"Is this a fool, his life is about to die, and now he is still thinking about picking up spirit stones?"

"Yes, that's the ninth place in the 10,000 rankings, and its strength can at least rank in the top ten in this competition. ”

"Just now in the seventh ring, Long Feiwu was knocked out of the ring by Mengtianji, and at this moment, it is estimated that there is no place to vent his anger, this kid is unlucky. ”

The crowd whispered, they could only envy Long Feiwu's good luck.

"Brother Waste seems to be very confident in his own strength. Yizhu, who finished collecting the spirit stone, said very playfully.

"You're trash, your whole family is trash, you bastard boy, get out of here. After being scolded by Yizhu for a long time, Long Feiwu roared angrily, and blasted at Yizhu with all his strength, this blow, Long Feiwu only had one idea, that is, he had to kill the arrogant kid in front of him.

Seeing the endless attack in front of him, the latter suddenly looked frightened and ran away.

"Stinky boy, don't run. The blow was fruitless, Long Feiwu's momentum skyrocketed, and he viciously killed Yizhu again. From time to time, a ball of flame condensed in his hand and threw it towards Yizhu's body.

The latter ran around aimlessly, and every time he was able to skillfully dodge Long Feiwu's attack. Random and constantly shouted loudly: "Help, kill someone." ”

The monk outside the arena watched the chase in the ring with a speechless expression.

It lasted for half a cup of tea, and just as Long Feiwu was killed, Yizhu suddenly stopped his figure and slashed out a sword with a frightened face.

At the same time, he secretly roared in his heart: "Kill the god and draw the sword! ”

A sword just slashed horizontally at Long Feiwu's body as if swinging indiscriminately, and the latter was instantly knocked out of the field before he could gain a firm foothold.

The moment he flew out of the field, Long Feiwu's eyes widened in shock.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill ......." Before he finished speaking, Long Feiwu's body disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and after two failures, the latter was teleported to the viewing platform next to him in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked puzzled at this moment and saw Yizhu in the ring in a hurry.

I didn't believe at all what was just happening in front of my eyes.

The ninth-place monk in the 10,000-strong ranking was actually sent out of the field without even getting a thousand places in the 'Lingwu Xuantian Society'.

Why is this Long Feiwu so weak, he can't even kill that kind of ant, and he was even beheaded by him.

Could it be that he deliberately lost to this kid? No, looking at the look in his eyes just now, it was as if he was going to eat this kid on the stage.

Long Feiwu, who was sitting on the viewing platform at this moment, glared at Yizhu in the ring viciously, and whispered at the same time: "Damn stinky boy, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's carelessness, he would have killed you on the spot." When the Xuantian meeting is over, Lao Tzu is looking for you to settle accounts. ”

"Feiwu, you're still too young. An old man sitting beside Long Feiwu at this moment said slowly.

"What does the master mean by this? Hearing this person speak, Long Feiwu asked very respectfully.

"Do you really think that kid in the ring is able to fight until now by luck?"

"Otherwise, what does the master mean that this son is hiding his strength?" the latter asked very suspiciously.

"I can't see it as a teacher, but this son is definitely not simple, this time Lingwu Xuantian Meeting, it is difficult for the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' to take the first place. The old man said thoughtfully.

After listening to the old man, although Long Feiwu had doubts, he didn't dare to say anything. Then he gritted his teeth and said very unwillingly: "I'm sorry for the cultivation of my master, I lost." ”

"It's okay, just watch carefully, you can learn something, and it will be of great benefit to your future. ”

"Remember the teachings of the Master. After that, Long Feiwu looked at Yizhu in the ring very seriously.

At this moment, Yizhu didn't care about anyone's mocking words at all, looked at the monks under the ring, the latter nodded with satisfaction, and then looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, hooked his fingers at the monks outside, and said: "Lao Tzu is really invincible in the world, haha!

The crowd was furious and eager to rush in immediately.

"Arrogant ants, eat me a blow!" A monk came to the stage one by one, and without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly attacked Yizhu with his spirit martial arts in his hand, and his shot was very clean.

"The pearl of rice grains also dares to be with the sun and moon Zheng Hui!" The moment the words fell, Yizhu slammed into the other party with a punch.

