Chapter 1690: Anonymous?

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Chapter 1690: An Apparition?
Although the first round of this game was not as lively and spectacular as the nearly 200,000 monks fighting in the battlefield competition, the tense and fierce atmosphere spread in Immortal Space immediately.
"Why the Tang Huan in Huanglong Tianfu hasn't moved yet?"
Above the void corridor, Jiang Baimei frowned.
She didn't like Tang Huan at all, and because of Tang Huan's sarcasm, many ancestors of Chimang Tian were preparing to convene Tiangong and host the exchange event that followed. Therefore, even after so many days, when she mentioned "Tang Huan", she was still very angry.
"Will it be that his sensing ability is too poor, a‘ Xiantian Daoyuan ’was not found?
Xie Feichen speculated a little puzzled.
"It's impossible."
Xue Yu heard that, he almost shook his head without hesitation, and said, "That Tang Huanqi Tao is highly accomplished, is second-class queen, and has been promoted to top-quality craftsmanship. Those high-quality craftsmen have found a lot of 'fairy road Yuan ', wouldn't he even find a' Xiantiandao Yuan '? "
"Will he be a top-quality man, but only in name?" Xie Feichen said doubtfully.
"Based on his old age, he may now be Zhongpin Tiangong instead of Shangpin Tiangong. He said that he is Shangpin Tiangong, and we have to believe it? Who has seen him forge Shangpin Tao?" Jiang Baimei couldn't help sneer With a sound, he did not conceal the ridicule in his expression.
"..."
Xue Yu heard the words, could not help but hesitated.
Indeed, the identity of Shangpin Tiangong just comes from Tang Huan ’s own statement. Among them, no one has ever seen Tang Huan ’s forged high-end Taoism, the upper one standing in front of the residence of the emperor Long Tianfu. Who knows if Tang Huan forged it for himself?
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"Brother Hou, in the first round of the competition, you Lin Tianwang of the" Arabic Shrine "will be able to get a first name." Where the monks at the Awaji Shrine gathered, a red-robed old man couldn't help but smile.
"It didn't take long for the first round to begin, and it will be difficult to reach a conclusion before the end."
The old man in the red robe called the "thick brother" the elder Hou Jun of the Awagami Shrine. He shook his head with a bit of stubbornness, but the smile between the eyebrows and the triumph was completely hidden.
On the battlefield, Liu Haoge, who thought he could hit the top of the list, only got a fourth place, which was really unexpected. Liu Haoge, who thought that the peak of Jiupin Jiupin, was no longer good, was defeated by the Leng Qingqiu of the Ice Queen Valley, and got a second place. However, not only did Leng Qingqiu rank higher than him, but even Yao Guangtian's "Dazang Taoism" The clouds and butterflies of Ziyun Tian's "Jiu Cai Xian Zong" are both ranked above Liu Haoge.
However, Liu Haoge lost his hand at the Wuchang, and Lin Siwei was in the Qichang, but there was no accident.
Because Lin Siwei is not only a strong person at the level of Heavenly King, but also a heavenly talent ... In today's competition in Xianjing Space, no refiner's grade can surpass her.
"Brother Hou is too modest." The old man in the red robe smiled dumbly.
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"What is he doing and hasn't done it for so long?"
On the other side of the void corridor, Pan Le frowned involuntarily.
Like the previous martial arts competition, the people on the corridor can also sense the breath of many artisans in the round bubble, and can clearly see their actions. There are tens of thousands of workers at the arena, and almost everyone has already seized "Xiantiandaoyuan". Only Tang Huan and a few more than ten people remained motionless.
Those people, he knows, all of them are the world-famous top-class craftsmanship in heaven.
Just like Lin Siwei, who is Xuandutian's "Desert Palace", she is now seven hundred years old, and she has entered the realm of the next Heavenly King. She was a high-quality heavenly worker four hundred years ago and was promoted to heavenly heaven over ten years ago. It is not known how her forging celestial Taoist utensils can be forged, but there are many high-quality taoist utensils that can be forged from her hands. This is the only contest in the field competition of "Wan Yu Dao Jue".
Another example is the kangyuan of the Brahma's "Xianxianfu". It is now more than 800 years old. It was promoted from Zhongpin Tiangong to Shangpin Tiangong almost 300 years ago. Amazing. In Brahma, it is the first person in the top grade.
Other top-quality heavenly craftsmen are also outstanding in all heavens.
They didn't take any action at this moment, they must be thinking of acting after sensing all "Xiantian Daoyuan", but what about Tang Huan?
Does he have the same intention?
Pan Le's mind was turning, and he was skeptical of Tang Huan's intentions, but he looked forward to Tang Huan's amazing performance. He was very eager to know whether Tang Huan was really the smelter who had forged many perfect Taos, as he had previously guessed.
"Don't worry, watch slowly, time is still early." The woman in black next to Pan Le glanced, without a slight smile, still looking indifferent.
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In the Fairy Mirror Space, almost every contestant's move attracted the attention of many monks. Unconsciously, those who had stood still all shot one after another.
Within the round bubble, a figure walked like a butterfly through the flowers in the thick white mist, pleasing to the eye. It was a woman in Tsing Yi with a beautiful face and a beautiful figure. From time to time, she was caught out by the white and beautiful jade hands, and more and more "Xiantian Daoyuan" in the palm was as small as silk.
In another round bubble, a tall, burly young man remained motionless, but the white mist surrounding him seemed to be strongly pulled, and gathered toward where he stood. After that, the young man seemed to be covered by a giant cocoon.
Within another bubble ...
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"It's time to get started."
Tang Huan sighed softly, his eyes closed slightly, and a confident smile flashed under his eyes.
After the first round of the game competition officially started, Tang Huan stopped paying attention to the surrounding movement, and his mind was completely immersed in the white mist around him.
"Hmm! Hmm--"
After a short while, Tang Huan reached out his right arm, his fingers like tongs, pierced into the white mist like Xu Shiji, and then pulled out of the mist, so a small one will come out between his fingers. "Xiantiandaoyuan." Tang Huan's expression was calm, his attitude was leisurely, and his movements were flowing, without any pause. However, his "fantasy heavenly elements" pinched out of the mist by his fingers became more and more.
Ten ... Twenty ... Forty ... Eight ...
It took just a dozen breaths, and Tang Huan stopped his hand, with a little smile on his face, and there was a little more "Xiantiandaoyuan" in the left palm.