Chapter 515: Turn on

Luo Peng was wearing a black gold robe, walking slowly across the air, just three or four steps, he had already walked from the palace of the elders to the front of the huge ring.
His eyes swept over the six people on the ring, and he couldn't help but shook his head slightly.
"This time, I can't win the battle."
He smiled and said to Yue Yan and the other four.
Luo Peng's expression was peaceful, even when facing the four Yue Yan, he had absolute confidence. That was his confidence as a realm master class powerhouse.
Once he stepped into the realm of the realm master, he was no longer at the same level as the holy realm. Even if the four pinnacle holy kings joined forces, it would be difficult to put him under pressure.
"Who wins and who loses is still unknown. Elder Luo said this a bit early."
The sturdy young man hummed.
He looked at the relaxed look on Luo Peng's face and seemed extremely unconvinced.
"Hahaha...well, ambitious, then let me see what you guys have grown up over the years."
Luo Peng smiled, and moved into the ring, standing on top of the four.
The breath of the four of them was already connected together, like a huge whirlpool, which was heart palpitating, but Luo Peng still ignored it and squeezed in.
"Elder Luo Peng, but a master-level expert..."
In Xuanyuan Palace, those disciples couldn't help being shocked when they saw the four Yue Yan and Elder Luo Peng face each other.
Realm master level powerhouse, for ordinary disciples in the sect, that is definitely a superior existence, just standing in front of them, will feel huge pressure, let alone a real battle? That is something they can't even think of.
"The four of the young palace masters all have experience in fighting against world master-level powerhouses, and they may really be able to fight Elder Luo Peng."
A disciple said.
The four people on the ring are the best of their generation, and the disciples in the clan look forward to their miracles.
"Playing against a master-level powerhouse is completely different from defeating a master-level player. Yue Yan and the others are indeed very strong, but it is very difficult to defeat Elder Luo Peng."
Many of the disciples who ranked high in the Zongzhong's battle power list have also had experience of playing against the master-level powerhouses. Knowing the terrifyingness of the master-level powerhouses, they are not very optimistic.
In the Yuntai Palace, King Wu and the others looked at the huge arena in front of them from a distance, one by one, their eyes fell on the arena, looking at the people on the arena, their faces were full of solemnity.
"These guys don't seem to be messy, can Wang Haochen do it?"
Shen Fan couldn't help muttering.
In the Xuanyuan Continent, Wang Haochen performed miracles time and time again. They originally had some confidence in Wang Haochen, but when they saw the fierce and powerful person in the ring, their expressions changed.
"Since Hao Chen is half sure, there should still be some opportunities."
Huan Lingtong spoke slightly.
The people on the ring are much stronger than them, and they can't see the depth at all.
"I hope he won't be aggressive!"
King Wu was also a little worried.
In the arena, the four Yue Yang eyes fell on Luo Peng, all of them were extremely fierce, and could not see at all. The awe of Luo Peng, the elder of the sect, was only the strong confidence in facing opponents.
This is absolutely impossible for ordinary disciples.
The disciples of the Zongzhong, even with their cultivation base, when they meet the elder of the Zongzhong, I am afraid that they are not afraid of fighting. After all, Luo Peng has the identity of the elder on his head, but they are not afraid.
The four of them all have a deep background in the Xuanyuan Palace. Once they grow up, they will definitely occupy a high position in the sect. At least they can become the elders of the first palace, except for the very high ranking elders in the sect. , They are indeed not afraid.
The extremely strong young man was the son of Mangqiu. His grandfather and his father were both one of the six palace lords of the clan, and were respected as the lord of the young palace by the disciples of the clan. Fear any elder in the sect.
Jian Yang, the young man full of sword aura, is the grandson of the four elders. He often deals with the elders in the Zongzhong and doesn't have much awe of the elders in the Zongzhong.
The young man Yue Yan, whose breath is as fierce as fire, is the son of Yue Qin, the lord of the Qingxuan Hall of the ten states in the sect. Fear of the confidence of any elder.
As for the last young man with a breath of death and palpitations, his name is Wuhun. There is no big figure behind him, but he exists like a taboo in the Xuanyuan Palace. He is from the Xuanyuan Palace. The clan who came out from the cemetery of the war-dead strong man suspected that it was the strong man in the clan who died in battle.
Although he has no background, the ancestors of the Zongzhong value him very much, and have been waiting for him to fully awaken and recover and understand his origin.
These four people, in Xuanyuan Palace, all have extraordinary identities. They are not afraid of the elders of the sect. Even if they face the elders of the sect, they dare to let go, and are not afraid to offend or anger the elder.
