Volume Four Chapter 525 The Asura Field

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In the silent dark night, with the bright moon in the sky and the breeze blowing across his face, Zhuo Fan sat quietly in the small shabby house where he had just settled down, closed his eyes lightly, and a cyan flame on his forehead was burning roaringly.

This is the Qingyan that Kunpeng gave him in his early years. At first, he didn't know what it would do, but after Kunpeng's suggestion, he realized that this is the most precious treasure of refining gods.

At this moment, he is refining his primordial spirit with this flame, and the essence and strength of his primordial spirit are increasing like a fly.

However, at this moment, a loud bell chiming suddenly entered his ears, making him unable to help frown, and the green flames on his forehead instantly extinguished.

"Zhuo Fan, Zhuo Fan, get up, gather..." An old voice hurriedly sounded, and after a while, when the door was pushed open, Yuan Lao hurriedly ran in without saying a word. Said, pull up Zhuo Fan and run out.

Zhuo Fan was stunned, not knowing why: "Old Yuan, what happened, so urgent?"

"Hey, you just arrived, I don't know, this is the two adults who are calling all the handymen disciples to gather. You must rush there as soon as possible. If it's too late, your life will be lost!" Yuan Lao shook his beard unconsciously, and his eyes were full of surprise. The color of fear.

Zhuo Fan was startled and even more puzzled: "Two adults? Isn't this utility room under your control?"

"Hey, the old man is only a manager in name. In this world, the strong are respected everywhere. Look at the old man's bone-forging realm, can he be the king and hegemon!" Yuan Lao dragged Zhuo Fan and ran quickly , shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhuo Fan knew it in his heart, it seems that there are also local snakes here. However, he was not worried at all. It was difficult for a strong dragon to suppress the local snake, just because the dragon was not strong enough. A dragon like him, but the soaring demon dragon that can pierce the sky, even if it is a local snake, if it dares to provoke him, it has to bow its head to him, hum hum...

With a cold smile, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal, and with the pull of the old Yuan, he trotted all the way.

Soon, the two came to the deepest corner of the utility room. At the foot of the mountain, there was a black hole the size of a person. From a distance, it was bottomless.

Scattered, people coming from all directions are walking in one after another.

When Yuan Lao saw it, he couldn't help being anxious, patted his thigh and said, "Oh, no, there are so many people, most of them must have gone in, we are late!"

"So what, isn't there still someone here, and we're not the last?" Zhuo Fan raised his brows unconsciously, and said noncommittally.

But Yuan Lao shook his head with a wry smile: "You can come a little later, but this old man is not even half a minute late!"

Having said that, he hurriedly pulled Zhuo Fan and squeezed into the hole.

As soon as I entered the cave, I saw the flames soaring into the sky, and rows of fire candles were opened one by one on both sides of the cave, illuminating the passage. Everyone followed this passage quickly, and after about a quarter of an hour, they saw a brighter fire.

Looking up, it turned out to be a wide hall dug out of the mountain, with a radius of dozens of miles. Everyone stood in the center of the hall, tens of thousands of people, all looked up at the two people standing on the high platform in front of them.

One of them was a woman, but there was a purple-black picture of a scorpion tattooed on half of her face, and her eyes exuded a sinister color. The powerful aura of the whole body is exposed, and it is actually a powerhouse of the third level of divine illumination.

The other was a burly man with a full face, a black robe and a sneer at the corners of his mouth. From its faint momentum, Zhuo Fan can also judge that this is a master of the fourth level of divine illumination!

"I don't think the utility room is also a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Zhuo Fan nodded slightly and chuckled softly.

Old Yuan pulled La Zhuofan's sleeve slightly, and said cautiously: "They were all inner disciples before, and they were punished into the miscellaneous room because of a big mistake. This life is ruined. So they are not very good-tempered, You'd better not provoke it easily. Although there are four deacons behind you to take care of you, they are also protected by elders behind them, so don't arbitrarily seek death..."

"Old man Yuan, why didn't you come up when you came? What are you mumbling about?" At this moment, a rough shout sounded, and everyone looked up, only to see that it was the fierce-faced big man on the high platform.

Unconsciously, the old man shrank his neck, gave Zhuo Fan another wink, and trotted all the way to the high platform, and said with a flattering smile: "My two adults, I'm sorry, the old man is late today, and I hope you forgive me!"

"Hmph, old man, if it weren't for the fact that your old man has never been a material, and his qualifications are very poor, I would definitely use you to practice exercises, and your legs and feet are getting slower and slower!" He gave him a stern look, and the big man snorted. road.

Yuan Lao nodded again and again, and said with a flattering smile: "Thank you, Lord Kuilang for not killing him, hehehe..."

"Okay, bring the roster, I'm going to count the number!" He gave him a stern look, and Kui Lang scolded: "I'm immortal, you bastard, I'm afraid to contaminate me with you old guy to practice. Technique!"

"Yeah, yeah, hehehe..." Old Yuan kept nodding and bowing, and with a humble look, he handed a book to Kui Lang.

Taking it over and taking a closer look, Kui Lang began to call out one by one: "Li Ergou, Hua Tieshu..."

Kui Lang's voice was so loud that everyone present felt pain in the ears, as if to demonstrate his skill. After everyone heard it, they hurriedly raised their hands and shouted, for fear that they would be slow and implicated by his anger.

