King of Gods

The Virtual Sea Arena is a closed space that is cast from extremely hard and special rock crystal materials. Moreover, the entire arena, in the stagnation of the huge array of law, even if it is the great Dan Yuanyuan, it is difficult to damage the arena.

At the entrance, there are some guards guarding the temple.

“The fee for deducting fifty yuan of spar per person.”

Admission fees are sufficient to allow some of the sectarians in the area to go bankrupt.

Zhao Feng and others, there are many virtual sea orders in their hands, and the crystal spar with a certain number of days can be deducted.

The young pony with the road, slightly bitter, also deducted the cost of the crystal spar.

"That kid has won twenty-nine games in a row, insisting on the end, killing him."

"The odds of one to twenty-five."

"Oh, my five hundred top grades are spar."

In the arena, shouting loudly, accompanied by some mourning.

There are eight competitive platforms in the vast arena.

Most of the people gathered in the competition platform in the east direction. The nearby viewing seats have already exploded.

"He is the genius of the real Wu Sheng?"

"Small age, only in his early twenties, he has Dan Yuanjing."

The eyes of many people are fixed on the East Arena, the short-haired boy.

The short-haired boy, a pure black robe, looks very ordinary, placed in the crowd, is a very humble kind.

however.

On this stage of gathering a large number of extraterritorial powerhouses, he made every move and attracted attention, which made some girls favor it.

"This is the genius of the true Wu holy land?"

Loulan's water at first glance, there are some psychological gaps.

In her mind, the genius from the spiritual sanctuary should be tall and heroic, or cold and extraordinary, or overbearing.

At the moment, this short-haired boy is not tall, and even slightly thin and tender.

"Chen brother, the opponent outside the Holy Land, there is really no challenge..."

Short-haired teenagers, some grievances, look to the south of the stage, a tall and thin young.

"A few tricks, your fire is not home, or you can solve the battle faster."

The tall and thin youth shook his head slightly.

Short-haired teenagers, tall and thin youths, are the geniuses from the true Wusheng.

The high-skinned youth has the cultivation of Da Dan Yuan Jing, and basically no one challenges him.

It is also a relatively short "short hair teenager", which is also the beginning of Xiao Dan Yuan Jing.

"The 30th game."

A referee opened the door.

In the arena on the east side, there are actually four referees who are respected by the great Dan.

This can be seen.

The virtual sea spirit hall attaches importance to the East Arena.

"Xiao Xiaowa let me fly to the sky and teach you the holy place to learn."

A vulgar old man, holding a bamboo pole, jumped onto the arena.

"Ma Feiyun turned out to be the pirate leader who was rampant in the past."

"This Ma Yunfei, the peak period, is the peak of Xiaodan Yuanjing in the late period. However, when exploring the deep sea forbidden land, it suffered a change and was repaired to fall into the middle of Xiaodan Yuanjing."

Some of the spectators present, recognized the identity of Ma Yunfei.

Even if Ma Yunfei, this time fell to the middle of Xiaodan Yuanjing, but the realm of his pirate head of the year is rumored and sturdy and sophisticated, not comparable to the same level.

"The celestial shadowless stick"

When Ma Yunfei shot, he urged the soldiers in the hands of the ground.

The seemingly ordinary bamboo rafts, illusion of a vast bamboo shadow forest, endless, overwhelming, there is a kind of ruthlessness that engulfs everything.

"The order of the gods... the ground level combat skills..."

Zhao Feng’s heart is slightly stunned.

He can be sure that the strength of this Ma Yunfei is in no way inferior or even more violent than the pirate leader of the Xiao Dan Yuan Jing who he encountered earlier.

If you are alone, you may be able to beat him, but if you want to win or lose, I am afraid that after a hundred moves.

"Old man, you are doing this trick, in the spiritual sanctuary, not enough to see."

The short-haired teenager licked his mouth.

"Heavenly Stars"

Short-haired teenagers, do not retreat, a fist punched out, a low-pitched bang in the void, hundreds of thousands of punches and hurricanes, breaking the sky, magnificent, and a kind of horrible atmosphere.

噗噗咔

The bamboo shadow forest that Ma Yunfei played, the layer of peeling and breaking, seems to bear the impact of a million pounds of meteors.

"This little boy..."

Ma Yunfei repeatedly retreats, and he suddenly discovers that his hundreds of years of combat experience, in front of the other party's steady and steady, back to the real boxing strength, did not even have a little help.

Every time a short-haired teenager hits a punch, it seems that there is boundless pressure, and there is a breath of arrogance.

Every punch, oppressing his body and soul.

啼

Ma Yunfei’s body suddenly bears the punching light pushed by a hundred feet of hurricane, and the body flies out.

Wow

At the moment of landing, Ma Yunfei spit out a blood, and the body bones broke several times.

"How to make even ten strokes have not survived."

"The pirate leader who had been in the past for a while was actually defeated so quickly."

Everyone was amazed.

The people in the audience, the naked eye, feel that the strength of short-haired teenagers is not so terrible, but the opponents are so confused.

"Everything is even in the late stage of Xiao Dan's Yuan Dynasty. In front of this boy, he has not insisted on one or twenty strokes."

Although Zhao Feng did not use the eyes of the gods, his physical physique is the level of the Great Dan, and his senses are sharp and powerful.

Actually.

On the court, there is only the Lord of the Great Dan, who can sense the true mystery and power of the short-haired juvenile warfare.

"It has been winning thirty games in a row"

Some spectators on the field are waiting for new challengers.

at this time.

The odds of winning short-haired teenagers are getting higher and higher, reaching one to twenty-eight.

In other words.

