"I didn't expect you to be mixed up in the finals!, let's see if it's your porcupine skin is hard, or if my God of War spear is sharp enough!"

"Rainbow Thorn!"

Peng Huafeng, who is known for his speed, turned into a phantom, and stabbed at Peng Piaopiao with a gun. His spear is odd because the barrel is not a single piece, but is grafted from two materials.

All refiners know that a spear made of two or more materials will hinder the burst of vitality.

Some of the onlookers saw this, but the opposite happened. The spear in Peng Huafeng's hand actually greatly increased the power of his wind system combat skills.

Zhang Genliu, who was in the independent space, had already seen that his spear was made of Peng Zhantian's feathers. But Zhang Genliu was not worried about Peng Piaopiao's safety at all, because he was confident in the armor he made.

In the distance, the Commander of the Battle Hou Realm had also seen that the spear had raised Peng Huafeng's combat skills to the late stage of the war general, and even the power of the War Hou level.

Although Peng Piaopiao saw his movements clearly, he couldn't avoid it.

Sou!

The wind system combat technique hit the ugly armor, and it was still transformed into golden vitality, and quickly flowed into Peng Piaopiao's dantian. And Peng Piaopiao, because of this strong attack, the whole person was bounced away before he stabilized his body.

"Wind Blade Cage!"

Without waiting for Peng Piaopiao to make a move, the stormy wind system combat skills swept in again. Peng Piaopiao's whole person was trapped in a circle of spherical wind blades, unable to move.

The dense wind blade attacks were all absorbed by the ugly armor, and the transformed vitality made Peng's fluttering dantian swell and painful. That painful expression, in the eyes of the onlookers, became a completely different matter.

"Okay!" Peng Qingying, Peng Bixian and Peng Siyuan cheered loudly at the same time outside the court. Because of the limelight in the past few days, the three of them have been covered up as passers-by.

Sometimes people are like that, when you are down, the people around you are compassionate. But if you overtake them, compassion will immediately turn to jealousy and hatred!

"Si Zheng, the outcome is already clear, please judge!" Peng Huafeng saw that Peng Piaopiao had no power to fight back, so he hugged his hands to his chest and reminded Si Zheng in the distance.

"No, she hasn't lost yet!" shouted an onlooker who had obviously overpowered Peng's victory.

"That's it, don't be shameless! People don't even have the slightest injury, so why should they judge her to lose?"

......

There are not a few people who have suppressed Peng Piaopiao to win, all because they watched her first few games. Her mysterious background and magnanimity have shocked many people in the past few days.

"The competition continues!" Si Zheng said lightly, obviously a little unhappy with Peng Huafeng's tone.

"Okay, then don't blame Lao Tzu for not taking it lightly!" Peng Huafeng finished speaking and rushed towards Peng Piaopiao.

At this time, Peng Piaopiao, because the previous wind system battle skills were exhausted, had already extricated himself.

Peng Huafeng didn't use his combat skills this time, and directly stabbed with a spear. Looking at this posture, if you are stabbed, it will probably be a heart-warming end.

Although Peng Piaopiao successfully broke through to the battle frenzy, the gap in strength was indeed difficult to make up.

In order not to die here, in order to follow Zhang Genliu in the future, I have to do some shameless things!

While......

The sound of metal colliding resounded throughout the altar square. The vast majority of people immediately covered their ears, and the expressions on their faces spoke for themselves. When everyone looked at it again, a black metal puppet appeared in front of Peng Piaopiao's body.

Looking at the puppet form, it looks like a sea shrimp. At this moment, the sea shrimp waved two giant pincers and chased towards Penghuafeng.

Click! click......

The puppet shrimp chased after it, moving its giant pincers in a sound like the noise of a blacksmith's shop.

Call!

Before the figure of the shrimp puppet arrived, a huge firebird technique had already been formed. The firebird with thirty feet of wings, with a blazing high temperature, chased Penghuafeng and scurried around. Fortunately, Penghuafeng is a wind-based monk who is known for his speed, otherwise he would have been buried in the fire.

The scene of the tide of the battle turning turned made the onlookers cheer. The three daughters who were applauded before have become a laughing stock again at this moment. When I first competed as a seeded player, it was such a glory and glory. Now again and again, a 'low-level person' has stolen the limelight, which has made the three of them completely crazy.

I saw that the three of them quietly took out the Wanli communication card, and each sent a message to a certain big person.

"Si Zheng, are you fucking blind, you can't ask for a helper in the competition!" Peng Huafeng shouted as he fled in embarrassment.

Obviously, the blazing environment and the embarrassing situation have made this 'master' lose his mind.

"A puppet is a kind of weapon, not a violation!" Si Zheng glanced at Peng Huafeng and said expressionlessly.

A war marquis, who was scolded by a junior in public, would be angry no matter how good his temper was. But because Penghuafeng has the ancestors of the late war period behind him, it is inconvenient to go crazy on the spot. What's more, it's game time, and I'm still the driver.

Although Peng Huafeng dodged the attacks again and again, because he maintained a high speed of movement, he gradually appeared to be lacking in vitality. A discerning person knows at a glance that victory or defeat is only a matter of time.

But at this moment, three war marquis appeared beside the priest. I don't know what the voice said between them, and then Si Zheng nodded with an ugly face.

"Stop! it's time, the game is over!" the priest frowned and shouted.

