"Hehe, guess how many rookies dare to challenge Stupid Bear this time?"

The captains stepped aside, gathered in groups of three or five, and swept the members of the first squad below the battle platform with a strange smile.

"Stupid Bear has been the captain for four years, and has been challenged thirteen times in total, this time the first team is basically the strength of the lower oracle, only nine of them survived the last battle, although they have the strength of the upper oracle, but they should have seen the strength of the stupid bear when fighting, and it is estimated that they will not dare to challenge."

"Hehe, the average old man will not challenge, mainly newcomers, a group of rookies who have not seen the world will think that they are invincible in the world."

"Look, there's really a rookie to challenge!"

Under the battle platform, a young man wearing a blood-colored battle uniform and carrying a scimitar on his back stepped on the soles of his feet and jumped onto the battle platform.

"Please advise!"

The young man had a hideous scar on his cheek, which completely destroyed his fairly handsome face, and it looked quite imposing.

"Hahaha, come on, rookie!"

The bear, who was more than two and a half meters tall and was as strong as a black bear, laughed wildly and waved his hand disapprovingly.

Sou!

The cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, and with a slam step on the soles of his feet, his figure turned into an afterimage and pounced on Xiong Zhen, and when he was in mid-air, the scimitar behind his back suddenly came out of its sheath.

Rumble!

The scimitar glowed with cold light, and slashed out from top to bottom.

"Rook, do you think there's hope for this guy?"

Under the battle platform, Wu Qi stared at the scimitar youth, touched Ke Bei, and asked.

"Nope."

Ke Bei casually glanced at the two of them and shook his head. Ke Bei saw the strength of the two at a glance, the captain Xiong Zhen has the strength of the upper divine envoy, and the scimitar youth is only the middle divine envoy, there is a qualitative gap between the two, unless the scimitar youth has an amazing talent, there is a trace of possibility.

But watching the scimitar youth cut out the first knife, Ke Bei had already seen that although the scimitar youth had good knife skills, he belonged to the middle and upper middle among the middle gods, but when he fought against the top gods, it was obviously not enough.

"How can you be sure ......?"

Wu Qi was a little unconvinced, he felt that the strength of the scimitar youth was very strong, and the knife style was fierce, but before he could finish speaking, the scimitar youth was knocked off the battlefield by Xiong Zhen's light punch.

"Luke, you're amazing......"

Wu Qi stared at his dark eyes, glanced at the scimitar youth who fell off the battle platform with a blank expression, turned his head and patted Ke Bei's shoulder fiercely.

"Haha, the little guy's sword skills are good, if your strength is a high-level divine envoy, there may be a little trouble for me, practice well!"

More than two and a half meters tall, Xiong Zheng, who is as strong as a black bear, patted his chest and laughed loudly.

"Who else is going to challenge?"

Under the blood-colored battle stage, all the members of the first squad looked at Xiong Zhen in awe, they all saw the strength of the scimitar youth, and such a strong strength was defeated by the captain in two moves.

The old man in the blood robe embroidered with gold trim on the cuffs quietly looked at the members of the first squad under the battle platform, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, and his hearty voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Since there is no one to continue the challenge, let's start the second squad!"

Sou!

With a low shout from the blood-robed old man, the captain of the second squad swept out, and his strong body stood in front of the battle platform.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the thirty-fifth squad.

The captains of these squads are all of extraordinary strength, and although each squad has several challengers, none of them can succeed.

"Thirty-Sixth Squad!"

The old man in the blood robe embroidered with gold trim on his cuffs glanced at the hundred members of the thirty-sixth squad below the battle platform.

Touch!

The captain of the 36th squad burst out.

"This guy's strength is a little stronger, he should have broken through, tsk...... The strength of the peak of the divine envoy, the newcomer of the thirty-sixth squad is really pitiful, he actually met this guy Qihuo. ”

The team leaders of the three or five teams looked at the fire with a little awe, and then looked at the hundred members of the thirty-six squad under the battle platform.

"Huh? The thirty-sixth squad actually has a newcomer to the position of a divine envoy! ”

Suddenly, the team leaders who were gloating suddenly stared at the young man standing behind Ke Bei.

The young man looked slightly emaciated, with his hair scattered, his eyes were narrow, and occasionally a sharp cold light flashed, wearing a blood-colored suit and black fists, and his whole person exuded a cold and murderous aura that was eye-catching.

"Who's going to challenge?"

At this moment, the fire with the peak cultivation of the divine envoy coldly swept over the people under the battle platform, and his eyes finally stayed on the young man, with a provocative taste in his eyes, as if this sentence was said to the young man with scattered hair.

The young man raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and the cold cold light suddenly shot out, through the scattered hair, the young man's cold gaze and the provocative eyes of the fire collided fiercely, and the terrifying battle intent burst out from the two of them at the same time in an instant.

Rumble!

The young man stomped on the soles of his feet fiercely and suddenly jumped onto the blood-colored battle platform.

"Interesting ......"

Ke Bei clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at the young man with the hair, and then looked at the fire, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the two people on the battle platform with interest.

"Luke, our team has such a strong existence!"

Wu Qi stared at the young man with the hair, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and said to Ke Bei beside him.

"It's very strong"

Kebei smiled and nodded.

One of the two is at the peak of the God of War realm, and although the other only has the strength of the upper-level God of War, he has obviously experienced countless battles and must have his own hole cards.

"Rook, who do you think will win this time?"

Wu Cheng gently bumped Ke Bei with his arm and asked softly.

"It's hard to say"

Ke Bei looked at the two people on the battle platform who were staggered and fighting fiercely, and shook his head slightly after a moment of silence.

"Haha, it was Mengmeng last time, right?"

Hearing Ke Bei say that he didn't know who would win, Wu Qi was suddenly happy, Ke Bei smiled, didn't speak, and shifted his gaze to the battle platform again.

Rumble!

On the battle platform, the captain of the battle platform shook the young man with a punch and flew out upside down.

"The captain's strength is really strong, that young man is completely pressed and beaten, and it is impossible to win."

Wu Qi stared at the two people on the battle platform with big eyes like copper bells, and muttered.

Under the battle stage, many people's views are the same as Wu Qi's, the young man with the hair was completely pressed and beaten by the captain Qihuo, and it seemed that the strength of the captain Qihuo steadily suppressed the young man with the hair.

In the entire second [***] team, except for the old man with gold threads embroidered on his cuffs and wearing a blood-colored robe, only Ke Bei was optimistic about the young man with the hair.

Even the fire himself felt that he had won.

(To be continued)