1796: C1796 The Fight for the Spots

C1796 The Fight for the Spots

Article 1796. Qualification Battle

Hearing the rebuke of the Creator of the Seven Tribulations, the cultivators who knew Ning Qi's identity had weird expressions on their faces. They looked at the Creator of the Seven Tribulations with pity in their eyes.

"So it's the Hundred Miles Godly Fist Huo Qingyang. I've heard that he is very arrogant and sometimes, he doesn't even put the Creator of the Eight Tribulations in his eyes. As expected, he is really arrogant."

"This time, he is going to kick an iron plate. Ask Senior Ning to get lost. Haha, his face is really big."

They looked at the Creator of the Seven Tribulations with schadenfreude.

However, even more cultivators glanced at Huo Qingyang. They looked at Ning Qi and the others with disdain. Someone said sarcastically, "A mere five Sixth Tribulation Creator. Oh, there are also quite a few First Tribulation Creators and Second Tribulation Creators. There are even Dharma Image Cultivators. Where did this beggar come from? Do you really think that after the great war of gambling, everyone can come here to receive the Despairing Divine Stone's strength imparting?"

When the villagers of Yunqi Village heard this, their faces revealed a trace of anger. However, Wang Lin and his wife were very calm. There was a trace of ridicule in their eyes as they looked at the cultivators in front of them.

"Ten breaths of time is almost up. If you still don't get lost, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Huo Qingyang said coldly.

"Senior Huo, there's no need to be polite with them. When did the Impassable Divine Stone appear? No one died? These fellows had eyes but failed to see, so they recklessly charged forward. They deserved to die. If Senior Huo is too lazy to make a move, I can do it for you!"

A handsome Young Cultivator said with a smile.

"Alright, go and kill them all."

Huo Qingyang faintly nodded his head.

Young Cultivator was slightly startled, and a trace of anger flashed across his eyes. Although he was a Sixth Tribulation Creator, the other party also had a Sixth Tribulation Creator. Huo Qingyang had asked him to attack because he wanted to borrow his opponent's hand. After getting rid of him, another slot would appear. Thinking of this, Young Cultivator let out a cold laugh and snapped his fingers. A few more Sixth Tribulation Creators stood out. Young Cultivator smiled at them and said, "Brothers and sisters, let's attack together."

"Alright."

The few Sixth Tribulation Creators smiled and nodded. Then, they let out a long roar and flew towards Ning Qi.

A cold glint flashed across the Ning Zi's eyes. Its body moved slightly and disappeared from where it was standing. When it reappeared, it was already above the few Young Cultivator.

"So fast?"

Those few Young Cultivator's eyes revealed a trace of shock. Before they could react, the wings on the back of the Ning Zi slowly spread out like a blade. It swept across the bodies of the few Young Cultivator. A light sound was heard. The cultivators on the bronze platform saw the victorious Young Cultivator turn into a pile of minced meat. He fell to the ground.

Insta-kill!

It was the same Sixth Tribulation Creator, but they were all killed in an instant when they joined hands?

The way they looked at the Ning Zi was filled with a trace of shock.

"Interesting. No wonder you dared to come here. You do have the qualifications to receive the energy transmission from the God Stone of Despair. However, the others still have to get lost. Otherwise, I will personally take action and suppress you as well."

Huo Qingyang looked at the Ning Zi and smiled. A strange light flashed in his eyes. The Ning Zi's appearance was excellent, and it also had such combat strength. This made him somewhat moved.

At this moment, dozens of figures tore through the air and appeared on the bronze platform. Huo Qingyang and the others' expressions changed when they saw this group of people.

Huo Qingyang, who originally had an arrogant expression, clasped his hands together with the other cultivators and said, "We pay our respects to Senior Feng..."

Fong Qingxue, who was ranked second on the combat strength ranking!

They had stayed in Death Impasse for many years. Huo Qingyang and the others had seen him before, so they naturally recognized him at a glance.

"En."

Fong Qingxue faintly nodded his head. When his eyes swept over to Ning Qi's side, he frowned slightly. Behind him, a person ranked in the top 50 on the combat strength ranking looked towards Ning Qi's side. He couldn't help but ask, "A few hundred people? There's also Dharma Image Cultivator? Since when did the Distress Divine Stone's skill imparting become so worthless?"

" Seniors, we were just about to chase them away. "0

Huo Qingyang hurriedly said.

"Other than them, your side is also the same. More than a thousand Creators? What a joke, those with low cultivation will get the hell out of here! "

Another cultivator in the top 50 shouted.

The cultivators who were hoping to be lucky had a wry smile on their faces after hearing the words. They were prepared to leave on their own in case the other party attacked them. They might not even be able to keep their lives if that happened.

"Mm? Shijia Wunian and the others are here as well."

Fong Qingxue's eyes suddenly focused. He looked into the distance and saw six figures rushing over and landing on the bronze platform. They were Grandma Loong, Shijia Wunian and the others.

"Grandma Loong, why haven't I seen Brother Han and the others?"

Fong Qingxue said with a smile.

The group of people in the top 50 of the combat strength ranking behind him saw Grandma Loong and the others. Their eyes carried a trace of a cold smile. They were all rogue cultivators. More or less, they had some enmity with the seven major sects. Otherwise, they would not have taken Fong Qingxue as their leader. They formed another small group.

"They were unlucky and died in the desperate battlefield."

Grandma Loong said lightly.

"What a pity. Even Thunder Emperor and the others died this time. I wonder what kind of accident happened during this gambling war?"

Fong Qingxue said with a faint smile. Although he said it was a pity, the surrounding cultivators could clearly feel that he was taking pleasure in Fong Qingxue's misfortune.

"Hehe, we aren't too sure either."

Grandma Loong smiled.

"Hey, are you deaf? Why aren't you getting out? Do you want me to suppress you with my own hands?"

At this moment, a person in the top 50 of the combat strength ranking behind Fong Qingxue noticed that Ning Qi and the others had yet to leave the bronze platform. His face revealed a trace of impatience as he scolded.

When Grandma Loong and the others saw this scene, their expressions instantly became extremely strange.

"Mr. Ning, we have brought three people with us this time. The seats should be enough, right?"

Grandma Loong looked at Ning Qi and said with a smile.

"I have a total of 485 people with me. Including the six of you, it is indeed enough. I thought that at least a dozen of you would come."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

When the cultivators on the bronze platform saw this scene, their faces immediately revealed a look of surprise and bewilderment. They looked at Ning Qi and then looked at Grandma Loong, and the scene became somewhat silent.

"Mr. Ning? Surnamed Ning?"

Could it be...

Fong Qingxue's expression changed slightly, and the Creator who scolded Ning Qi seemed to have yet to react. He was about to scold again, but was stopped by Fong Qingxue. He looked at Fong Qingxue in confusion, not knowing why he stopped him. After that, he heard Fong Qingxue looking at Ning Qi with a serious expression. He said, "Sir, are you...? Ning Beixuan? "

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