The black puppet shrimp stopped in the air, and Peng Huafeng was also panting to stabilize his body. Everyone looked at the priest in confusion, as if they were asking why. Judging from the practice of previous years, there is never a time limit. Even if the two sides are tied, they will wait until the two of them are exhausted before deciding.

"Shady! Shady ......"

Someone took the lead in shouting, and the roar of the onlookers then resounded in the sky.

"Shut up and ......" Si Zheng had no choice but to use sonic power to shock everyone.

The contestants at the scene covered their ears and were in pain. But no one dared to say anything more, because they knew that this Warlord Realm Master was angry.

And the most important thing is the ending, if two champions are born, it means that everyone who bets will have money.

"Okay, this year's wing-grabbing competition is over! Please come to the center of the square and prepare to be baptized by the Peng God! Oh, that's right! Peng Piaopiao, although you are the champion, the Council of Elders unanimously believes that you have won by tricks! Therefore, your baptism qualification has been cancelled!" When Si Zheng said this, he also looked reluctant, as if someone had forced him to say this.

Coax......

The scene exploded again, and discussions came and went.

"Don't make a noise, if you make a noise, please leave this place!" Si Zheng's face was very ugly, and the words he said were completely impersonal.

Peng Piaopiao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this ending. Because Zhang Gen left her to pass on the sound just now, don't accept baptism. There is no reason, there is no reason, Peng Piaopiao obeys Zhang Genliu's words. Just as she was thinking about what excuse to use, Si Zheng helped her a lot.

To be precise, it was the small actions of Peng Qingying's three daughters who helped a lot. Out of jealousy and hatred, the three daughters sent a message to their respective ancestors. As for the reasons for not letting Peng Piaopiao be baptized, the three daughters are different.

After Peng Piaopiao received the championship reward, he silently walked to the corner of the altar square, where someone was already receiving the money. At this moment, Peng Decai and the others seemed to be dead fathers and mothers, but they didn't dare to reason with the priests and the people of the Council of Elders.

The wealth that has been operated for many years has been lost cleanly. When others come to receive money, they are all dozens or hundreds of yuan crystals, how can I ever see such a generous person as Peng Piaopiao. When those people saw Peng Piaopiao walking slowly, they had a feeling of vomiting three liters of blood.

But in front of everyone's eyes, a few of them really didn't dare to repay their debts. Others don't say it, just the puppet shrimp in Peng Piaopiao's hand is not something they can handle.

He took a storage ring, which contained three thousand storage bags, each containing 10 billion yuan crystals. After counting the numbers, he walked out of the crowd in the envious eyes of everyone and went straight to the exit.

Many people in the crowd quietly followed. As the saying goes, people die for food, and birds die for food. Such a large amount of wealth, let alone these war maniacs, I'm afraid those war marquis will be red when they see it.

But after the tail in the back followed up the passage of the big array, Peng Piaopiao in front suddenly disappeared. Even if they chased to the reception platform, there was still no one to be seen.

Needless to say, only Zhang Genliu can do this. At this moment, Peng Piaopiao has blossomed in the moller ring. There is no question of what is the reason for giving up baptism.

The baptism of the Peng God has long had a mysterious legend among the low-level monks of the Peng clan. It is said that those who have been baptized will have a skyrocketing cultivation in a short period of time. As for the extent of the rise, it depends on the individual's qualifications.

At this time, there were still many people watching in the altar square. All that was done was to watch the baptism process live.

"Hmm, why are there only ninety-eight people?" Peng Baizhan's figure appeared in the air again.

"Hui Patriarch's words, the two of us want to sell the two places, I don't know if it's okay?" asked the young man who had changed in Ao Qi, who seemed to be nervous.

"Why? Don't you two know the importance of cultivation?"

"Don't hide it from the patriarch, the two of us owe a lot of gambling debts, so ......"

"Whatever you want! It's really muddy that can't hold up the wall!" Although Peng Baizhan was a little unhappy, it was not easy to stop.

This kind of skyrocketing opportunity for cultivation is, in the eyes of normal people, more affordable than Yuanjing.

Since the patriarch had no opinion, the scene was lively again. Bidders' bids came and went, and they were finally bought by the descendants of the two cities.

The reason why Ao Ji and his son did this was because they felt that they would show their feet during the baptism, and on the other hand, they got Zhang Genliu's transmission. Although Peng Piaopiao had left, Zhang Genliu was still in this space, which made them feel much more at ease.

It's not that Zhang Genliu doesn't want to kill the father and son, but he just feels that he still needs someone to help deal with Peng Zhantian. In the face of major rights and wrongs, he resolutely gave up his personal hatred.

100 people are ranked in order, with the top 10 players sitting in the middle and the last 10 players sitting in the outermost place.

After everything was ready, Peng Baizhan came to Zhang Genliu again. Also coming this time were Zhou Fudao, and the captured Qi Zhengtian and others.

"Let's start lifting the seal!!Otherwise, you know the consequences!" Peng Baizhan spoke, still without any mood fluctuations.

And Zhou Fudao beside him also had no expression, as if as long as Zhang Gen left a word of nonsense, he would kill people on the spot. If he resists to the end, it is estimated that the more than 10,000 high-level cultivators here will all be killed by Peng Zhantian.

At that time, the Sea Clan will attack again, and the Curry Continent will no longer have the power to fight back.

"Okay!" Despite reluctance, Zhang Genliu agreed.