On the ancient artifact sect, only thirteen disciples advanced to the tenth round.

Xia Shan'er and Ning Xiaoyao also advanced smoothly.

The two women each obtained a jade plaque.

After the fifty monks who advanced to the tenth round got the match number card, they returned to their respective seats.

"The tenth round of the Qianqiu Martial Arts Battle officially began, and the No. 1 ancient weapon Ning Xiao Yao faced No. 2 Zhaoyang Sect Ding Qing." Luo Cheng began to announce the matchup information.

Ning Xiaoyao happened to be number one, she ascended and landed in the center of the ring battle with a jade plaque.

"Come on, Saint!"

"The Saint will win, win this game!"

On the stands of the ancient artifact gate, many disciples shouted loudly to cheer Ning Xiaoyao up.

"Sister Yaoyao, you will definitely win!"

Xia Shan'er also clenched her pink fists, not caring about being shy, and cheering for Ning Xiaoyao at the top of her voice.

Ning Xiaoyao is not lucky. Her opponent is a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of the semi-immortal stage of Zhaoyang Sect, and her cultivation is not as good as hers.

Shen Lang glanced at the Zhaoyang Sect cultivator who was facing Ning Xiaoyao. Knowing that there was no suspense in this game, he simply closed his eyes and rested.

The duel began, and it was indeed a battle without any suspense.

Ning Xiaoyao started with a fifth-level earth immortal art "Frost Dragon Falls from the Sky", which frozen the immortal weapon of the disciple of the Zhaoyang Sect, forcing the other party to surrender and dared not fight again.

After all, for half-immortals, the fifth-level earth immortal art will kill people, and the disciple of Zhaoyang Sect dared not joke about his own life.

In this way, Ning Xiaoyao advanced to the last round without any pressure.

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect cheered and the elders were all smiling. Ning Xiaoyao won a place first, which stabilized the people's hearts.

Unfortunately, the disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect were not as smooth as Ning Xiaoyao.

The monks who can advance to the tenth round are all semi-immortals at the peak level.

Two disciples of the ancient artifact sect behind Ning Xiaoyao were defeated by the opponent and lost the arena battle.

Just when the morale of the ancient artifact sect was low, Luo Cheng shouted loudly: "In the next game, Shen Lang, the No. 11 Ancient Artifact Sect, will face Lu Peng, the No. 12 Ancient Artifact Sect."

"Wow!"

As soon as Luo Cheng finished speaking, the ancient artifact door exploded.

"Damn, this is too unlucky. It's actually a cultivator in the same sect!"

"Oh, a quota wasted."

"Senior Brother Lu Peng and Shen Lang..."

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect were talking a lot.

The elders also looked at each other with dissatisfaction. The disciples finally advanced to the tenth round, but unexpectedly there would be a situation of a fight between the same sects.

The ancient artifact door undoubtedly suffered a great loss.

"Senior brother, this..." Xia Shan'er frowned. Although she was simple-minded, she could guess that this might have been done by Lu Peng on purpose.

"Haha, I finally have the chance to fight Shen Lang, this mess, just like my wish!"

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Lu Peng's mouth.

Shen Lang glanced at Lu Peng. No wonder this guy followed him just now. He turned out to be peeping at his jade plaque number and deliberately picked a jade plaque with an adjacent plaque number.

Ning Xiaoyao's jade feet gently kicked Shen Lang and sent a message: "Shen Lang, give Lu Peng a little color to see, you won this battle!"

Shen Lang was a little surprised and responded with a voice transmission: "I do my best."

In front of everyone, Lu Peng took the lead in flying out of the ancient artifact stand, like a gymnast, and made a 360° backflip, landing handsomely on the ring.

Shen Lang also flew into the ring and stood on the side with Lu Peng.

There was a commotion inside and outside the square. The disciples of the ancient artifact sect didn't know who to cheer for, so they could only watch silently.

The other six disciples of the immortal sects were all gloating.

Xia Shan'er's expression was complicated. She always felt that Senior Brother Lu Peng was getting deeper and deeper. She had been so bad-hearted and probably wouldn't have any good results.

Ning Xiaoyao was so happy to watch the show. In the previous stage battles, Shen Lang hardly showed his strength. This time he met Lu Peng, he should be able to see Shen Lang's true strength.

She couldn't wait to see what kind of ability this man had to kill the former Huang Lion King.

In the center of the square arena, Shen Lang and Lu Peng looked at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Oh, Junior Brother Chen, I didn't expect you and I would actually run into each other. Senior Brother is so heartbroken!"

Lu Peng deliberately put on a sad look to hide his secret joy.

Shen Lang was too lazy to expose Lu Peng's acting skills. He also entered the movie emperor mode and said in a deep voice: "I want to fight with Senior Brother Lu, I am also heartbroken! Maybe I will eliminate Senior Brother when I am excited." Hearing this sarcastic voice, Lu Peng's face suddenly became gloomy, but soon returned to normal, and he smiled pretended to be: "Often, Senior Brother gives in to you in everything, but the quota for this hunting trial is too important, Senior Brother can't give in to you anymore.

If you take action more severely, please don’t blame me!"

"I am not serious when fighting with others. My senior brother is good at paying attention!"

Shen Lang shrugged and sneered.

Seeing Shen Lang's arrogant look, Lu Peng really couldn't pretend, and wanted to kill this turtle boy now, and said sternly: "I won't say much nonsense, my junior brother will take the call!"

"The fifth-level earth immortal art, Gengjin Tribulation Thunder!"

Lu Peng quickly formed a magic seal with his hands, and let out a thunderous shout from his mouth, pushing out his palms, and two spiral golden thunder beams were shot out from his palms.

"boom!"

Two spiral golden thunder beams flew towards Shen Lang like huge waves.

It is worthy of being the Five Thunder Method. The overbearing power of Gengjin Tribulation Thunder made Shen Lang feel palpitations. This time, Shen Lang did not fight back with the sword domain. He wanted to try the power of his newly mastered magical powers.

"The fifth-level earth immortal art, Guishui Yin Lei!"

Shen Lang shouted softly, and a huge black arc suddenly surged from his body, and he also pushed out his palms. Two completely different black spiral thunder beams burst out from his palms, colliding with the two golden thunders that were coming like a tsunami.

The next moment.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The golden thunder and the black thunder collided, bursting out with a harsh explosion, and the sky and the earth were shaking! The terrifying energy collided around the square and was blocked by the defensive restrictions rising around the square.

Two five thunder magic collided, and Qianqiu City Square seemed to have a magnitude ten earthquake, which made the cultivators watching the battle feel extremely impressed.

"Gui...Gui water Yin Lei? No, this is impossible! How could you learn this magical power?"

Lu Peng kept releasing the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder and found that Shen Lang used the Five Thunder Methods, and the Guishui Yin Thunder, the most difficult thing to practice in the Five Thunder Methods, was shocked.

What was even more surprised was the elder of the ancient artifact sect in the stands.

"I'm not right, is that the Five Thunder Dharma Gui Water Yin Thunder?"

"Looking at that breath, it should be Guishui Yin Lei!"

"No, Guishui Yin Lei is the most difficult thunder strike technique among the five thunder methods. No one has learned it for tens of millions of years. How could a young disciple who has just started mastering these five thunder methods?"
Chapter completed!