There is a stupid big man, this master of the blood exchange realm, who is opening the way in front.

Ordinary people don't dare to stumble, after all, for no reason to provoke a genius who changes blood, ordinary people don't have such guts, and they don't have such a need.

Before you know it, the last hurdle has arisen, and a small number of candidates have already reached the top of the mountain.

Time waits for no one, as long as you pass this difficulty, you can follow the assessment of the first level, and if you are slow, you will face the danger of being eliminated.

"Little witch, little brother, I will use my beast skills to increase my strength to throw you up, and then you will protect me from being tripped up. "Big guys also have great wisdom.

Although the stupid big man was very puzzled that Dusty Wind could really follow them, the most important thing for them now was to reach the top of the mountain.

In fact, this last hurdle is not too great, although it is also a steep mountain wall, the main danger comes from the stumbling of people who have reached the top of the mountain.

Especially sick cats.

"No problem, with Miss Ben here, I don't think anyone dares to make a small move?" the little witch patted her chest and pretended to have a vicious expression.

There was a rare solemnity in the stupid big man's eyes, he took a lot of qi and blood pills, and after recovering some qi and blood, he used the beast technique: "Black bear opens the mountain." ”

Without Dustwind's consent, he roared, and the stupid big man threw Dustwind and the little witch high above the left.

"Spirit Monkey Swing!" The little witch borrowed her strength to activate her beast skills, and the speed was faster.

Some people at the top of the mountain reach the top of the mountain before they want to make a small move.

Dust and wind followed, and also borrowed strength.

Then, the two of them were on full alert to prevent anyone from suddenly attacking.

"Hmph, hillbilly, don't stick to Sister Xue if you know each other, otherwise you will feel good. The sound of Yin Measurement came out of time, and it was the sick cat that everyone was worried about.

In fact, everyone can see that this guy called the sick cat likes little witches, and in the wild land, fifteen or sixteen years old is already the age when he can talk about marriage.

As far as the illness is concerned, whether it is due to the instructions of the forces behind him or his own wishes, he likes the little witch like a porcelain doll.

Possessive, he couldn't see other male animals appear next to the little witch.

"Are you talking to me?" However, before the little witch could attack, the voice of the dust wind had already taken the lead.

Dusty Wind stared at the sick cat aggressively.

Dusty Wind is definitely not a character who can't fight back and scolds back. On the contrary, the dust wind has always been more rampant than the sky.

"What's the matter?hillbilly?, you don't accept it?" the sick cat can't mess with the little witch, it's because he let it.

Of course, the sick cat is even more afraid of the forces behind the little witch, and does not dare to use force against the little witch.

But that doesn't mean he's going to let the dust wind.

In the eyes of a sick cat, the dust wind dressed in animal skin is a hillbilly who doesn't know how to jump out of that pimple, and he can pinch it at will!

"Kind of say it again!" Dustwind's eyes were like knives, staring at the sick cat's eyes.

Stared at by the eyes of the dust wind, the sick cat was really like a sick cat, and the three words that almost blurted out were swallowed hard.

Because the sick cat feels that it is not a person staring at him, but a wild beast that has been choosing people to devour.

Such a look made the sick cat frightened and trembled from the bottom of his heart.

In this way, the two looked at each other wordlessly, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Many of the candidates around even had the illusion that the air around them was a little frozen.

"Sick cat, what kind of hero is a big bully?" At this time, the stupid big man finally relied on brute force to climb up.

For some reason, he patted the dust off his body and smiled innocently.

It's just a stupid big man's face, and he can't see his eyes when he laughs.

The sudden appearance of the stupid big man immediately broke the delicate atmosphere of the scene.

"Yes, sick cat, don't think that you can do anything by relying on the forces behind you. You dare to call me Sister Xue again, I really burned down your shop. The little witch also breathed a sigh of relief, and viciously said to the outside world.

In fact, the little witch was standing by Dustwind's side before, and for some reason, she could actually feel a sense of danger from Dustwind's body.

But after thinking about it carefully, the little witch denied her idea again, how old is this unknown little brother?

Obviously, she hadn't exchanged blood yet, and she was only a cultivator in the Quenching Body Realm, how could she possibly give her, a master of the Blood Exchange Realm, a sense of danger?

However, the sick cat actually called herself Sister Snow again before, which made her run wild again.

"Silly big man, Lao Tzu is not powerful, you really think I am a sick cat. Don't you think I'm scared of you, believe it or not, I'm going to throw you down the hill right now?" the sick cat, who was already extremely embarrassed, roared at the stupid big man.

In the confrontation with Dusty Wind before, the sick cat didn't dare to say the word "hillbilly" again, obviously because he was defeated.

In full view of everyone, frightened by a hillbilly, the sick cat already felt the heat on his face.

And the little witch sick cat didn't dare to drink, so she could only vent all her anger and grievances on the stupid big man's head.

The nickname "sick cat" was given by the stupid big man and the little witch, and now this word is going to become synonymous with him.

"You are already called a sick cat, even if you are powerful, can you still change the surname given to you by your ancestors?" However, before the stupid big man was angry, Dusty Wind took the first step and said disdainfully: "You are not afraid that your ancestor will climb out of the coffin board and destroy your disdainful grandson." ”

Quiet, the scene of nearly 10,000 people suddenly quieted down.

Who is this kid? Wrapped in animal skins, it should not be an exaggeration to say that he is a hillbilly.

But is this hillbilly a fool? How dare he provoke a sick cat? That's a genius in the middle of the Blood Exchange Realm!

Looking at that kid, it is just a quenching realm, and there is obviously no fluctuation of brute beast qi and blood.

A body quenching realm cultivator who has not yet entered the blood exchange realm dares to provoke a genius in the middle of the blood exchange realm so nakedly?

Even many people who knew the true identity of the sick cat at the scene were even more stunned.

The power behind the sick cat is not small! And he relies on his own talent, and has a grandfather who dotes on him very much, the sick cat almost never lets himself suffer any loss.

But why didn't the sick cat dare to speak up in front of the hillbilly before?

And now the hillbilly dared to ignore his majesty like that?

At this time, the sick cat's face was also red and white.

Angry, the sick cat is finally like an angry tiger.

The sick cat is just his nickname, and Dusty Wind uses his nickname to insult his ancestors, and this kind of slapping in the face has made the sick cat almost lose his mind.

However, the sick cat forgot about it, and it was he who insulted Dusty Wind one after another, and Dusty Wind just wouldn't mind taking the money back.

"I'm going to kill you. The sick cat shouted angrily, and was about to pounce on the dusty wind.

However, the sick cat may not have looked at the yellow calendar when he went out today, and his anger today is destined to be impossible to vent.

"Okay, the assessment staff is full, and those who haven't come up don't need to come up, all those who have come up will come in for me, and they won't wait!"

Just when Dusty Wind was holding an inconspicuous tiger tooth in his hand, and the battle was about to break out.

At the gate of the Hundred Beasts, a white-haired old man had already appeared at some point, and he was the old man who had announced the start of the assessment at the foot of the mountain before, and roared like a bell.