Li Jing silently recited her daughter's nickname in her heart, and her purple-brown eyes, which were originally burning with anger, gradually became calmer.
When he thought that his daughter was still in Tianfu Sect as a hostage, he could not release his murderous intent.
"Breathe in and breathe in and breathe out..."
After taking a few heavy breaths, the three-inch murder nail spoke in a very awkward voice and said: "The Tianshu (Shu) Dili Liu (Button) Competition has clear ghost tripod (regulations), my age
The limit has already been exceeded, how can I participate?"
Zuo Changshi raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "It's his grandma's fault. As soon as I hear this plow mirror speak, I feel uncomfortable all over."
"No matter how powerful this plow mirror is, it can't change its nature as a monster. It has been so many years and it still can't speak fluent human language."
On the face, the old man smiled lightly and waved his hand: "Hahaha, then you don't need to worry. I will take care of everything for you."
"What you have to do is to kill Chen Shen, and then bring his Space Mysterious Ring, Beast Bag, and Armored Weapons back to me."
After a short silence, Li Jing stood up and left, not forgetting to respond with three cold words: "I know."
Early the next morning, as the sky was just getting dark, spectators from many heaven-level sects, and even earth-level sects who had received the name of the Seventy-Two Earth Buttons, were already arriving in front of the Ghost Face Yin and Yang Gate one after another.
The large arena made of square keels and stone marrow is the battlefield for the last event of the Tianshu Earth Button Competition.
"Hey, I wonder if Qingyun Zong Chenshen will still participate in the competition?"
"In my opinion, it won't happen. Qingyun Sect's current total points are far ahead. Even if the individual combat score is zero, it will be difficult for other sects to catch up."
"That's not necessarily the case. You know, Chen Shen has already formed a long-standing relationship with the Three Sects, Seven Sects and One Jedi."
"If it were me, knowing that there is no way out, I might as well continue to compete and trample on the three sects, seven gates and one desperate ground, and I will die without regrets."
"Hey, don't tell me. Judging from the boy's temper when he fought against the heroes at the top of the lonely peak, it is really possible for him to do this."
"Holy shit, right? Then wouldn't our Savage Giant Ox Sect have no chance of success?"
"Tch~ It's as if if Chen Shen doesn't participate, you can beat other contestants and advance to the Ninety-nine Heavenly Shu!"
…
There is no doubt that Chen Shen and the Qingyun Sect he represents have become the biggest dark horses in this Tianshu Dibution Competition.
The reason why many competitors and spectators rushed here early in the morning was because they couldn't bear to witness the young man's crazy battle again.
Time passed by minute by second, and when there was only half an hour left before the start of the competition, the co-organizer's chief judge for this event finally stood up and appeared on the stage.
Almost at the same time, Chen Shen led everyone from the Qingyun Sect and arrived belatedly.
When he raised his eyes, he happened to see the figure walking up from the air, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Huh? There are actually two chief judges in the Tianshu Ranking Individual Martial Arts Competition?"
"And it happens to be Xian Shengyang of Yaoshen Sect and Zuo Changshi of Tianfu Sect..."
When Chen Shen glanced at him, the two old men looked at him in unison, with a hint of provocation flashing in their eyes: "Hey, I thought this little beast wouldn't come."
"It's best if he can still compete, so..."
Immediately, the two showed humility to each other, and then Xian Shengyang read out the rules of the match.
In fact, the individual fighting competitions in Tianshu Ranking and Diniu Ranking are basically the same, except that there are no restrictions on cultivation level.
After some nagging, Xian Shengyang waved his hand: "Now, all contestants are asked to move to the front of the stage and undergo routine inspections."
As soon as the words were spoken, contestants from all sects came forward one after another.
According to regulations, each sect can only send one person to participate in the Tianshu Ranking Individual Martial Arts Competition.
Therefore, the Jihan Tianzong sent Xia Caiyue, who was in the one-star Xuanzun realm, and left Pan He, who was slightly inferior, in the audience seat.
There was no need for Chunyang Zong to say anything. Guan Yu strode out with a confident smile on his lips.
Niu Xiaolu, who was also sent by Wanhua Sect, was in the one-star Xuanzun realm. Before leaving, this girl did not forget to wink at Chen Shen playfully and said through the message: "Brother Chen Shen, come on~"
The one who represented Fuyao Sect in the battle was not Fuyao Fairy Girl, but Yun Guxue.
Although this little beauty’s injuries have not fully recovered, she can say in her own words: “Nowadays, the top experts in the three sects, seven sects and one Jedi are all in the range of 10 to 10, and almost no one is my opponent. Now I am not a sect.
How long will it take for Menda to earn some points?"
"Don't worry, aunt. At worst, if we face someone from the Formation Star Sect or Soul Sect, I will just give up."
Chen Xiaoyun really couldn't defeat the other party. After thinking about what she said was reasonable, she let him go.
"Master, be careful."
As soon as Chen Shen took a step, he heard a worried voice from Miao Ling behind him.
"Silly girl, don't worry! In today's arena, there are not many people who can look me in the eyes, let alone hurt me."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the soul's perception that spread like an invisible tide captured an existence that should not be underestimated.
"Um?"
He narrowed his eyes and slowly looked into the crowd diagonally in front of him. He saw the old man whose height was only about the height of an ordinary cultivator's thigh.
"This guy's aura is very powerful, even worse than Xiang Beiyou who came to make trouble in our Qingyun Sect's compound that day..."
"His breastplate...is from the Tianfu Sect? Haha, that old bastard Zuo Changzhi really did some tricks."
Chen Shen's heart moved secretly.
It was not difficult for him to imagine that this "airborne" master was not targeting himself, but also the people around him.
If not, why didn't this short old man appear on the stage during the Capture the Flag battle, and why didn't he appear until now?
"That's all, the soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. I want to see how strong the goods that your Tianfu Sect airborne are really strong?"
Since that day in the Qingyun Sect courtyard, Chen Shen, who had advanced to the half-step Xuanzun realm, used the "Lingbo Ghost Shadow Step" of the Dacheng realm to play Xiang Beiyou, who was at the peak of the three-star Xuanzun realm, like a monkey. This young man's attitude towards
My own confidence is particularly deep.
The fists in his sleeves tightened slightly, and he thought to himself: "Your three sects, seven sects and one Jedi are trying every possible means to get rid of me, right? Okay, then I will crush your most proud trump card in front of you...
…”
After about a cup of tea, most of the racers had finished checking.
At this time, everyone saw an old boy who was not tall enough to be in the ring jump on it.
In an instant, many people who had climbed to the top of the rankings for the first time and were qualified to watch the game were confused: "Huh? Where did this dwarf old man come from?"