Chapter 1297 You Have to Call Me Senior Brother

"Xiao Xianwei, pretend to be injured." Zhu Minglang directed the little Nine Tails how to chop up the moving mountain dragon, while telling Nine Tails to pretend to be pitiful.

Little Nine Tails is also very intelligent. When the moving mountain dragon turned around and swept across, it deliberately used its own tail to fly itself away, causing the effect of being hit hard by the moving mountain dragon. Then it prepared in advance and contained it in the The fruit in his mouth was crushed, and he spit out a mouthful of bright red pulp!

"It's dying!" Peng Shao was overjoyed to see this scene.

Nine-tailed dragons are slender dragons, so they can't withstand any blows, especially those with such strength as the mountain-moving dragon. They only need to be hit once or twice, and they are basically crippled!

So Peng Shao ordered to move Shanlong to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

The moving mountain dragon stumbled and was dismantled so many parts, it even slammed into the nine-tailed dragon like a landslide, and the surrounding sea shook with the loud bang.

The competition islands are all suppressed by spells, and the destructive power of the battle inside will be greatly reduced. As a god-level mountain-moving dragon, it is natural to have the ability to easily destroy ocean islands.

Its attack this time was like a mountain fluctuating violently. The Nine-Tailed Dragon limped and panicked and didn't know where to flee. When the Mountain-moving Dragon vented all its power, the Nine-Tailed Dragon It suddenly turned into soft silk, and escaped gracefully from the mountain-moving dragon's attack.

Afterwards, the nine tails raised high, gathered into a thick nine-tailed hammer, and slammed down on the few remaining bodies of the moving mountain dragon! !

"Boom!!!!!!"

The body of the moving mountain dragon was torn apart, like pieces of rolling rocks, and it could no longer be seen as a dragon.

This time, the moving mountain dragon could no longer get up.

"Your mountain-moving dragon is quite resistant to beating, and I will accept it." Zhu Minglang said to Peng Shao.

Peng Shao was so angry that he almost won.

"You're lucky, but you beat me by a narrow margin, and Nine Tails was injured. I want to see how you win later. In the end, aren't you the same as me?" Peng Shao said.

The winner will continue to compete.

There are only a hundred inner disciples.

However, thousands of outer disciples participated in the inner sect competition.

win a game

It's just that half of the people are eliminated, and then they have to win more games before they can become inner disciples.

"Peng Shao was killed, so there is a vacant spot among the one hundred inner disciples!"

"Yes, yes, Zhu Lang and Young Master Peng originally had a chance, but they bumped into each other and hurt both sides. It will definitely be difficult to win in the subsequent competition!"

"Good luck from the sky, if there are more fierce collisions in the future, it will be equivalent to several more places!"

"It's as if you rookies have a chance. Even if a few strong ones accidentally lose the election, and some people accidentally win a few games, but the further you get to the back, the more terrifying the strength you get. The strong will have bad luck. lose, but the weak are definitely not lucky enough to win all the time." Said a woman who couldn't even hide her figure in a loose robe.

With flaming red lips and pink and white skin, this outer disciple is very famous in Biluo Island, mainly because of her amazing figure, which has always been the object of discussions among male disciples after dinner. The male disciple behind her never had a teacher in his eyes, only the sultry look on the futon.

However, what this woman said made some sense.

Under such a competition, the strong may lose the selection, but the weak cannot be selected.

And if the strong one loses this time, he can wait for another three months. There are four competitions in a year, and it is impossible to lose every year.

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The competition was arranged very tightly, and Zhu Minglang only rested for half a day before being assigned to the competition of the winner group.

In order to enter the inner sect of the South Heavenly Court, many disciples from the outer sect had to go all out.

In the second round of the winner's group competition, Zhu Minglang was lucky.

His opponent is a relatively well-known outer disciple, but this outer disciple failed to promote the dragon beast because he gave his dragon beast a lot of food, not to mention the drop in cultivation, and he couldn't digest it. Risk of organ explosion.

So this battle was easily won.

It is very risky to be eager for success and to overthrow the seedlings. Even a child of fortune like Zhu Minglang has experienced failure.

"Fortunately, your Nine-Tailed Dragon has time to recuperate and rest, but in the third round, it will be better for you!" Seeing Zhu Minglang winning again, Peng Shao couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"After I become an inner sect disciple, you have to call me senior brother. Be more polite when speaking to senior brother in the future." Zhu Minglang said.

"Your nine-tailed dragon was injured so badly, how did you get into the inner door? It's ridiculous. Let's wait for the next season!"

In the third round, Zhu Minglang discovered that his opponent was a demigod-level dragon shepherd.

Then there was no need for the Nine-Tailed Dragon to come on, Zhu Minglang called out the Chongde Dragon.

"A necromantic dragon at the top king level??" Qiu Hua, an outer disciple who once guarded with Zhu Minglang, said, "Is your Nine Tails too injured to fight? If so, why don't you just give up?"

"There's no need to give up." Zhu Minglang said.

"It seems that you underestimate me, Junior Brother Zhu Lang." Qiu Hua said.

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After a stick of incense.

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"Acceptance." Zhu Minglang bowed.

Qiu Hua had a mournful face.

He couldn't figure out why his demigod-level dragon lost to the opponent's top dragon king.

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In the fourth round, Zhu Minglang's luck was still very good, and he was another fish that slipped through the net below the god child level. Like Qiu Hua, he had the strength of a demigod level.

Zhu Minglang still sent Chongdelong to the field. In Chongdelong's fighting philosophy, he didn't know what level was.

Not to mention a demigod-level giant dragon, it will also charge up to a moon-level or corona-level dragon. Dragons who have died so many times, the worst result is to die again.

The opponent in the fourth round is also considered capable. Its demigod-level Shenlong is also of high-level blood, and its strength is no less than that of some divine dragon sons.

Chongdelong was defeated several times, but he was reborn with the wings of the underbelly, and then fought again with this high-blooded Shenlong.

After fighting for a long time, the opponent finally realized that Zhu Minglang still had a wounded nine-tailed dragon, and he was still going to lose no matter what, so he had no choice but to admit defeat in the end.

"In the coming year, I will compete with you in the inner disciple competition!" Shen Long's master said.

"Accept." Zhu Minglang nodded.

Chong Death Dragon was very unhappy, it was clear that the outcome was not decided, why did he end the battle.

Shouldn't it hit the other side where it can't get up?

Shen Long was also very unhappy. Normally speaking, other dragons would have died after being beaten like that. The resurrection ability possessed by this Death-Correcting Dragon is really outrageous!