlocks. .

Shu Jingman can only be silent, his eyes fell on the high platform, Yang Feng's body.

"Professed disciple, he turned out to be a pro-disciple of Akira Akira's elders!!"

Among the tens of thousands of registered disciples, He Feng also stared at the figure of Yang Feng above the high platform. His eyes were filled with envy, jealousy and unwillingness.

He Feng was originally a genius in his family, but after entering the war, he realized that his talent is only in the middle of the war. In the martyrdom of the war, the genius is like a cloud, and every step up, it takes a lot of effort and strength. Seeing that Yang Feng stepped into the sky, he became a pro-disciple of the four elders of the Warlord. He Feng’s heart was naturally full of embarrassment.

In addition to Shu Jingman and He Feng, the eyes of the tens of thousands of meters of registered disciples are often concentrated on Yang Feng's body full of envy and envy.

Yang Feng ignored the eyes of the named disciples below and quietly watched the trials and battles of the tens of thousands of registered disciples.

Although the recorded disciples have done their best, but in the eyes of Yang Feng who has seen countless big scenes, the spells of those named disciples are not worth mentioning.

A few days later, the test of the famous disciple was completed. The top ten disciples in the top ten were promoted to become foreign disciples, and then the foreign disciples began to compete.

The war-torn sects are basically all strong in the big warlock series, and the battle between them is much more exciting than the battle between the registered disciples.

A few days later, the contest of the warriors and expatriates also ended, and the top ten disciples were directly promoted to become inner disciples.

The main force of the warlord's inner disciple is the big warlock and the star warlock. The top strongmen among the inner disciples are the strongest of the star warlock series. The battle between them is wonderful, and all kinds of secrets are endless.

Yang Feng looked down at the big arena, and his eyes flashed a curiosity, whispering: "The guy seems to be very strong!"

In the big arena, standing two people, one is wearing a blue warlock gown, handsome young man. The other person has a short black hair, a black suit, and a flash of arrogance in his eyes. At first glance, he looks like a man in a darkness.

Wang Zhilan smiled and said: "That is the master of the dark magic peak, Zhong Sun, the darkest! This is the strongest in the big ratio! It is said that he has already enlightened the dark field! And the repair has also reached the mid-term of the Star Warlock. ""

Yang Feng touched his chin and smiled faintly: "Is it a dark field? It's not bad!"

Wang Zhilan was deeply glanced at Yang Feng, and there was a touch of glamour in the beauty.

Being able to comprehend the existence of the field, no matter where it is, is considered a genius. It is necessary to know that even within the War Magic, some of the strongest warrior ranks have not realized the field. Yang Feng had no fear of Zhong Sun, and Wang Zhilan was more curious about his strength.

In that big arena.

The young man in the blue warrior gown showed the magic of the war, and formed a set of golden armor shrouded in his body, such as the same golden **** of war, exuding the horrible power fluctuations.

The power of the golden warfare formed by the robes of the Qing robes is ten times stronger than the golden warfare formed by Wu Ziming. Obviously he is also a top player among the inner disciples.

Zhong Sun’s dark eyes were filled with a dark atmosphere, and a dark field that seemed to be able to devour all the light suddenly took him to the center and shrouded the robes.

A face-to-face, the dark field of horror engulfed the green robe warrior who exuded the late swing of the Star Warlock.

After a dozen breaths, the robes of the robes were spit out from the dark field, and they were bruised and stunned.

The elders who presided over the test flashed a glimpse of surprise and announced: "The grandson wins!"

Zhong Sun flashed a touch of unruly color in the dark eyes, and Yang Feng, who was sitting in the high platform, took a deep look and showed a sneer. Then he turned and walked down the big arena. (To be continued~^~)