At the end, everyone has been named one by one, Kui Lang turned the roster to the end, and when he was about to close it habitually, he suddenly frowned and said softly: "This is a newcomer. Is that right, Zhuo Fan!"

"Yes!" Zhuo Fan raised his hand slowly and said noncommittally.

Kui Lang gave him a deep look, but it was cold.

He laughed out loud: "Hehehe... Since I'm a newcomer, I have to make a rule first..."

"No no no... Master Kui, be merciful!" However, at this moment, Yuan Lao hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, and pleaded, "Master Kui, this master is covered by four deacons. I've told you to take good care of him. If you hurt him, I can't explain it here!"

With a cold smile, Kui Lang didn't care at all. He clenched his fists with both hands and made a crunching sound: "Hmph, what if there is a deacon covering me? There is still an elder behind me. When you come here, you have to abide by the rules here!"

"Master Kui, this time is different. The four deacons valued this man very much, and even threatened to go to the sect master to seek justice for him. Think about it, the elder behind you will care about you so much?" Turning around, Yuan Lao cautiously reminded him.

The body could not help but stagnate, Kui Lang thought carefully.

They are all abandoned by the sect. Even the former master, seeing that he has no future, no longer asks about it, life and death are fate. The only benefit is that you can go to the previous place to visit the master at any time, and get some small benefits.

But it is no longer possible for the master to stand up for him.

If the four deacons really valued this Zhuo Fan so much that they did not hesitate to risk contradicting the sect master and intercede for him, then if he did something wrong, they would definitely stand up for him.

He doesn't want to mess with the sect deacon!

"Kui Lang, since this kid is so valued, the background must not be simple, it's better to cause less trouble!" At this time, the woman gave Zhuo Fan a deep look and also reminded.

Nodding slightly, Kui Lang took a deep breath and finally lowered his fist.

There is no need to attract a swarm of bees for a drop of honey!

Thinking like this, Kui Lang's eyes moved slightly, his face became solemn again, and he said loudly: "Today, the bell is ringing to call everyone to gather, not for anything else, but for one thing. Today, the Shura Field is open again, only the winner can Get out of here!"

"what?"

Unknowingly startled, everyone turned pale in shock and called out again and again: "What a joke, isn't the Shura Field open every three years? It's only been half a year, how could it be..."

With a disdainful snort, Kui Lang said quietly, "Whether it's three years or half a year, it's actually the same, only the strong can survive to the end. The losers can only contribute to the sect as materials. Now, it's in this cave. Inside, as soon as the bell rang, the fight began, and as soon as the bell stopped, it stopped immediately, do you hear it?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone panicked even more, but they were not prepared at all.

They also thought that there would be some arrangements for this gathering, such as which elder was celebrating his birthday again, so they could prepare for it. Unexpectedly, the Shura Field was actually opened.

Is the practice material for the disciples in this sect insufficient again?

When Yuan Lao saw it, he glanced at Zhuo Fan, and was in a hurry, and asked the two of them: "Master Kui, Zhuo Fan is new here, and he has not seen the cruelty of the Shura Field. Can you accommodate him? Don't let him participate. already?"

"Hmph, the rules are the rules. Even if I look at the deacon's face, I don't bother him, but the Shura Field is a rule that every handyman disciple must abide by. If he doesn't follow it, how will I serve the public in the future?" With a cold snort, Kui Lang categorically refused.

The woman took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and whispered: "Old man Yuan, you don't have to worry too much, that kid Tianxuan sixth-level cultivation base is considered strong among this group of handyman disciples, and he will definitely survive to the end. Last!"

Kui Lang glanced at Zhuo Fan and nodded slightly.

It seems that they are not ignorant of the deacon behind Zhuo Fan, they just let him go on knowing that he must be fine.

After figuring this out, Yuan Lao nodded slightly and let out a long breath.

"Ghost-faced Rakshasa, Yueling; Black-faced Yama, Kuilang, I will fuck your grandma!"

Suddenly, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and suddenly one person in the crowd suddenly pointed at the two on the stage and cursed loudly: "Don't think I don't know, the sect didn't ask for the collection of practice materials at all. This time the outer sect disciples entered. The sect competition is about to start. You are just collecting materials for your sister and son, and you are going to go to the sect to sue you!"

As soon as the words fell, the man flew into the air and flew out of the cave in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Kui Lang smiled coldly, his pupils suddenly condensed, and a black hurricane suddenly rushed towards the man. With a touch, the man suddenly felt a pain in his head, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and instantly fainted and fell to the ground.

When everyone saw it, they all trembled.

Zhuo Fan's eyelids jumped slightly when he saw it, and he thought to himself.

Yuanshen attacked, but his Yuanshen power was extremely domineering, which should be related to the cultivation technique. It seems that some sorcery was used to refine the Primordial Spirit so sharply.

Turning his head and looking at everyone present, Zhuo Fan immediately understood that there are so many practice materials, no wonder... But... this will not benefit him in the future!

A wise light flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan shook his head with a smile in his heart.

At this moment, when a soft sound came out, Na Kuilang rang the bronze bell beside him, looked at everyone below, and said coldly: "The Shura Field is open, those who dare to escape will be killed..."