"Old bastard, I originally thought you were shameless enough, but now I find that besides being shameless, you don't even have any shame. It really makes me look at you differently!"
Seeing Lei Qi treat him like a little beast, Zhuo Wen was a little angry and immediately retorted without giving in.
Lei Qi's brows twitched, and he said angrily: "What a little beast. Not only did he kill the killer, but he also spoke unabashedly. He deserves to be damned. White Messenger, you have seen it, right? Do you still want to defend this kid?"
When Messenger Bai was still about to speak, the man in golden armor standing next to Brahma also came down. He glanced at Lei Qi first, then faced the old man with rosacea and said, "Bai Zhanchao, this matter is indeed the fault of this son.
If you did something wrong, you should hand him over."
Zhuo Wen looked at the big man in golden armor and his heart sank slightly. He did not expect that the big man in golden armor who was following Brahma would actually turn towards Lei Qi.
"Lei Gaochang, there are some things I don't want to expose. If you want to help Lei Qi understand his personal grudges, you can wait until after the galaxy competition. It is now a galaxy competition, and you are not qualified to get involved." The old man with rosacea remained the same.
Coldly and authentically.
The big man in golden armor frowned slightly, and when he was about to continue speaking, his face changed slightly, he raised his head and glanced at the Brahma sky above, was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice to Lei Qi: "This seems to be a misunderstanding, please go down.
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Lei Qi's face changed slightly, and there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes. Unfortunately, the big man in golden armor ignored it and said coldly: "If you don't go down, do you want me to kick you out?"
Lei Qi glanced at Zhuo Wen bitterly, then turned around to leave the ring.
"Since it was a misunderstanding and I am the victim, is this the end of it?"
Zhuo Wen suddenly spoke, and Lei Qi turned around with a gloomy face and looked at Zhuo Wen coldly.
Although Zhuo Wen didn't know why the golden-armored man wanted to face Lei Qi, but since the golden-armored man also had the surname Lei, and the golden-armored man was somewhat similar to Lei Qi, he knew that Lei Qi's relationship with the golden-armored man should be unusual.
In addition, the personal grudges that the old man with rosacea mentioned just now were resolved after the galaxy competition, which made him feel quite cold.
The words of the old man with rosacea were obviously reminding the big man in golden armor that now is the galaxy competition, you can't do anything casually, but after the galaxy competition is over, you can do whatever you want.
Naturally, Zhuo Wen would not be stupid enough to think that Brahma and the old man with rosacea would protect him after the galactic competition. He knew that it was absolutely impossible.
"In the end, it's because I'm too weak. Among this group of strong men, I have no right to speak at all, and I even have to do it myself."
Zhuo Wen thought helplessly in his heart, he knew very well that if he was strong enough now, Lei Qi would still dare to be so presumptuous? The old man with rosacea would not force him to participate in this galaxy competition.
Although he is a low-key man now, since the Brahma and the old man with rosacea still need him Zhuowen, he must make good use of this opportunity.
"Then what do you want to do?" The man in golden armor asked Zhuo Wen with a cold look.
Zhuo Wen said calmly: "This Lei Qi confuses right and wrong and falsely accuses the innocent. He should pay some compensation anyway, right?"
The big man in golden armor looked a little coldly and said: "What compensation do you want?"
"Will Lei Qi compensate me for his spiritual ring? If you don't want to, you can also bring out the eighth-level magic medicine. Of course, it would be best if there is a ninth-level magic medicine!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
"Who do you think you are? Asking for my spiritual ring? And you think that the eighth-level magic medicine is cabbage? You are just a monk who has just condensed the virtual bridge, and you dare to ask for so much?" Lei Qi looked at me unkindly.
Zhuo Wen looked at the old man with rosacea and said, "Mr. Bai, this Lei Qi misunderstood me at first and even wanted to kill me. Now I plan to forgive him and just ask him to apologize. His attitude is so bad. I want you all, Mr. Bai."
see that?"
The old man with rosacea glanced at Zhuo Wen indifferently, then looked at the big man in golden armor and said: "That's good, just let Lei Qi come out with an eighth-level magic medicine or something equivalent to it, and let's leave it at that.
It’s been revealed!”
The big man in golden armor nodded, casually took out an eighth-level magic medicine from the spiritual ring, handed it to Zhuo Wen and said: "This is the eighth-level magic medicine, take it. Now that both are clear, let's continue the competition!"
With that said, the big man in golden armor left the ring, but before leaving, he secretly sent a message to Lei Qi to be honest.
"Father, are you going to give the eighth-level magic medicine to this little beast like this?" Lei Qi walked down the ring and said reluctantly.
