At the end of the second "Ascending to the Sky", there are still more than 5,000 seeded players on the red list in the western region. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because of the three-day battle, most of the players were overconsumed, and the official also gave everyone a week to rest and prepare.

Qin Mo was also tired enough to finish the game, and on the surface, his body didn't seem to have moved, but in fact, because of the huge mental consumption, it also led to a serious decline in physical strength.

In the next few days, Fengqing personally prepared meals for Mo Mo every day, just like the parents of the college entrance examination in the old days, all of whom became the "logistics minister".

Seven days is not a long time, not a short time, after passing the "Ascending Heaven Road", Qin Mo's spiritual power is at least twice as strong as before, and the "Spiritual Clock" can also be adjusted to one-fifth of a second.

However, this level is still far from the "millisecond clock" of Taiyi, the "second brain", but this progress is a leap forward for the end of Qin.

At this time, his internal vision was clearer, and he could "see" clearly the movement of his internal organs, the distribution of qi and blood, the absorption of food, and so on.

Because of the skyrocketing mental power, the innate fetal breath is also deeper, although the control is not perfect, but it is stronger than most people who breathe nine stages.

Every day, his strength was steadily improving, his visceral potential had been tempered twice, and the body refining technique had also entered the seventh stage of breathing, so that Qin Mo's strength had already squeezed into the front row of the breathing stage.

Of course, he has self-knowledge, not to mention the more than thirty people who are stronger than him on the Ascending Heaven Road, think about the other five major regions, and how many powerful geniuses.

Therefore, Qin Mo has always maintained the mentality of learning and sharpening, and his goal in his heart is to reach the eighth stage of breathing as soon as possible, and only by reaching the "innate body" can he have the strength to really go to the list.

Seven days later, the Western Conference Red List seeded players entered the final round.

The 5,000 players will eventually eliminate 4,000 players, leaving only 1,000 seeded players to participate in the rankings.

The third round is called "passing five levels and cutting six generals".

The final game adopts a random selection mode of three one-on-one, one two-on-two, and one three-on-three.

Each player has a total of five chances, and winning three matches is considered a promotion.

If the final number of people who advance exceeds 1,000, then the elimination continues.

Virtual worlds.

Wow!

Seeing the changes in the foreground, Qin Mo found that he had come to a snow-capped mountain in the blink of an eye.

Quack Quack ......

The sky was blue, the snow-capped mountains were covered, and several gray-haired monster birds the size of airliners flew overhead.

"Hey, Stinky Fart King!" As soon as a little fat man appeared, he heard someone call him.

"Gee, you're not going to be my 'heel', are you?" The fat man had a smile on his face, and the two dimples were very charming.

This little fat man is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but Qin Mo has a deep impression, because this guy got a peculiar "stinky fart fruit", and in the previous encounters, many players were stunned by his peculiar stinky fart.

The little fat man named his "fans" "followers".

Just when the seemingly kind fat man was seven or eight meters away from Qin Mo, he turned around suddenly, his fat ass was facing Qin Mo, and he looked back to reveal a shallow smile with dimples.

"Stinky fart!"

Rumble!

This fart sounded in Qin Mo's ears no less than a grenade exploding, and what was even more terrifying was a poisonous thunder.

At the end of Qin, there was already a precaution, and the congenital fetal breath could have been temporarily stopped breathing, even if the pores of the whole body would not allow the poisonous gas to invade.

The fat man put a "stinky fart bomb" to see if the guy was still awake, but suddenly stopped.

Qin Mo approached in an instant, and the tiger's claws grabbed the fat buttocks like a full moon. Saying that, the fat man not only reacted quickly, but also lost his face, with a bang, his buttocks and pants were scratched, and he writhed his snow-white round ass and ran away.

"Fart machine gun!"

Puff puff!

Qin Mo held his breath and burst out, he wanted to solve this little fat man as soon as possible, but this guy was fat, but he couldn't run much slower than him.

What's even more odious is that the little fat man's butt is like a poison gun, constantly popping and puffing "poison".

"Grass!" Qin Mo scolded in his heart, his eyes were sour due to the incomparably smelly smell, he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak, the ghost knows how poisonous this fart is.

Qin Mo glanced at the fat man's escape route, and no longer followed but bypassed the "poisonous area" and made a detour to the past.

The two chased and fled, and Qin Mo sometimes picked up stones and sneaked up to attack the little fat man with a big buttocks.

"I'm not running, you don't have a pebble on my ass, I'm not going to fart." The little fat man was hit in the ass several times after a while.

