After the end of the three groups, soon all four groups and five groups were finished.

Among them, there are no dark horse-level characters who suddenly appeared, except for Zhang Wuwei and Zhang Yueheng, who took the lead, everyone else is diligent and diligent, and they can't see the level of strength!

It's just that when it comes to the last few groups, the situation suddenly changes!

The tenth group and the eleventh group turned out to be a cult force, and the young masters of the Ghost Eye Gate and the Divine Sect came to participate in the Dragon Proud Competition, which was also a scene that had never appeared in the previous Dragon Proud Competition!

Although the crowd was strange, they didn't ask too much, and only calmed down after a brief moment of surprise.

Maybe after this prosperous era comes, Kunlun wants to do something big.

According to what they say, the cult is nothing more than Er'er, and since ancient times, evil has not suppressed the right, and is it still afraid of them?

Then the situation was naturally like this, the twelve people who were saved were all strong, and there were only a few strong people who reached the demigod realm.

"The thirteenth group is on the field!"

After Ming Yueya's voice sounded, there were suddenly thirteen more people on the scene, but only two were missing!

Just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly a black mist appeared next to it, and two people walked out of it, and to their shock, both of them were bald!

But unlike the monks of Wuwu, they are wearing the robes of Fanbang, and they are more like foreign believers when they raise their hands.

The corner of the leader's mouth has always been a trace of calmness, and his eyes swept towards Wang Sanqian's side intentionally or unintentionally, as if something was attracting him!

"This is India is a monk, how come they are here!"

"It's not just a monk, haven't you seen those big men over there?

"yes, I feel like he can kill me with the muscles of his eyelids!"

"Not to mention the eyelids, his saliva is enough to swallow you to death!"

"Bah, it's disgusting!"

Wang Sanqian suddenly felt a gaze looking towards him, and immediately raised his head and collided with the ascetic's gaze.

After the two of them looked at each other for a second, the dervishe, with a smile on his lips, walked slowly towards the top of the tournament platform.

Wang Sanqian was stunned for a moment and scratched his head: "What's the matter with this bald donkey's look at me, I know I'm handsome, but it's not love at first sight, right?"

Syllable!

Li Muxi withdrew his reddened right hand and muttered: "Did you offend others in that place, you see the way he hides a knife in his smile, it is obvious that he wants to deal with you!"

Yunhua also nodded in agreement with Li Muxi and said: "Well, I also saw a trace of murderous aura in the depths of his eyes, although he covered it up well, but it still revealed a little bit that I discovered!"

Hearing this, Wang Sanqian was also stunned, he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, how could a mysterious person come out at random and be interested in himself.

Could it be that I'm really a lone star physique?

"No, I'm usually so approachable, senior brother, the person he just saw could be you, why do I feel a little like it!"

Yunhua: .......

Li Muxi: ......

Do you really want to give this shameless person a big mouth and be approachable?

Unless you seal that mouth for me, this word has nothing to do with you in this life!

Suddenly, the careless little monk next to him suddenly thought of something: "This ascetic is a little familiar, do you think he wants to kill Bodhi last time on the Heavenly Gate!"

Bang dang....

When he woke up the person in the dream, everyone thought he was familiar, but they didn't remember where he was familiar.

As soon as the monk Wuwu said this, they immediately reflected it all, and if you look at it carefully, this kid is really a bit like the demigod heaven realm Killing Bodhi!

"Yes, do you remember the string of Buddha beads in the hand of the Killing Bodhi? Look inside his hand!"

Hearing this, everyone cast their eyes on the ascetic's hands, and sure enough, in his hands was holding a string of dull and colorless Buddha beads.

Although there is no brilliance on the Buddha beads, what is hidden inside is earth-shattering power!

"I remember!" Wang Sanqian suddenly shouted: "I seem to be scolding this old bald donkey on the gate of heaven, no wonder he looks at me like this, he wants to avenge his Lao Tzu!"

"Three thousand, can you not open your mouth and close your mouth to an old bald donkey, how embarrassing it is to make the little monk Wushou!"

Looking back, sure enough, he stood in place with a red face and closed his ears and didn't listen to what was going on outside the window!

"Okay, is that foreign bald man really coming to trouble me?" Wang Sanqian was a little cowardly.

There was a weekly practice in the front, and there was a foreign bald man in the back, and all of them were masters, which made him a little worried!

"Who told you to usually have a very annoying mouth, and you have to scold anyone when you see it!"

"Say no more, here they go!"

The bell rang on the stage, and fifteen people officially entered the battle.

Except for the two foreign states, the remaining thirteen people were all orthodox Chinese monks, so they quickly reached a consensus!

"Since there are people on the scene who shouldn't be there, should we let them get out of the way first?"

One of the snake-eyed and eagle-nosed men was the first to speak, and his eyes were not kind to look at the foreign fanbang!

The other twelve people behind him also nodded in unison, agreeing with his statement, since there are foreigners present, then they are united front!

They are Huaxia people first, and then their respective sects, and they can still distinguish which is more important!

The eagle-nosed man spoke again: "We Chinese people pay the most attention to etiquette, so we can't do more things than less." ”

"The two of you come out and fight me one-on-one, if you win, I'll get out, and if you lose, you go!"

The other twelve nodded their heads, and they could see clearly who the eagle-nosed man was.

The eldest disciple of the Qingshan Sect, Luo Ying, had just reached the demigod realm in strength, and he was the strongest person in their group.

Although the reputation of the Qingshan Sect is not good in the whole of China, he can make this choice at such a critical moment, and he is also a brave man!

The little bald donkey on the opposite side just smiled slightly, slowly raised his eyes and stared at Luo Ying, as if he was looking at him and seemed to be despising him.

"Oh, are you sure you want one-on-one?"

A smile flashed in Luo Ying's eyes, and he stopped: "Scared, you can also come together!"

The little bald donkey waved his hand: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that your death is unknown!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, Luo Ying instantly exploded an aura on the spot, and the stone slabs on the ground were shattered by him, and the air reverberated with murderous aura!

"Since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you!"

Luo Ying stepped on it suddenly, and a larger crack appeared on the ground in an instant, and his whole body had already flown out like a flaming flaming sword.

The momentum is monstrous, swallowing mountains and rivers.

This Luo Ying's strength should not be underestimated, and he can be regarded as one of the best masters, and there is no mercy between the shots!