The seven people in the ring were separated, each according to one side, and began to wait for the start of the competition.
Jianyang turned his head slightly, looked at Wang Haochen and Luan Zhou beside him, and said:
"The two of you just watch it obediently. You don't need to intervene. As long as you don't make trouble, we will not embarrass you, but if you dare to have any thoughts, then don't blame us.
Qiu Rong Sanrao's gaze swept across from Wang Haochen, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes that had to be hidden.
The biggest opponent in their eyes was Luo Peng, and then the three companions around him. As for Wang Haochen and Luan Zhou, they didn’t pay attention to Zheng Luanzhou’s eyes when he looked at Si Rao’s eyes. He didn't dare to look at them, but since he was on the ring and didn't have any thoughts in his heart, it was almost impossible, but if he wanted him to really fight with the four of Mang Rong, he didn't have the courage.
Wang Haochen couldn’t help but smile a little bitterly in his heart. He hadn’t experienced this feeling of not being put in the eyes of others for a long time. This feeling was not good, but he did not distinguish anything, since the four of them were willing to be with Luo Peng. If you try hard, let them go. He is happy, and he can increase his chances of winning only by saving his strength as much as possible.
At this time, keep a low profile in order to hide yourself best and preserve your strength as much as possible.
Seeing that both Wang Haochen and Luan Zhou were silent, Jianyang thought that the two had already acquiesced, but there was still some dissatisfaction in his heart. At this time, they did not dare to force them. Luo Peng alone gave them tremendous pressure. Forcing Wang Haochen and their two skirts to turn to Luo Peng's side, although Wang Haochen and their strength were not in the eyes of Jianyang and the others, they might be the last straw for them to fight Luo Peng and overwhelm the camel.
Above the ring, the elder looked at the seven people on the ring, couldn't help but smiled slightly, and said:
"Now that everyone is here, get ready to start."
"The rules remain the same, there is no limit to the means, and no time limit. As long as you can get the seal of the city lord, you will be qualified to build the city and become the lord of the city. However, you must not take your life, fall outside the ring, or voluntarily surrender. If you fail, you must not participate in the competition anymore."
The seven people on the ring, including Wang Haochen, did not change their expressions on their faces. This ring fight has been carried out more than once or twice in Xuanyuan Palace. The rules have been clear, and they are not surprised.
This arena competition will not be a one-on-one decisive battle, but everyone will compete together. This will not only test the strength of a man, but also a tricky means. It can better reflect the comprehensive strength of a man. After all, in the sect In addition, if you encounter an opponent, they can't all prepare you for a one-on-one duel with you.
No matter what method it is, it can be used in the competition. This is also because, whether it is some forbidden secret method, or some secret medicine pill, or any powerful weapon treasure, it is part of your strength.
Xuanyuan Palace also has such self-confidence, no matter what means, they can easily suppress it without causing any threat to the sect.
"Lei Yinshan, turn on!"
With the great elder's soft sound, his body's vitality suddenly surged, five fingers, one after another, torrents of power, rushing toward the mountain peak in the center of the ring, falling on each node.
"boom!"
At the center of the ring, above the mountain, a light suddenly surged.
The mountain seemed to be shrouded and imprisoned by a giant net. With the injection of the great elder's power, the giant net was slowly tearing apart, revealing the true face of the mountain.
On that mountain peak, there are countless statues, all with an ancient breath of sang mulberry. Those statues have beasts, birds, insects and people. They are tens of meters long. They are hideous in appearance, and some are only a few feet large. They are cute, but without exception, there is a violent and ancient breath on the statues, and the body surface is flashing with strands of thunder.
"It's going to start!"
In Xuanyuan Sect, hundreds of thousands of disciples' eyes all fell on Yinlei Mountain, and they all held their breath slightly.
Almost as soon as Yinlei Mountain opened, and above the ring, there was a horrible aura surging out of the seven people. The vitality in their bodies was all activated, the cold and the hot hovering, the sword light flickering, terrifying Energetic surging, the huge arena for an instant, as if caught in a chaotic void and turbulent flow, that breath is heart palpitating.
Wang Haochen raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on Yinlei Mountain, his gaze swept over the statues on that mountain, and a sharp color appeared in his eyes.
"After two years of preparation, it is finally about to start, the victory or defeat is here!"
He shook his hands slightly, feeling the strength in his body several times stronger than two years ago, and a strong confidence in his body suddenly rose up.
Even if it was Luan Zhou, at the moment when Yinleishan was opened, a touch of sorrow appeared on his face. He held his palm, and a soft sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was like a flexible snake in his palm. It started to swim, exuding sharp sword shadows.