The square in front of a palace is full of monks. They wear different clothes, obviously they come from different regions. Many people are blocking the entrance of the main hall, looking at the front with a playful face.

At the front of these people, there were one or two hundred people, all of them full of powerful momentum. They looked at the gate of the main hall disdainfully, and many of them even reached the point of tension.

At the gate of the main hall, there were many monks. Almost all the people who participated in the Wansheng Pharmacopoeia gathered here, and their faces were not very good-looking.

"We have only three palaces in the southern region. If the last one is given to you, do we have a place to stay?" A young man in white in the southern region puffed up his courage and looked very gloomy.

These days, they have been crowded out by other eight regions monks. More than 100 people have been crowded into a palace, which is already very crowded. Let alone practice, they are not comfortable living.

Usually, these people are the genius of the emperor and the holy city. However, when they arrived here, their pride was destroyed in a few days.

Compared with other regions, the overall strength of the southern region is not as good as that of the southern region. Most of the people are just fighting in the holy land of Hunyuan, and a few of them are just fighting in fairyland, while Hongmeng is almost extinct!

The general genius of medicine making goes very fast in the process of medicine making, but his own strength is not so good. The nine regions friars under the age of 25, who can not only break through the holy land of Hunyuan battle, but also become Saint level Dan fighting masters, can be called genius.

For example, Chu yunbei, although he was the third smallest realm of Hongmeng war god realm at the beginning, was also a saint level Dan fighting master. In the nine realms, he was also a rare genius.

Not to mention that the north of Chu cloud has broken through to the sixth small realm of Hongmeng war god realm. Even in the ancient city of Chu family, few people of the same age can match it.

"If you don't have a place to stay, sleep on the street. Isn't it more spacious?" On the other side, a young man in a blue robe gave a cold smile.

"Why don't you sleep on the street?" The young man in the white robe in the southern region frowned and became extremely angry.

If Yunxi were here, he would be recognized, because this young man in white robe was his cousin Yun Zheng, who had worshipped under the door of Chu Wenxuan, the unparalleled holy city of Chu, and followed Chu Yannan.

But he didn't die. At that time, his Master Chu Wenxuan just left the unparalleled holy city and did something to avoid a disaster.

"What did you say?" The young man in qingpao glared, and the momentum of Hongmeng war spirit came out. Yun Zheng and a group of friars in the southern region suddenly shuddered.

"I said murongxi, is your spiritual realm OK? If not, it's our turn to the eastern realm. The eastern realm is not only adjacent to the southern realm, but also to the heavenly realm. We are all neighbors. Let's leave this palace to the eastern realm." At this moment, a young man in a gold robe next to him said, in a tone of sarcasm.

He was wearing a golden crown. He was extremely noble and proud. He exuded a sense of superior.

"Hum!" The young man in qingpao gave a cold hum and glared at the young man in jinpao. His name was Murong Xi, a genius of the Murong family.

Among the Lingyu monks who went to the ancient city of Chu to attend the Wansheng Pharmacopoeia, his talent of refining medicine was only weaker than Murong langchen.

"Finally, I'll give you a chance to continue to get out, I can let you go, otherwise..." Murongxi's murderous spirit has already bloomed.

God and region asked for a palace in the southern region, and the monks in the southern region gave up after only a few struggles. Now, they dare to compete with him. Doesn't it mean that their spiritual region is inferior to God and region?

This naturally made murongxi angry, but he didn't think that there were three palaces in the beginning, and the southern region monks had a way out. Now, the southern region monks have no way out.

If they really want to be driven to the street by the people of the spirit realm, they will never want to raise their heads in front of the other friars.

Murongxi said that, his momentum suddenly soared a few points, and his killing intention became stronger and stronger.

"What if not?" Before murongxi could continue to speak, a indifferent voice suddenly sounded from the rear. The voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating. All the monks heard it clearly.

"Who the hell is talking?" Murongxi was the first one to get upset and looked around coldly. At this time, the crowd in the rear made way.

In the distance, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the crowd. It was a young man in a black robe, with thick black hair flying in the wind, and a white kitten on his shoulder.

Come naturally is doutian, hear the crowd's comments, doutian also probably understand what happened.

As a member of the southern region, doutian naturally does not like to see others pee on his head. What's more, he still needs to live here for a while.

Can't he still go to sleep in the street? What a joke!

"You son of a bitch just now? Where's the beast Murong Xi see doutian ignore him, immediately angry.

Other people also disdain to look at doutian, this boy is really looking for death, even dare to touch Murong Xi's brow, many faces show the smile of watching a good play.

"PoofAs soon as murongxi's voice fell, there was a flash of light in the void. Then, murongxi's body suddenly fell out, one arm flying high, blood splashing.

"Hiss ~" the crowd gasped, their pupils suddenly shrank, and everyone's eyes suddenly looked at Dou Tian.

Don't know when, doutian has disappeared in place, as if never appeared in general.

"Ah ~" Murong Xi uttered a scream like killing a pig. His figure quickly regressed, and there was a black shadow flashing in his pupil.

Bang!

Before he could recover, a giant foot came down from the sky and trampled on his chest.

Boom, giant foot with murongxi fell on the ground, the ground suddenly a shock, a crack diffuse to all directions, splashed all over the sky dust.

Through the dust, the crowd saw a dark shadow. He stood with one hand and stepped on murongxi's chest. His face was cold.

"I'll teach you a little bit about how to behave. Don't stink! One arm is your price The shadow heavily kicked Murong Xi's side ribs.

Murongxi's body burst out and hit the friars in the spirit region. Several people rushed up to block murongxi's body.

When they came into contact with murongxi, they felt a huge force surging forward, and the bones of their hands cracked.

The next moment, several people fell to the ground at the same time, looking at the distant shadow with a face of resentment.

"So strong!" The pupils of the crowd trembled violently, and those with a playful look on their faces also showed a cautious look.

It's not a common terror that murongxi can fight back. No matter how hard he is, he must be a monk of Hongmeng war god realm. But is there a monk of Hongmeng war god realm who participates in the Wansheng pharmacopoeia in the southern region?

When the dust cleared away, the dark shadow appeared again. He stood alone in front of the hall, with his back to the door of the hall and the southern friars, looking coldly ahead.

Who else can shadow have besides doutian?

He looked at all the monks coldly and said in a cold voice, "who else wants this palace?"