Chu Feiwu was sitting on the big tree, as if watching a play, looking at the masters coming from all directions, and in the end, he couldn't help but jump with fear!
In just half an hour, the experts gathered around him, the lowest level was Grand Fighter or above, more than 5,000 people.
He roughly calculated that there were nearly thirty eighth-level swordsman masters; there were almost hundreds of seventh-level swordsman masters; and the rest were all great fighter masters from the fourth to sixth levels.
Such a terrifying lineup was just to hunt down a young fighter like him. These people thought highly of him. Even if he died in their hands, he would still be famous all over the world?
Sure enough, as Chu Feiwu expected, it is difficult to do things with a large number of people. There are nearly thirty sects in six countries. Each sect has almost sent an eighth-level swordsman master and a seventh-level swordsman master.
Master swordsmen, they are discussing how to distribute the treasures on the young man's body?
Although the masters of the small sects did not dare to offend the large sects and were not qualified to participate in the division of the spoils, how could they just give up in front of such a treasure? If they could snatch the things from the young man, even if it meant bankrupting their entire family,
Are they willing to sacrifice everything? Therefore, they surround and gather together, unwilling to leave.
And those thirty sects gathered together and discussed for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a solution. After all, the young man only had three treasures, but there were thirty of them, and each one of them had different abilities.
How can ideas be unified?
Chu Feiwu was sitting on the big tree, getting impatient with waiting. These people gathered together and discussed for a long time. They neither attacked him nor started fighting among themselves. Isn't this a solution?
Thinking of this, Chu Feiwu put a smile on his face and simply made a suggestion to them: "Don't argue anymore. You can't escape anyway. Let's do this. You are thirty eighth-level swordsmen in total.
Let's compete to determine the outcome. I am also willing to be a referee for you. The top three masters who win, the first place, will get the most precious "Fire Demon Pearl" from me, and the second place will get it.
To get this sword in my hand, the third place can only get this Xuanjie Nai Ring in my hand, I don’t know what you think?”
After hearing the young man's suggestion, the old eighth-level swordsmen who were arguing immediately stopped arguing. Everyone nodded, feeling that the young man's suggestion was a good one. They couldn't help but smile on their faces, but they
They were not fools. After a while, they all came to their senses. How could there be such a truth in the world that the person who was killed was still helping the murderer to think of a way to kill him? Is the young man crazy?
Immediately, there was an old eighth-level swordsman with a suspicious look on his face. He looked at the young man and sneered: "You want us to kill each other, so you can take the opportunity to escape--"
Hearing the words of Elder Chu of the Heavenly Sword Sect of the Paradise Kingdom, the other eighth-level swordsman elders suddenly realized that they all started to curse at the young man. Suddenly, chaos began to appear on the scene, and everyone wanted to say something to the young man.
The young man took action.
At this time, Gao Tiannan, the Tiantang Gang disciple who participated in the hunt for Chu Feiwu yesterday, and Mu Mingzhu, the beautiful girl who first provoked Chu Feiwu, were also among the Tiantang Gang disciples. The two of them stood together and saw the young man coming over.
His cold gaze made everyone shiver!
Elder Mu of their Tiantang Gang was a seventh-level swordsman master, and they both died at the hands of the young man in front of them. Why weren't they both frightened?