As long as the gambling opponent wins, a piece of crystal spar can win twenty-eight.

Moreover, this odds, as the short-haired teenager wins, will continue to climb.

Whizzing

At this moment, two powerful atmospheres in the arena, broke through the air, and forced the East Arena.

"This kid is handed over to me"

"Hahaha, I gambled on my own 100,000 yuan, and if I win, I can get millions of top grade spar."

The two breaths have reached the late stage of Xiao Dan Yuan Jing.

Two come, a purple man, a fat middle-aged middle-aged.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two challenge"

"It’s all in the late days of Xiao Dan’s Yuan Dynasty. One of them seems to be the peak of Xiao Dan’s later days.”

The enthusiasm on the field was rekindled.

These two opponents are obviously stronger than before.

In particular, the fat face is big middle-aged, and it has the cultivation of the peak of Xiao Dan Yuanjing. Further, it is the great Dan Yuanyuan.

"No fun."

The short-haired teenager licked his mouth again.

"That's it, you beat them both, the odds are still."

Another sacred genius "high-skinned youth", said with a smile.

"Ah? One hit two?"

A few referees, with a wrong face.

After all, the official hall of the temple is a banker. If you lose, the loss is not small.

A few people's eyes, cast on the arena, a black-faced old man, this person is obviously the person in charge of the arena, the breath is approaching the king of the virtual god.

"can."

The black-faced old man looked deeply at the tall and thin youth.

"Haha, it's still a bit challenging, you guys will come together."

The short-haired teenager grinned.

What one to play two?

Everyone glimpsed, and the audience was in full swing.

"fast"

"Quick bet"

At this time, the odds of short-haired teenagers reached one to thirty.

too crazy

More and more people are involved in betting.

After all, this time it was the late two Xiao Dan Yuan Jing, one of which was still the peak.

"Heavenly Stars"

On the competitive stage, the short-haired teenagers are full of war, and the martial arts are more condensed, revealing a long history of blood.

Change the nine swords

Ten-party only

The purple-haired man and the fat face are middle-aged, and they are coldly shot, with ridicule in their eyes.

When the two of them came out, they joined forces, and they recruited each other, and they took care of each other.

"I remembered that these two people are ‘Zi Zun’s two, and they are especially good at teaming up. They have teamed up to fight against the great Dan Yuanyuan.”

"Zi Zun two absolutely? It turned out to be these two guys"

A group of spectators, the expression is more excited.

Purple Zun

It turns out that the purple-haired man and the fat face are middle-aged, and they are a tacit group of two people. They have always been advancing and retreating.

"This ‘Zi Zun’s two must, under the joint force, the force is approaching the Great Dan.”

Zhao Feng could not help but swear.

In the absence of the use of the gods eye, cursing a hundred corpses, he is not the opponent of the two together, plus the lord, the winner is only five or five.

after all.

This purple sacred two-pronged battle technique complements each other and also has the ranks of the gods.

啼嘣 轰 —— ——

The battle on the arena is intertwined.

Short-haired teenagers, despite their inheritance in combat techniques, are incomparably brilliant, but after all, they are repaired and have a big difference with the two.

Between the early and late peaks of Xiaodan Yuanjing, under normal circumstances, the number of real elements in the body can be two or three times different, and the intensity is also different.

"This little boy is really better than playing two of us, and it is so fierce."

"It is a pity that he is not enough. If it is in the middle of Xiaodanyuan, it may be us."

On the face of the purple statue, there is a hint of light smile, not eager to win, a little bit of the short hair of the young man.

Humph

The short-haired teenager has a slight sinking, and some can't hold the two.

"open"

Short-haired teenagers have a ring of arms, and the body is filled with a **** atmosphere of a wild and overbearing.

Suddenly, its whole body flesh, condensed with a dark and quaint texture, as if it is some kind of wild skin, thick and hard, like skin and skin, like scales and scales, but also has a carapace texture.

"Jiang Shidi, don't"

On the other side of the high-skinned youth, the face changed.

"That **** breath..."

Purple Zun II has a sense of suffocation, from the heart and soul of the trepidation.

噗嗤

The attack of the two men is still shrouded and submerged.

The short-haired teenager is fully urging the blood strength in the depths of the body, and there is no dodge or defense.

"what"

Everyone on the field, a scream, could not bear to witness.

Rumble

The short-haired boy's body shape is still motionless. He stands there, like a giant beast that stands proudly and wildly, and emits a thrilling and ridiculous atmosphere.

laugh

His body surface, leaving a thin blood mark on his nails, healed quickly, dark and quaint texture, rough and firm.

"How can this be"

Purple Zun two absolutely lost their voices, and they launched a joint attack, under the Dan Dan Yuanjing, they have always been arrogant and invincible, no one can be spared.

"what happened……"

Moreover, the body and flesh of the two men, and even the soul and soul consciousness, are from the instinctive tremor.

Unconsciously.

The knees of "Purple Respect" have been bent halfway, and they want to worship, and their faces are inexplicably fearful.

The same moment.

A large number of spectators in the audience, even on the periphery, the heart and soul of the inexplicable trepidation.

"how come……"

Zhao Feng feels his blood, trembled, the little thief on the shoulder, a rare revealing solemnity.

Plop

Some of the strongmen who are below the peak of God, knees directly on the ground.

Including several crew members around Zhao Feng, Lou Lan shui a face, it is even a red, the body slightly shakes, standing unstable.

"That **** breath, is it the ‘Taiwan Wanbang list,...”

A master of ink in the Great Dan Yuan, can not help but stunned, with his level of life, the soul of the body, is a period of uneasiness.