Chapter 352: I have a supernatural power

Zhang Tian was standing on the tenth fighting platform, and his whole body was full of energy at this moment.
Just now Xue Yi, the first guard of Fang Boss, gave him a voice. This match must win!
Zhang Tian exhaled, and his spirits suddenly turned up.
There is definitely no problem in winning.
Boss Fang Qi has strengthened him before he played, and Zhang Tian still feels a bit foggy.
He ate a few strange-tasting fruits... Then his cultivation behavior rose up, and then he was promoted to the tenth layer of Yuanying's consummation...
Follow Fang Bo... Promoting to repair is as simple as eating and drinking...
I thought that I was still a wave "swaying" little boy on the street a few months ago... Zhang Tian instantly felt infinite gratitude to the other party.
It is Fang Boss who has made me. Only by Fang Boss can he have unlimited future!
"Game start!"
On the order of the referee, the monks on the first floor of the Yuanyuehui across the blood moon club began to cast spells.
As soon as it came up, it was an absolute killing trick. A prestige-level supernatural power was displayed, and a crazy stirring sword array appeared in front of Zhang Tian's eyes.
Thousand swords eat the soul.
If it was placed a few days ago, Zhang Tian might also marvel at the power of this sword array... As for now, he only felt countless flaws when he saw this sword array.
Whether the magical power is good or not has a great influence on the combat strength and training speed of the monks... but the premise is to stand on the basis of monks of the same rank.
When the two monks have too much difference in practice, it is difficult to make up for even higher-level exercises.
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Zhang Tian shouted, his hands clenched into a fist, and his entire body curled up instantly, like a sneaking python, with a change in body shape.
"Puff...this...is this a spirit-level inferior supernatural mad python fist?"
"I, Cao, really, I watched my cousin practice a few days ago... this kind of magical power on the bad street... I'm afraid the monks in the foundation period are too lazy to practice..."
"Oh, don't say "chaos", my cousin is a monk in the early stage of foundation work!"
"Hahaha...I think this time utopia runs like this...A spicy chicken monk who can only play mad python fist also wants to fight against the Yuanying monk of the Blood Moon Society!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just with with your eyes with a thousand-sword sword-eating soul, was a prestige-level supernatural power? Look at this proficiency...it should have been advanced to advanced level!"
"Hahaha...Although this blood moon meeting is not one of the seven gates, but its comprehensive strength is also one of the best in the twelfth meeting, it is normal for Yuanying members to have a prefecture-level supernatural presence!"
"We are waiting to see how bad the Utopian monk lost!"
The ridicule of ridicule on the stand was naturally inaudible to the monks on the fighting platform. In order to allow the monks on the fighting platform to fight intently, the sound was specifically blocked.
But even if Zhang Tian can't hear the sound, he can think of those people's scornful faces...
If someone had said this before, he would definitely blush and feel extremely ashamed.
But now, on the contrary, there is a faint feeling of enjoyment.
This is the advantage of staying with Fang for a long time. The thickness of the face increases geometrically.
For real powerhouses, they like the feeling of being underestimated, and then burst out at the last moment, slapping countless people...
Just one word, cool!
On the high platform, Li Shien and several gatekeepers of the Seven Gates are watching the battle, and the focus of their battle is now the No. 10 Wudoutai!