"Scuffle?!"

As soon as these words came out, the supreme cultivators in the Western stands frowned.

When it comes to the personal strength of the seeds of the major Western forces, it may be inferior to the first line of Kyushu, but it is crushing in terms of quantity, even if it will consume some of it, it is still advantageous to catch and fight.

But if it's a scuffle, it's about its own hard power and cooperation with each other.

So here's the problem, with the degree of chaos in the West, maybe today I'm sitting here one after the other, and yesterday I was still eager to take each other's waists to grill skewers.

For example, the werewolves and blood clans in the west, if they didn't pinch each other, it was already the result of the wolf clan's patriarch and the blood clan prince's full suppression.

If you want to count on the cooperation of the blood clan and the werewolf on the stage, it is better to count on Kyushu to surrender directly on the spot.

And in the West, forces like werewolves and blood clans, which have to unite now, cannot be said to be as many as cows, and they are also rotten on the streets.

In this case, if it is a melee, it is basically a gift of all the advantages that are not much.

On the other hand, this side of Kyushu.

Scrimmage? Cooperate?

It doesn't matter, the main thing of authenticity and decency is to be good in one hand, and to play is seamless.

What's more, fighting alone is to fight more and less, and melee is also to fight more and less, rather than giving the other party a chance to break through, it is better to stew in a pot.

In the melee, the small number of people is an advantage, and there will be no disregard for the situation.

It's not good on the side of the Western forces, it seems that there are more people than Kyushu, but in fact?

If you really want to fight, werewolves will only look for werewolves, and the blood clan will only find blood clans, and you want to team up with people from different forces? Inexistent.

Western power has always been a general term, and its internal strife is much more fierce than that of Kyushu.

"Kyushu fully agrees with the advice of the seniors!"

In silence, Lao Liu was the first to stand up and agree.

Divided into them, it is a traditional art in Kyushu.

On the other hand, on the other hand, in the Western stands, it is simply an ostrich playing competition, and the first one is lower than the other.

It's not that they're instigating, it's because they were the first to come out, and now it's cold.

One by one, they began to scold Lao Liu in their hearts.

Of course, what you promised is happy, the big guys are all from your Kyushu, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if there is no black whistle, the momentum is not the same.

"Seniors, we also follow the advice of our seniors."

Jiang Shouzhen stood up, his face was a little unpleasant, but he still bowed respectfully.

At this moment, the Western bigwigs are extremely grateful to Jiang Shouzhen.

Although Chen hastily agreed without asking our opinions, everyone knew very well that there was no room for refusal.

It's just that no one dares to be this bird.

As everyone knows, Jiang Shouzhen's heart has already blossomed.

Fight, the worse the better!

Anyway, there is only one person on his side who is qualified to play except Chen Baoer, and he is still the kind that has been infiltrated, and it is just right to die.

Although he smiled in his heart, Jiang Shouzhen still had a gloomy look on his face.

As a veteran underground worker, Jiang Shouzhen's acting skills can be said to be seamless.

"Good."

The faceless man nodded slightly in satisfaction, and the figure disappeared.

"Guys, let's get started!"

Lao Liu was the first to rush up, and said to the Western Stand with a smile: "Let's just have one this time."

As he spoke, the smile on the corner of Lao Liu's mouth was a little colder.

"Dead to the remaining three!"

As Lao Liu's voice fell, behind him, several figures took the lead in the ring.

The one who started was Jiang Qi, and behind him was Miaokong of the Pure Land Temple, Meng De of Confucianism, Huo Ling'er of Taoism, and one Jiang Qi had never seen it, but at a glance, he knew that it was an old brother from the Sword Sect, and his sword aura was almost visible to the naked eye.

And also

"Smack!"

Lao Liu blackened his face and slapped back the black brother who sneaked up.

The black brother performed a wave of Thomas maneuvers on the spot, and was directly flown to the side of the stands, his legs twitching in the air.

The body of the Black Evil cultivator is really not good.

Jiang Qi thought gloatingly.

"I want to make up for any excitement!"

Lao Liu shook his head helplessly, looked at Jiang Qi, and the corners of his eyes moved, the meaning was very simple: Are you sure?

Jiang Qi smiled and nodded.

At this time, Lao Liu was relieved and looked at the western stands with a smile.

One after another, in the gloomy faces of a group of Western bigwigs, one by one the seeds of the place came to the ring.

Jiang Qi glanced at it roughly, most of them were western faces, and there were very few around Kyushu.

Think about it, long before the battle in the ring, Jiang Qi had already swept the two most jumping countries, and the rest was not to be feared.

There are nearly twenty quota seeds on the western side.

Most of them are from well-known big forces.

The Holy Capital, werewolves, blood clans, and supernatural ones accounted for about a dozen.

The rest are a few Skywalkers, fanatics, and naturalists with only one seedling left, and

is also a lone seedling, a typical oriental face, and the qi on his body gives Jiang Qi a familiar feeling.

Is it grandpa's Sanshengmen Xuanqi?

Jiang Qi squinted his eyes, glanced at the western stand, and swept over, but caught a trace of the eldest grandfather's expression.

The meaning is simple: hammer to death.

I see.

Jiang Qi just turned his brain, and he roughly knew what was going on.

"You are Jiang Qi?"

Just when a bunch of geniuses were confronting each other, the man who practiced the Xuanqi of the Three Lives Gate was the first to speak, and his eyes were locked on Jiang Qi's body.

"You killed my sister?"

The man asked lightly.

When Jiang Qi heard this, he said with a smile: "It seems to be so." ”

Of course he knew that this person was talking about Chen Bao'er, and it seemed that he guessed correctly, this person was a traitor from the grandfather's side.

Otherwise, it is impossible for a dignified disciple to know nothing.

However, Jiang Qi thought about it, if this person still thinks about the love of brother and sister, it is not impossible to abolish cultivation and save a life.

"Everyone, give me a face."

The man turned to the many Western geniuses on the side and said, "This man is mine, and he killed my fiancée." ”

Well?

Jiang Qi frowned, and Yu Guang also frowned when he saw the eldest grandfather.

Great, now you don't even deserve a whole corpse.

Jiang Qi silently took out a short knife.

"Sa!"

An abrupt sound of breaking the air crossed the ring!

The stunning crimson knife light is so eye-catching!

As soon as the people in the West reacted, they saw that the genius of Hongmen was wrapped in a cloud of sword light!

This is naturally Jiang Qi's move, and it is eight hundred miles from Mobei!

The continuous sword light is vertical and horizontal!

Jiang Qi's face was cold, and his eyes revealed a cold red glow.

, my sister is hey, isn't it?

Jiang Qi, who has always been an only child, finally caught a younger sister from his grandfather, although he was not close and had little contact, but it did not prevent Jiang Qi from protecting his calves.

Jiang Qi has a good grasp of a degree, although it has formed a crush, but it is still within the limit of "genius", at most it is a bit "demonic".

It seems that Jiang Qi has formed a temporary suppression of this high-mouthed guy, but in fact, this is the old cat playing the young mouse.

Anyway, Jiang Qi is not tired, there is time to concoct it slowly, and he doesn't care about the speed of the moment.

Jiang Qi's side was very happy, as if it was also a signal, and everyone began to move after the initial shock.

A big brawl with the most gold content among the young generation of the global metaphysical cultivation world has begun.

(End of chapter)