The golden-armored man sent a message and replied: "What else do you want? Now Lord Brahma attaches great importance to this son, do you want to touch Lord Brahma's bad luck? And Bai Zhanchao has already said that after the galaxy competition,
We can settle our personal grudges at will, and obviously neither Bai Zhanchao nor Lord Brahma will care about this little beast at that time."
"There's no rush to deal with this little beast. There will be plenty of time anyway."
Lei Qi's brows relaxed, and he quickly sent a message and replied: "Thank you, father, for reminding me. I understand this matter."
Zhuo Wen sneered as he casually put the eighth-level magic medicine into the spiritual ring. He knew exactly what the big man in golden armor and Lei Qi were paying attention to.
"Brother Zhuo, you have to be careful about Lei Gaochang. Lei Gaochang is the protector of the Brahma Palace and has a very high status. Lei Qi is the illegitimate son of Lei Gaochang. If you offend Lei Qi, I'm afraid these two father and son will not let it go.
your."
A cold voice sounded in Zhuo Wen's mind, and Zhuo Wen knew it was Tong Qimei from the Half Moon Palace without even looking.
Since Lei Qi could recognize him, Tong Qimei must also be able to recognize him, so he was not surprised at all when Tong Qimei sent him a message.
The competition continued, but since Zhuo Wen killed Han Lun, there were far fewer challengers.
Zhuo Wen was a little helpless, but after completing the two hundred victories, there were almost no monks who took the initiative to challenge, so Zhuo Wen had no choice but to end.
The arena competition lasted for three days and three nights, and more and more players were eliminated. In the end, there were only about 10,000 monks left.
The old man with rosacea also shouted stop at the right time, and then all doubtful eyes fell on the old man with rosacea.
The old man with rosacea said before that a thousand people would be screened out for the second round of the arena competition. Now there are still ten thousand people. Why did they stop so early?
"Next, let's change the rules of the arena competition. All the remaining 10,000 monks will enter the arena, and then there will be a big melee. The loser will be eliminated, and the winner will get all the points of the loser."
After the old man with rosacea finished speaking, the huge jade platform under his feet began to expand continuously, and eventually expanded infinitely, reaching a size of ten thousand feet, enough to accommodate ten thousand people.
"Let's start now. Let the remaining 10,000 players enter the ring!"
After the old man with rosacea finished speaking, a sound broke through the air, and then under the ring, figures like locusts flew up to the ring.
The moment these contestants fell into the ring, they dispersed one after another and looked around with vigilant eyes, alerting other monks to sneak attacks on them.
As for the disciples of the ten major sects, the moment they entered the arena, they all hugged together and formed a small team.
The moment Zhuo Wen fell into the ring, he was immediately attacked by several attacks.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, kicked his right foot, and dodged several attacks. Then he saw the shadow of Youtong not far away leading the monks of Youhuan Sect, rushing toward him with great momentum.
He knew without thinking that the Youhuan Sect's targeting of him must have something to do with Lei Qi.
"Brother Zhuo!"
A clear voice came, and Yun Chuyu rushed to Zhuo Wen's side, and coming with her were a group of Tianmo Island disciples led by Mo Fan and Yu Shan.
"Chu Yu!" Zhuo Wen smiled.
"Brother Zhuo, you make us so worried. You blended into the crowd without saying a word, and we were all anxious." Mo Fan patted Zhuo Wen on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Yu Shan said in a neutral tone: "It's good that you're fine. Thank you very much for the matter of Falling into the Demon Valley!"
Looking at Mo Fan and Yu Shan, Zhuo Wen felt warm in his heart. These two people really regarded him as friends, otherwise they would not have gathered around him immediately after entering the ring.
With the support of the Tianmo Island team, the Youhuan Sect team also stopped. The leader You Tongying said with gloomy eyes: "Brother Mo, Miss Yu Shan, what do you two mean? I have never heard of this person.
Are they from your Heavenly Demon Island?"
"You Tongying, get lost! Zhuo Wen is my friend. If you want to touch him, you can fight me first." Yu Shan said bluntly.
You Tongying's face froze, and then he glanced at Zhuo Wen hatefully, then led the team away.
Now the big melee has just begun, and he doesn't want to face Demon Island so early.
Of course, this is also the unanimous view of the teams of the ten major sects. In fact, the strength gap between the ten major sects is not too big. If they fight together from the beginning, it will be easy for other forces to take advantage of them.
Therefore, they all reached a tacit agreement to eliminate other casual cultivators or disciples from other forces before engaging in a decisive battle.
Of course, the top 1,000 people will be selected for this melee. Even if the top ten sects do not have to collide head-on, they should all be able to enter the top 1,000 and enter the third round.
Therefore, the disciples of the ten major sects cannot afford conflicts, and it is best not to have conflicts.