As soon as the monk approached Yizhu, he felt his head flutter for a while, and then he was slammed into the chest by Yizhu's punch, and his figure flew directly out of the ring.

"Win?" Seeing this, the crowd was collectively dumbfounded again.

"This kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right? How can he knock that kid away with one punch, how can that thing be said to be a senior brother of a second-rate sect!"

"He's too lucky, isn't it, or is his strength so strong?"

"Come again, the master is going to fight ten!" Yizhu looked at the monks around him, and his heart suddenly felt relieved: "Suffocate the master, it's better to be a little serious." ”

"I'm going to fight you, I don't believe it, you're so lucky every time! Lao Tzu wants to see if it's your luck or if you're really hiding your strength!" The moment the words fell, a monk with a full face rushed into the ring.

"'Butcher of Judgment' Burdang! This time this kid is definitely dead, although Berdan is not as powerful as Long Feiwu, but his methods are extremely cruel, even to mortals, he has never shown mercy to his subordinates. ”

"Haha, the show is finally here, this kid's retribution has arrived. ”

"Butcher butcher

Die this kid who pretends to be X, we have your back. ”

"Little trash, hear the voice below, don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you, the acquaintance is jumping down now, and when Lao Tzu's big knife is unsheathed, no one can save you even if you cry!"

Yizhu's previous performance already gave people a feeling that his strength was super weak and his luck exploded, and he was still a disciple of a third-rate sect, and he was not taken seriously by the monks here at all, and the strength he showed had already been labeled as a weak person by everyone.

Even if he was lucky enough to win a few games, it is estimated that the monks would not erase this label.

Moreover, according to Yizhu's previous expression, he is completely a weak ratio of bad luck, and his arrogance makes everyone want to crush him to ashes.

It's a pity that Yizhu's true strength, how could they possibly know.

Looking at the ugly man in front of him, Yizhu squinted his eyes and whispered: "Listening to the people below, the senior brother is nicknamed the butcher, can you satisfy the curiosity of the junior brother, why do they call the senior brother like this?"

"Little trash, today grandpa will let you be a ghost, the reason why Lao Tzu is called a butcher is because there are more souls who die under grandpa's knife than those butchers who specialize in slaughtering animals!"

"The people that the senior brother killed, can they be divided into good people and bad people?"

"As long as grandpa doesn't look good, whether he's a good guy or a bad guy, it's all grandpa's ....... under the knife" Before he finished speaking, a blood-colored refining rose up into the sky, like a bloody light, and instantly crossed the ugly man's body.

The convicted butcher Boerdang couldn't believe that the ants in front of him could kill him so easily.

"Kill my child!" A burly man on the platform stood up angrily and stared at a scene in the ring. Watching his child being chopped into minced meat.

"The sect master is angry, this son is a third-rate sect disciple favored by the 'Canghai Immortal Venerable'. Think again. A bearded man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks sitting next to the burly man hurriedly advised.

"Good, good, good. Stinky boy, you have a kind, I remember you. After saying that, the burly man glared at Xuan Tiancang and the others fiercely, and then sat on the stool angrily.

In the scene just now, Xuan Tiancang and Xuan Lingzi also saw it with their own eyes, but when they heard the conversation between the two in the ring, their hearts were also dark, and they killed well.

"But senior brother, this person is the 'Barbarian Dao Sect' Sect Leader Bo Li Shi, Yi Boy killed his child, this person will definitely not give up. This Bo Li Shi is ruthless, does all kinds of evil, and his cultivation is about to enter the period of crossing the tribulation, so it is not a good thing for them to be remembered. Xuan Lingzi said with a worried expression.

"Yi boy, even the 'Lingyin Dao Sect' has been offended, do you still care about a barbarian, you must always come, even if you have to fight for your life, you and I must protect him thoroughly. Xuantian Cang said solemnly.

At this moment, Yizhu had sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed, not caring about the fallacies around him at all. Dealing with such evil, Yizhu didn't have any mercy, he just wanted to kill him quickly.

