In fact, Heavenly Tears also thinks so, in the Heavenly King-level powerhouse PS of the Blood Red Prison, he is also the number one person who can be ranked. It's just that he has one shortcoming, and that is arrogance.

When facing opponents who are not as good as himself, he likes to play with each other the most, and finally torture and kill. Temperament is the more annoying kind in the blood-red prison. Facing a young man like Zhou Weiqing, who is only in his twenties, he really can't think of any possibility that he will lose the game. It just so happened that he could also perform well in front of the four elders, so he directly made the intention of fighting with one hand.

The smile on Zhou Weiqing's face never disappeared, but Long Shiya, who was standing behind him, trembled slightly with the fat on his face, and he couldn't help himself from showing a smile.

Ever since Zhou Weiqing and the other party began to bargain and discuss the bet, Long Shiya has always had the urge to laugh.

After Zhou Weiqing saw the Evil Emperor again yesterday, he invited his teacher over, and everyone discussed how to deal with the invasion of the Blood Red Prison. There was no doubt that they all knew very well that the Blood Red Prison was determined to kill the Heavenly Cult this time, and that they would take the lead in cleaning up their Heavenly Bow Empire. In this case, the number of strong people from the Blood Red Prison is absolutely indispensable.

If you want to go head-to-head, victory is too slim.

But this battle had to be fought again. How to deal with it, the evil emperor Wu Yunyue had no way at all.

As a result, the leading power fell into the hands of Zhou Weiqing. All the plans were also laid out by him.

There is no doubt that he set a trap, but this trap is based on his personal strength. All those who have bet with Zhou Weiqing know what it is like to bet with him.

That's why Long Shiya wanted to laugh very much, watching his precious apprentice flickering there, the other party was really fooled.

Zhou Weiqing's strategy is very simple to say, that is, weakening. Constantly weaken the opponent's strength. When the strength of the two sides is close to a certain level, hehe......

And this way of gambling is obviously the best way to weaken the opponent, and his unlimited number of appearances is tailor-made for himself, with the demon devouring him, how can his ability to continue fighting on the battlefield be evaluated by the standards of ordinary people?

Long Shiya saw that Tiantian Tears despised his precious apprentice so much, and he had already sentenced him to death in his heart.

On the other hand, Wu Yunyue's feelings were different. He had heard many stories about Zhou Weiqing, but this was the first time he had actually worked with Zhou Weiqing. Although he didn't know what level Zhou Weiqing's strength had reached, at least he stood there, and he could talk eloquently when his own strength was obviously inferior to the other party, so that the other party could be guided to success according to his own ideas. That alone is already talent. Wu Yunyue asked herself, when she was cultivating at the level of a Heavenly King, it was absolutely impossible for a person like Zhou Weiqing to deal with a smiler who put down his face. It can be said that Zhou Weiqing does not have the consciousness of being a strong man at all.

But the more such a person is, the more terrible it is, is to ask, such a strong person, but can do whatever it takes to deal with things, it is definitely more of a headache than being strong at the same level.

A faint smile emerged from Zhou Weiqing's face, and in the face of the pride of Tiantear, he saluted the other party slightly with some sincerity and fear.

With the arrogance of Heavenly Tears, it is naturally impossible to attack Zhou Weiqing at such a time, if he doesn't even have this judgment, Zhou Weiqing will be in vain.

Heavenly tears stabbed and said, "Come on." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Weiqing had already disappeared in front of him, and even in the moment before he disappeared, Zhou Weiqing still maintained a saluting posture.

Zhou Weiqing's favorite thing is that others despise him, and he said that he has no pressure to deal with such an opponent.

Zhou Weiqing was also taken aback by the sudden disappearance of Heavenly Tears, but after all, he was a Blood Red Prison Heavenly King-level powerhouse, and he also reacted at the first time, and the strong fire attribute heavenly power mixed with the aura of destruction instantly erupted from his body, and his whole person was instantly ignited like a sudden burst of fireball, and that explosive power made his heavenly power have an indiscriminate attack effect on everything around him.

Everyone on both sides had already retreated far away when they were ready to fight, and the confrontation of the strong above the Heavenly King level could affect a huge area, and no one wanted to suffer from the pond fish.

At the same time as the tears of heaven suddenly erupted, the body also turned around, according to people's habitual thinking, the enemy disappeared in front, and the most likely one to appear was behind his back. Until this moment, he was still ready to meet the enemy with one hand, and at the same time as he turned around, he took a fire dragon with his right hand and circled his body, as long as he found Zhou Weiqing, this fire dragon used to protect his body could give Zhou Weiqing a fatal blow.

Moreover, to Tianxi's surprise, just in the process of turning, he felt that he had hit his opponent.

In fact, the fire attribute heavenly power that erupted from the body of the Heavenly Tears slammed into Zhou Weiqing's body that appeared behind him. When Tiantear turned around and saw him, he even saw the look of surprise on Zhou Weiqing's face.

There is no doubt that with the personality of Heavenly Tears, the smug emotion appeared on his face almost instantly.

Zhou Weiqing almost used subconscious movements to protect himself, pushing forward with both hands, looking like that, he had a bit of a taste of wanting to refuse and welcome.