"It's not convenient to do it here, so follow me to the martial arts court."

The Bahuang Sect Master's voice was cold, so he should go to the outsiders first.

The Supreme Elders, High Elders and Three Supreme Geniuses of the Eight Desolate Sect followed out in a mighty manner.

The Golden Ancestral Dragon, the Blood Ancestral Dragon and Long Qingchen looked at each other and followed the last one.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Following the members of the Bahuang Sect, they flew into the air, flew thousands of miles, and came to a huge martial arts field.

I saw that this martial arts field covers an area of ​​500 miles and is divided into thousands of arenas. Many young people are practicing boxing, swords, and competitions. They are full of cultivation. They are all very strong. They should undoubtedly be the inner disciples of the Eight Desolate Sect.

Seeing the senior management of the Eight Desolate Sect and three supreme geniuses coming together, these inner disciples stopped curiously and looked here.

A black ring floating above this martial arts arena. Looking up, I feel a heavy sense of oppression.

"This martial arts field is the largest martial arts field of our Eight Desolate Sects. There are tens of thousands of defensive formations arranged underground, which can withstand duels below the Longevity Realm."

A snow-haired Supreme Elder looked a little proud and pointed to the black ring above, "The ring above is a super ring that can withstand the duels above the immortality. Considering that the cultivation of the sect leader and the Golden Ancestral Dragon have reached the peak of the immortality, let's fight in the above ring."

Long Qingchen stared at the arena in the sky, "Why do I feel like the ring above is vaguely emitting the aura of death, like a corpse?"

The cold-looking female supreme genius sneered, "You have some eyesight, the arena above is indeed a corpse. Two eras ago, a terrifying black turtle invaded the galaxy of our Eight Desolate Sect. The three ancestors of our Eight Desolate Sect fought with it for a whole eight days before they killed it. Its corpse was immortal and extremely strong, so it was placed here and used as a super ring."

Long Qingchen's eyes flashed for a moment. The three ancestors of the Eight Desolate Sect should be beyond the immortal realm. They joined forces and fought for eight days before killing the black turtle. It can be seen that the strength of this black turtle is extremely powerful. After two eras passed, the strength of the three ancestors of the Eight Desolate Sect is even more unfathomable.

The snow-haired Supreme Elder said, "Golden Ancestral Dragon, Blood Ancestral Dragon and the General Saint Son, our Eight Desolate Sect will not rely on the number of people to engage in a wheel battle. You only have three. For the sake of fairness, then compete for three. How about it?"

The Golden Ancestral Dragon said calmly, "It's okay to compare."

"eventful!"

The Master of Bahuang glanced at the Supreme Elder and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you worried that I can't win the Golden Ancestral Dragon, so do you propose three competitions?"

The thought was pointed out on the spot, and the snow-haired Supreme Elder was a little embarrassed. The Dragon Clan's Ancestral Dragon was famous for his strong combat power. He was indeed a little worried about the sect leader. Of course, he could not say this, "I have no intention of this. The three supreme geniuses of our Eight Desolate Sects are here, and the Dragon Clan General Son is here, which is just a chance to compete with the young generation."

The young man in charge asked, "Please give me a chance to avenge Xuanzu!"

The gentle and gentle young man also said, "Please give Junior Brother Yang Luan this opportunity."

The cold-looking female supreme genius followed suit.

“Okay.”

The Master of Eight Desert looked at the three supreme geniuses and then looked at Long Qingchen. He was still very confident in the strength of these three supreme geniuses, so he didn't say anything more.

Bang!......

He stepped on the ground and jumped into the suspended arena first.

The Golden Ancestral Dragon followed without any hesitation.

"Who is that old man with golden light even his hair? How dare he confront the sect leader?"

"I have seen the portrait of that young man in blue. He is Long Qingchen, the general saint of the Dragon Clan. Then, the old blonde and the old blood-haired should be the two ancestor dragons of the Dragon Clan, the golden ancestor dragon and the blood-haired ancestor dragon!"

"That's right, it's the dragon of the dragon clan. I heard that the sect leader invited them to discuss dealing with the Dark Soul clan, but I don't know why I met."

"Your news is too closed. I heard that when the Great Elder went to the Dragon Clan to convey the notice yesterday, he was beaten by Long Qingchen. The Sect Master is seeking justice for the Great Elder!"

"It's outrageous. Long Qingchen dared to beat the elder. He obviously despised our Eight Desolate Sects and must give him a profound lesson!"...

These inner disciples were talking a lot. After figuring out the whole story, they were filled with righteous indignation and all glared at Long Qingchen.

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone so handsome?"

Long Qingchen touched his chin. It has to be said that the Eight Desolate Sect is relatively united. When they learned that the Great Elder was injured by him, all these inner disciples wanted to tear him apart.

"Ah~p!"

"Shameless!"...

Seeing his narcissistic look, these inner disciples became even more angry.

Long Qingchen reached out and pointed casually at the youngest girl in white, "Come here."

The girl in white was stunned for a moment and pointed at herself, "Me?"

Long Qingchen said confidently, "That's right, it's you. Come on, let's talk. I'll let you have one hand. If you can beat me, what's the point of asking me to apologize to your elder?"

“I…I…”

The girl in white looked red and she stammered for a while, but didn't know what to say. Although she looked down on Long Qingchen, Long Qingchen was also the general saint of the Dragon Clan and a famous master in the young generation in the universe. She had just been selected for the inner sect. Even if Long Qingchen stood still, she could not break Long Qingchen's protective dragon power. How could she fight?

"What, don't you dare to face the challenge?"

Long Qingchen said lightly, "It seems that your inner disciples of the Eight Desolate Sect are not very good, they are all cowards."

Hearing this, these inner disciples' eyes turned red. They really wanted to rush over and beat him to death, but unfortunately they couldn't beat him.

"you!......"

The girl in white had tears in her eyes, and she was almost crying. She had never seen such a shameless person.

"Cough cough..." Xue Zulong coughed a few times, looked into the distance without looking sideways, pretending not to know Long Qingchen, which was too shameless and could not stand it.

The Supreme Elders of the Eight Desolate Sect, the High Elders and the Three Supreme Geniuses all looked at Long Qingchen coldly, as if they were looking at a clown.

"Long Qingchen, what's the ability to challenge our youngest junior sister in the inner sect? Later, Senior Brother Yang Ran will naturally beat you up and look for your teeth!"

"Senior Brother Yang Luan, you can defeat you within one hundred moves!"

"I think there are not a hundred moves, up to fifty moves!"

"Ten moves are enough!"...

These inner disciples were so angry that they couldn't beat them, so they could only mock them.

"Ten moves?"

Long Qingchen smiled, "Okay, I'll wait."
Chapter completed!