"Lord Immortal Venerable, did you notice that kid's strangeness just now?" a voice flew into the mind of 'Canghai Immortal Venerable'.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the owner of the Shura bloodline, who had been silent for 10,000 years, would appear here, give me a good look at this, and when there are still a thousand monks left in the venue, switch the rules and let everyone draw lots to compete. "With that, the 'Canghai Immortal Venerable' closed his eyes again.

"The disciple obeyed. "It's really hateful, this hateful Shura clan, not all of them have disappeared, how can they appear now, Mo Yan looked at Yizhu in the ring, and scolded angrily in his heart.

"Did you see clearly just now, how did this kid kill the butcher Boerdang?"

Then he saw a flash of red light, and Berdan was reduced to pieces. ”

"Who the hell is this son, is he really a disciple of a third-rate sect?"

"I don't believe it, it must have been back to light just now, and when the light curtain disappears, I'm going to go up and give it a try. ”

After a cup of tea, several monks came to the stage to compete with Yizhu, but the ending was the same, although it took a little acting skills, in the end, it always made everyone believe that they used luck to beat those people.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed, and there are at least more than 1,000 monks who have been knocked off the stage from the Yizhu ring.

"It's weird, this kid is definitely weird, and he won almost a thousand games by luck. One of the monks spoke in horror.

"What an idiot, you can't see it, this kid is pretending, do you really think there will be thousands of accidents in a game?"

After hearing this, many monks suddenly realized.

"He definitely did it on purpose, his strength is not inferior even to those first-class sect demons!" someone exclaimed.

The others also nodded secretly, only this explanation can make sense.

Even if a person's luck is good, it is impossible to be good for several games in a row, after all, to reach this level, the most important thing is strength.

In the face of absolute strength, general luck does not mean anything at all!

Looking at the monks who were eager to try, the corners of Yizhu's mouth curled, and he looked at Xuan Tiancang and Xuan Lingzi slightly. The latter noticed Yizhu's gaze and understood the meaning of this son, and after nodding, Yizhu laughed.

patted his robe and spit out a few words with disdain. "A bunch of garbage, do you still have anyone up?"

The monks below were red-faced, they had been played by Yizhu for so long, and they all held back a breath of anger in their hearts.

But no one dared to go into the ring.

At this moment, there are still more than 1,000 monks in the venue.

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, Mo Yan's voice suddenly remembered.

"Now there are still a thousand monks in the field, and the final duel of the Lingwu Xuantian Society will start immediately, according to the regulations of the Immortal Venerable, let's change the way of fighting, in the form of drawing lots, to select their opponents, each time ten competitions, the winner advances, and the loser leaves, do you understand?"

At this time, a monk pretended to be bold and asked, "Venerable Mo Yan, isn't this a little unfair, if an ordinary monk draws lots to draw a disciple of a first-class sect, then he won't even have a chance to fight, and he can be eliminated directly?"

After this person asked, many monks also nodded sympathetically, and looked at Venerable Mo Yan on the high platform with great puzzlement.

"That's a good question, the monk is not only competing for strength, but also luck, seeking the way against the sky, strength accounts for 30%, talent accounts for 30%, and fortune accounts for 40%!

If you are unlucky to draw a stronger opponent, then you can't blame others, only your bad luck.

For example, a certain little friend, luck is very outstanding, basically it didn't take much effort, and it was easy to enter the thousand, for example, the founding ancestor of the Xuanling Sect 'Lingxia Immortal Venerable' used to be a strong monk in the tribulation period, if it wasn't for bad luck, how could he die in a small Dacheng Realm ancient tomb?

Does Xiaoyou agree with the old man's statement? After saying that, Mo Yan looked at Yizhu in the ring with a smile on his face.

"This hateful old bastard, he clearly knows that his master was framed by someone, and he still says such cool things!" Yizhu scolded angrily in his heart.

At the same time, the expressions of Xuan Lingzi and Xuan Tiancang were not good-looking, this old thing was obviously mocking Xuan Lingzong.

Even so, Yizhu and the others did not dare to have any hostile expressions, and the latter looked at Mo Yan on the high platform with a calm face at the moment and bowed his hand slightly: "What Venerable Mo Yan said is true, and the disciple is willing to follow the Venerable's arrangement." ”

"Do you have any opinions?"

"The disciple is willing to follow the arrangement of Venerable Mo Yan. All the monks in the field bowed their hands.