The crowd of onlookers in the audience cheered, all cheering for Wu Xiaomin, but Zhang Zhao froze in place.

"A nest of snakes and rats?"

What does this mean? Do you think you're the same person as this Chiaono?

Zhang Zhao didn't know why Wu Xiaomin said this, maybe he thought he was such a person, or maybe he came forward to intercede for Qian Qingye. But no matter what, she must have misunderstood herself, and she pleaded for Qian Qingye, which was also for her sake, because if she killed Qian Qingye, then Wu Xiaomin would also lose her qualification for the competition, which would be too cost-effective.

"Alas......"

Zhang Zhao sighed silently, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, at least you can take care of me." ”

The competition is still ongoing, and I don't know when it will end.

On the first day of the preliminary round, the excitement of the herringbone group was unanimously recognized by everyone.

There were a total of 100 competitions in the three rings in one day, with 200 players participating.

Time flies, and soon another month has passed, and the preliminary stage of the herringbone group has finally come to an end.

Out of a total of 20,000 people, only 5,000 advanced to the second round. After a round of preliminary rounds, the audience also commented on the martial arts players. There are a total of twelve people who they think are most likely to win the championship, including Feng Xueshuang from Beihe, the two senior brothers and sisters from Nanshan, the Grim Reaper and Shen Linglong, and the latest rising star Wu Xiaomin, as well as other sect disciples or family members.

In addition to the audience, Zhang Zhao also predicted the champion of this competition, but they came to the same conclusion, they all thought that the champion would be born among these twelve people. But if you want to explain who it is more detailed and accurately, everyone has a disagreement, some people say it is the god of death, some people say it is Wu Xiaomin, some people say it is the elite disciple of the Xuanzhen faction, and some people say it is the disciple of the Sword Gate, in short, everyone has their own optimistic players, and at the same time, they have to lower the players that the other party is optimistic about.

On this day, Zhang Zhao, the identity of the referee, was temporarily handed over to a Sword Sect elder, and he went to the Green Light Forest alone.

The purpose of this trip is nothing else, that is, he wants to rely on his current identity to celebrate the demon king, because today is a good day for him to subdue the demon beasts of Daheisheng, Cang'er Mountain and Yueming Mountain.

Not long after entering the Green Light Forest, before he reached the tree house, Zhang Zhao encountered a roadblocker.

It wasn't a man in the way, but a lion, an eight-meter-long lion with a raging flame all over his body.

It lay on the ground, its chest rising and falling slightly rhythmically, as if it were taking a nap.

When Zhang Zhao walked up to it, the giant lion suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a pair of eyes.

After some time, the giant lion turned his head to look at the treehouse behind him, and as if he had received some order, he fell asleep on the ground again.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhao smiled, reached out and touched the hair on the lion's neck, and then crossed its huge body and walked towards the treehouse.

Zhang Zhao felt that this giant lion should be an eighth-level demon beast, which was very strong in the entire demon clan. But compared to the strength of the demon king who surpassed the tenth level, it was not worth mentioning.

What's more, this green light forest didn't have any lion demon beasts before, and this giant lion was obviously recovered by the demon king from other places.

As soon as I reached the door of the treehouse, the door of the treehouse was automatically opened, and a stream of sandalwood came from the house, and then a very clear voice was heard saying, "Come in." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhao took a step and walked into the tree house.

This was the first time he had come to the Demon King's treehouse in the past three years, and it was very different from the last time he saw it.

This big banyan tree has survived for many years, the trunk is thicker than a house, the tree house in it is twice as large as before, the walls are covered with landscape ink paintings and calligraphy and paintings, tables, chairs and benches, all made of pillars, in addition, there is also a hall, this hall is not dedicated to celebrities or gods or the like, but a lifelike dragon.

It is said that the nine sons of this dragon, Xuan Xuan is one of them, and there is no big problem with Xuan Xuan for the dragon.

"Instructor Zhong, you're here too. ”

After entering the door, Zhang Zhao saw that Zhong Ling, who was dressed in a military uniform and had a delicate face, was also here, at this time she was sitting at the table, holding an ancient book and carefully teaching the young demon king.

"Well, Captain, you wait a minute, it'll be over soon. ”

Zhong Ling's eyes were like water, and his voice was extraordinarily gentle, as if he could heal all sadness.

Judging from her complexion, after three years, Zhong Ling not only did not get older at all, on the contrary, she also looked much younger. Seeing this, it is not difficult to guess that in the past three years, she has not eaten less rare fruits given to him by the demon king.

Zhong Ling is a full ten years older than Zhang Zhao, but now it seems that the two of them are the same age at all, and they are both twenty-three or four. What's even more charming is that this Zhong Ling is more gentle and intellectual than other twenty-three or four-four women.

"Connect up and down, and apply it as appropriate. Teacher, what's the urgency?"

The young demon king asked Zhong Ling with a curious face, at this time, he didn't look like a demon king full of demonic energy at all, just a fledgling teenager who had just entered the hall. His eyes were full of cyan, and his tone was full of ignorance.

"Oops. ”

Zhong Ling stretched out his hand and patted the young man's head, and reprimanded: "Didn't I just tell you yesterday? ”

The boy nodded ignorantly and said, "Oh, I see." In other words, I should first subdue the demon clans in Kunlun Mountain, and then subdue the surrounding demon clans. ”

"You ......"

Zhong Ling was speechless, with a look of hatred for iron and steel, for this sentence, the demon king definitely misunderstood its meaning.

After a while, Zhong Ling sighed and explained calmly: "I'll give you an analogy, for example, now the teacher is sick but you ........."

"No, teacher, the fairy fruit I gave you last year has the effect of resisting all diseases, and you will never get sick again. ”

Before Zhong Ling could finish speaking, the Demon King interrupted her.

"Oh, I'm not making an analogy with you. Zhong Ling scolded and said again: "If the teacher has a disease now, he will die immediately." But at this time, you have to take the clansmen to subdue the other demon clans, if you go, you won't be able to see the teacher when you come back, but if you don't go, you will miss the fighter, how do you choose at this time?"