"Okay." Qin Mo stood still, and suddenly there was a shovel under his feet, and the sand and gravel flew all over the sky.

The fat man obviously didn't expect Qin Mo to make this move, so he subconsciously squinted.

Call!

"Ride the waves!"

Qin Mo took advantage of the trend, and the whole person swept over like a gust of wind.

Swish!

Just when Qin Mo's "point will be fingered" point in the fat man's middle acupoint, the fat man opened his eyes in an instant, and a beam of treacherous and successful playful eyes shot out.

"Huh?"

The little fat man's hands seemed to be pushed out slowly, and Qin Mo's fierce attack was gently pulled and defused.

Just when Qin Mo was just coming to his senses, the little fat man grabbed Qin Mo's wrist with both hands, pulled it suddenly, and hit it closely.

Bang!

A dull sound came out, and Qin Mo was knocked away in response.

"Catch the bird's tail! Winding Silk! Tai Chi Qi Fight! ”

The little fat man's set of plays is smooth and flawless. Even Qin Mo admired it in his heart, if it was an ordinary person, it would be terrible.

"Hey, it turned out to be an individual cultivator." The fat man was also a little surprised, with his strength, even an old cow could easily knock down, and hit the other party like a mud cow into the sea, without any reaction.

Click!

"Good boxing!" Qin Mo laughed loudly, stepped on the footwork under his feet, and his palms turned dark blue, and he patted it.

Bang bang bang!

The little fat man's eyebrows were not ambiguous in his hands, and his fists were like hammers, and he smashed them out with just against him.

The two of them struck each other with fists and claws, and their strength continued to change, and Qin Mo's arms seemed to have turned into two iron whips that were soft and rigid.

The fog above the fat man's head was steaming, and the strength in his hands was sometimes domineering and sometimes soft, and it was also constantly changing.

The two broke out violently, and Qin Mo fought faster and faster, and in the end, only a phantom could be faintly seen.

"Seal the Divine Palm!"

"Mad Hammer ......!" The fat man shouting "Mad Hammer" is actually preparing to fart.

Syllable! Suddenly, a slap slapped on his buttocks, and a purple-red handprint appeared on the snow-white buttocks.

"Huh!?" The fat man clenched his fists, his face turned red, and asked blankly, "You...... How do you know ......?"

Without saying anything, he "poofed" and fell down.

Puff puff.

After a while, a fart sound came from under the fat man's belly.

Qin Mo smiled and heard the news of the victory.

It turned out that the little fat man was originally going to stun him with a "super stinky fart bomb", but Qin Mo seemed to know in advance, and with a soft force in his palm, he beat the fat man's gathered stinky farts back to Shengsheng.

Well, instead of smoking the enemy, the "Super Stinky Fart Bomb" has eaten itself.

"I'll try it too." Qin Mo was teleported back to the virtual world, and said softly.

In reality, the "virtual connection cabin" in a villa suddenly made a beeping sound, and the warning text of "the subject is unconscious" flashed outside.

"Young Master!" A babysitter was cleaning when she heard an alarm.

The young nanny anxiously opened the hatch, and suddenly a stench wafted out, her eyes rolled, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

After a while, the smell of "super stinky fart" permeated the entire villa, and everyone fled outside the villa in a hurry.

"Fan Yinghao! Believe it or not, the old lady will sew your ass in a while! A beautiful woman fled from the villa in embarrassment, her face purple and blue with anger, and she scolded angrily.

"Hehehe." There was also a middle-aged man who looked like a boss on the side, and he smiled.

The beautiful woman glared at the man: "What are you laughing at, hurry up and go in and see what's wrong with your precious son?" ”

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, I'll definitely avenge my wife, and I'll break that kid's ass." The man held back a smile and raised his hand and said fiercely.

"You dare!" When the beautiful woman heard that her husband was going to beat her son, she became angry.

"Okay." The man waved and laughed.

Women are so domineering, their sons are only allowed to fight themselves, and no one else is allowed.

"A loving mother is a lot of failures, you are used to treating him like the emperor, and sooner or later he will suffer a big loss." The man said with a frown.

"How motherly am I, you say!" The beautiful woman stared at her husband with wide eyes.

The man didn't want to say more, but when he saw his wife's unreasonable look, he said seriously: "Can you be reasonable......

"Fan Zilong, you say I'm unreasonable?" The beautiful woman trembled with anger and pointed to her husband's nose and questioned.

"Boss, madam, young master, he fainted." A bodyguard hurriedly ran out with the little fat man in his arms.