[I don't have any way to tell you this!] You can think of it, if you can't think of it, you can only resign yourself to fate. 】

"Why are you left to fate? He can still kill me!"

【~~】

Qin Feng listened to the answer of the great god stick, and was instantly stunned, the system was about to kill!

How can it be??

Gotta give a reason!

[I'll tell you a story!] Whether you can understand it or not is up to you!]

[A farmer opened a farm, and one of them got chicken plague, causing the entire farm to get chicken plague. 】

[What about the farmer?] Kill them all and bury them alive on the spot. 】

[But I don't know if the adjacent farms have been infected!]

[Every chicken is drugged, and those who come back to life are then raised, and the dead ~~ are dead!]

[I cleared the backstage and slipped away first.] 】

【Hello for yourself!】

After the Great God Stick finished saying this, he flashed, leaving Qin Feng standing in place silently recalling the story just now.

What does this mean?

Could it be that this ultimate task is related to ~~ his own life and death!

Listen to the meaning of the great god stick, I'm afraid this special permission is the key to survival, as long as the person who doesn't get the special permission, he will die?

Qin Feng flipped through the chat history again, trying to find some details in it, but found that it was gone.

Not only is the chat history just now gone, but even all the chat history is gone.

At this time, I can't help but think of the words of the great god stick: I'll clear the backstage!

It seems that things are serious and have developed to this point.

It is not known exactly what happened, but special clearance must be granted.

Qin Feng nodded secretly, and looked at the task requirements again, ranking among the best!

That's the first and second!

"Okay, got it!"

Entering the arena with a heavy heart, he came to Qi Yuezong's position, and as soon as he sat down, the draw had ended.

The rules of the power competition, Qin Feng has already figured out the rules in the past three days.

In the group stage, one round is played each, and one point is earned for winning, and no points are awarded for losing.

The four teams with the highest points compete for a place in the promotion and finally the finals.

There are two in total today, and there is no matter of Qi Yuezong, but there will be one in Taishan Palace.

"Qin Feng, you don't have to worry, the Thousand Mountains Sect can't even beat us, how can we fight against the Taishan Palace?"

Ling Rong sat beside Qin Feng, looking at him at a loss, thinking that he was worried about the Taishan Palace.

"Oh! I'm fine!"

Qin Feng shook his head and didn't say much, turning his gaze to the center of the arena.

A player walked up to the Taishan Palace, and Qin Feng had seen him.

Although I don't know what it's called, my strength is not bad, and I am at the peak of my martial arts.

The player from the Qianshan Sect on the opposite side, a man with a hooked nose, his eyes were full of anger, his blue eyes seemed to be malnourished, and he was covered in tattered clothes.

How do you look at it, it doesn't look like what a big player should look like!

The referee enters, and the two fight instantly.

The players of the Taishan Hall stepped forward, and they were full of real anger and hit directly.

As a result, the hook-nosed man smiled sarcastically, raised his hand, and effortlessly pinned him directly to the ground, and then kicked him out of the field.

Spike!

That's right, it's a spike!

And the shot was extremely heavy, the player from the Taishan Hall was lying on the ground, puffing out blood and vomiting blood.

Basically bid farewell to the stage, and has lost its ability to fight.

"Impossible, when did such a person appear in the Thousand Mountains Sect?"

Ling Rong stared at the changes in the field with wide eyes, and said incredulously, "This person is a foreign aid, right!?"

Qin Feng frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

The reduction of troops in the first battle is not a good omen! And the strength of the person on the other side is a little too strong.

Directly launched to look at each other, and then the pupils shrank, this person is ~~

Wu Zong!

Moreover, this person is not the martial sect of the Thousand Mountains Sect, he is on loan.

It is clearly written on the information, Zhao Hongyu, Wu Zong, Lingshan Dudi.

It's a civilian team!

Dare to take people from the folk team as official members, and there is no one in the Thousand Mountains Sect.

But it's right to think about it, instead of going up and suffering yourself, it is better to go directly to foreign aid.

Wait a minute!

Thinking of this, Qin Feng stood up suddenly, grabbed the railing with both hands, and looked at the Taishan Palace, which was busy in a mess.

I thought to myself: This is bad, something is going to happen!

"Bastard, how can he shoot so hard?"

Sun Mingyue grabbed the player's hand and checked it, and said directly: "Don't you know that power competition can't hurt people?"

"Sect Master, what now?" the person on the side asked.

"What should I do, him!"

Sun Mingyue was furious, and her mouth was full of blood.

"So what is he going to do? Shall we go and appeal?"

"Appeal? Taishan Hall has never complained! Call me!"

Sun Mingyue basically didn't scold, but once she spoke, her liver exploded, and she looked at the people on the stage, gritted her teeth and said, "Who killed him?"

When the people next to him heard this, their blood boiled and their fighting spirit was high.

Choose any one of the treasure houses of the sect! That's the treasure house of the sect! The things in it are all treasures, and they have everything!

"Sect Master, I'll go up the second! You just put your heart in your stomach! I slashed this grandson with a knife!"

The man with the long knife jumped onto the stage without saying a word, and before he could shout, he was kicked down.

The same posture, the same consequences, the same poofing and vomiting blood.

"That's not going to work!"

Sun Mingyue knew someone very well, shook his head, looked around, and cursed in his mouth: "Where did Qin Feng's grandson go?"

"Why are you still swearing?"

Qin Feng walked out of the corner, just in time to hear Sun Mingyue scolding himself.

"Where have you been?"

Sun Mingyue asked bluntly.

"I'm a substitute, what's the hurry?! Besides, there are five contestants, you just ran out of two! What are you afraid of!"

Qin Feng sat aside slowly, and said without beckoning.

"Qin Feng, is this person the one you said?"

Sun Mingyue was about to cry when she saw Qin Feng like this, she thought that the first battle to draw the Thousand Mountains Sect would be good, but she didn't expect it to be a boss.

"Isn't it important anymore? The important thing is that all five of you will die!"

Qin Feng briefly described the current situation, and explained Zhao Hongyu's basic information.

"So what now?"

As the sect master, Sun Mingyue had no right to play at all, so she could only watch as the people under her men went up one by one, and then were carried down one by one.

"What can I do? The power competition stipulates that as long as the regular players can still participate, the substitute players will not be able to play!"

Qin Feng crossed his legs, very leisurely, and the afterglow swept on the stage, and rolled down again.

Sun Mingyue gritted her teeth and clasped her hands tightly, as if she was making some major decision.

Then he nodded vigorously, rushed out, grabbed the last player who had not yet played, and whispered a few words in his ear.

In the end, someone came to power and surrendered directly.

"Sun Mingyue, you can do it!"

Qin Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw Sun Mingyuan's actions: "You can't do this, right? Surrender directly? It's not your Taishan Palace's style!"