Chapter 659 No one is really indifferent to fame and fortune
"Treasure armor?"
Lu Shaolin stood beside the flying boat with his hands behind his back, looking at Song Qing's coir raincoat with burning eyes.
No one really cares about fame and fortune.
It's just that the so-called fame and fortune have not yet reached his heartfelt expectations.
"This Demon Slaying City really has some good things!"
A flash of greed flashed in Xu Zijian's eyes.
"Don't think about it. This Song Qing is at the eighth level of the Moon Flying Realm, and he is wearing this treasure armor. Not only you, but also Zuo Fu may not be able to defeat him."
There was also a hint of greed in Lu Shaolin's profound eyes.
The Demon Slaying City will be destroyed today, so we must get this treasure coir raincoat.
Below, Ren Buhui is so angry that he is vomiting blood at this moment. None of the disciples in Demon Slaughter City is a good bird.
This Song Qing looked like a decent scholar, but he turned out to be so wretched.
"Senior Brother Ren, use your trump card, otherwise you won't even be able to break through the defense of my treasured armor!"
Song Qing didn't mean to hide it, and directly admitted that this was a treasure armor.
Moreover, he also deliberately moved the patterns on the coir raincoat.
One way, two ways, three ways...
A total of nine implement patterns shone on the coir raincoat.
According to the current level of various instruments in the Nirvana Realm, the nine-marked treasure armor is already comparable to an artifact!
This time, even Zuo Fu's eyes were red.
Who would have thought that Demon Slaughter City is so rich that it even has nine-marked treasures!
Just this piece of treasure armor is worth half of the Alliance Exchange.
No matter what you say today, you must break the city and seize the armor!
Not only Zuo Fu, but also Wanfa Zong, Xuande Xiangshi and others were equally jealous.
Any affection, any friendship, go to hell.
Is there anything more worthy of risking one's life than a piece of nine-marked treasure armor?
"Break it for me!"
Ren Buhui was completely angry at this moment. Even if he risked his life with the nine-marked treasure armor, he might not be able to break through the opponent's defense. So he might as well release himself completely!
As Ren Buhui roared, above his head, a pair of cattail wings suddenly closed in the middle and merged into his body.
Then, Ren Buhui's body turned into a spear-like thorn, piercing Song Qing.
'Boom...'
There was a loud noise, and the treasured coir raincoat on Song Qing's body suddenly emitted rays of light, and the nine patterns of the weapon flashed, shining continuously.
The huge impact force formed a huge wave of vitality that spread to all directions.
Except for the strong men above the Chasing Sun Realm, everyone else could only muster up their vitality desperately to resist this wave of vitality.
'Huhu...'
After a wave of vitality, everyone looked at the two people in the field.
Song Qing was still standing there, while Ren Buhui was breathing heavily, with large drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
After this blow, Ren Buhui was completely exhausted!
What's even more terrifying is that Song Qing is still safe and sound, as if nothing is wrong.
"Senior Brother Ren, I'm sorry."
At this time, Song Qing's face lost all trace of laughter, and with a solemn look on his face, he raised his hand and slapped Ren Buhui on the neck.
'Plop...'
Ren Buhui was slapped to the ground by Song Qing,
"No regrets!"
Meng Nanyuan rushed out quickly and took Ren Buhui back.
Song Qing did not stop him, but smiled at Meng Nanyuan.
Meng Nanyuan quickly checked Ren Buhui and was relieved after confirming that Ren Buhui had just run out of energy and fainted from exhaustion.
Song Qing then waved his hand, put away the treasure raincoat, and said to Zuo Fu: "You seven major sects and younger generation disciples can come and try it. I, Song Qing, have accepted it!"
Arrogant and unruly!
Many disciples of the seven major sects were silent.
He even lost his face.
They are known as the seven strongest sects in the Beilu Region, but now they are provoked and slapped in the face by a small sect in a remote small town. However, they are unable to do anything to each other, which is very frustrating.
"Hmph, isn't it just because you have a treasured weapon? Without a treasured armor, how can you beat any enemy without regrets?"
One person in the Lianfeng City camp muttered unconvinced.
"I don't wear treasure armor. If I challenge you, do you dare to accept it?"
Song Qing asked back to the man.
"I……"
The man's face turned red and he didn't dare to say anything.
Song Qing sneered: "Deputy Leader Zuo, how about we change the gameplay?"
"What do you mean?"
Zuo Fu looked gloomy. Is this Song Qing playing with fire?
He even thought about asking Xu Zijian and others above to take action.
Song Qing proposed other ways of playing at this time, and Zuo Fu had no choice but to temporarily suppress the idea of letting Xu Zijian and others take action.
"On our side, Chutian and I don't take action. You elders, protectors, and those four evil geniuses don't take action. The remaining disciples of your seven major sects come together. There are a total of 106 white-clothed disciples behind me to challenge
All the disciples of your seven major sects, do you dare?"
Song Qing's eyes were burning and he spoke word by word.
"What?"
After hearing Song Qing's words, the seven major factions were collectively stunned.
First, Song Qing was confused that he actually knew the existence of those four evil geniuses.
The second is that Song Qing was so confused that he dared to let them have a group fight.
This is simply a provocation from Chi Guoguo. He just ignored them and wanted to play face-saving output!
"Do you mean to have a group fight?"
Zuo Fu was also in disbelief and asked slowly.
"That's right, a group fight. We, one hundred and six disciples in white, will fight in a group all the young disciples from your seven major sects who came today."
Song Qing waved his hand, quite as if he was scolding Fang Qiu.
"Do you know how many younger disciples there are in our seven major sects?"
The corners of Zuo Fu's mouth curled up with a cold expression.
"Except for you old people, how can there be three thousand people?"
Song Qing touched her chin and said.
"Since you know this, you still dare to let more than a hundred of your disciples challenge 3,000 people. Do you think that all your disciples are strong men?"
"Or is it that your arrogance exceeds your brain?"
Naturally, Zuo Fu couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to think about what it was like for the opponent with more than 100 people to challenge their 3,000 people.
That is absolutely an impossible concept to win!
Not to mention anything else, the three thousand disciples of the seven major sects are all elites, many of whom are preparing to participate in the Heavenly Chosen Plan. There are hundreds of people at the high level of the Moon Flying Realm alone, and there are hundreds of people at the middle level of the Moon Flying Realm.
There are two thousand people.
With so many people, one person can drown more than a hundred people with his spit, right?
Where did he get the courage to fight with so many of his own?
"You're going to gang up on us sooner or later, so why don't we bring it up first so that we can leave a mark in history."
Song Qing said with a smile on his face and a rather tragic tone.
Behind Song Qing, Chen Yao, Xi Yan, Yan Zihang, Lei Chuan, Shen Chen, Xu Feng and others all had tragic expressions.
"These drama queens..."
In the Star-Zhaing Tower, Zi Yuanying looked at Ye Wenchan: "Is this your idea too?"