1797: C1797 He Didn't Even Have a Slot

C1797 He Didn't Even Have a Slot

Not a single spot.

Ning! North! Black?

When the cultivators on the bronze platform heard these three words, they looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. They were no stranger to this name. When they were in the Impassable Battlefield... They would pay attention to the ranking on the Battle Points Board from time to time. Many people's ranking kept changing... However, there was only one person who continued until the end of the gambling war. The person who was ranked first on the Combat Point Board was Ning Beixuan!

"What?! He's Ning Beixuan?"

The person who scolded Ning Qi earlier had a frightened expression on his face.

Huo Qingyang was dumbstruck. He looked at Ning Qi with disbelief. This guy was only a Fifth Tribulation Creator, how could he be Ning Beixuan?

"Haha! Now you know fear?"

The gloating expressions on the faces of those cultivators who knew about Ning Qi's identity became even more intense. Although they knew that they might not have a quota today, and that they would accept the imparting of power from the God's Stone of Despair, at the very least, they had killed their enemies together with Ning Qi, and now, they were connected to him. Here! They could choose to join Yunqi Village, but Huo Qingyang and the others... They were afraid that they would not be so lucky...

"En, I am Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi looked at Fong Qingxue and nodded.

"Hiss..."

Hearing Ning Qi admit it himself, many cultivators gasped in their hearts. Huo Qingyang felt his legs go weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

"It's over, it's over..."

"My brother offended you just now, please don't blame him."

Fong Qingxue quickly cupped his hands and bowed.

"Ning, Mr. Ning, I was blind just now. Please forgive me..."

The person in the top 50 of the combat strength ranking quickly apologized to Ning Qi.

Ning Qi ignored them, and his eyes fell on Huo Qingyang. He said indifferently, "You, come here."

"Senior Ning, I was wrong! Please spare my life!"

Huo Qingyang fell to his knees and kowtowed to Ning Qi, begging for mercy.

"Come here."

Ning Qi said plainly.

"Senior Ning, please let me go..."

Huo Qingyang kept begging for mercy, but he didn't dare to go over.

Ning Qi frowned slightly. With a light tap, an Immortal Spirit Qi instantly cut through the void. It pierced through Huo Qingyang's glabella, the dignified creator of the Seven Tribulations, Huo Qingyang, who was known as the Hundred Mile Divine Fist. He was killed on the spot, and even until his death, he was still unable to react. After his death, his soul appeared and he saw his corpse. Only now did he know that he had died in Ning Qi's hands. His divine soul looked at Ning Qi with an incomparably venomous expression. It was cursing him.

With a thought from Ning Qi, Huo Qingyang's divine soul exploded with a bang and dissipated into the world.

Seeing Ning Qi kill Huo Qingyang cleanly, Fong Qingxue's expression changed slightly. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes. Many cultivators felt lucky in their hearts. Fortunately, they didn't ridicule Ning Qi together with Huo Qingyang and the few dead Sixth Tribulation Creators.

Otherwise, they would be the same as Huo Qingyang now...

"You, you, and you..."

Ning Qi pointed at a few cultivators, startling them. They thought that Ning Qi was going to attack them, but they couldn't understand it. After all, they had fought together with Ning Qi before. However, they immediately realized that Ning Qi wasn't going to kill them. He was going to keep them alive!

Ning Qi had selected a total of nine people. All nine of them had performed well in the Great Ruins. Although their cultivation base wasn't high, they were decisive when it came to killing!1

"Including all of you, there are exactly five hundred of them. As for the rest, let's go."

Ning Qi said faintly.

"Thank you, Senior Ning!"

The nine warriors who were surprised kneeled on the ground and kowtowed a few times to Ning Qi. They were overjoyed. They never thought that Ning Qi would give them the remaining nine spots.

When the other cultivators saw this, some of them were jealous, some were envious, and some were even a little unsatisfied in their hearts. However, they also knew about their performance in the Great Ruins. Indeed, they were not as dazzling as the nine of them because they wanted to preserve their strength. They didn't want to risk their lives. As long as they didn't die, they would have a chance in the future. If they died, there would be no chance at all. But now, because of this mediocre idea, they had lost a great opportunity...

"What a pity..."

Grandma Loong and the other two looked at each other. They knew that the nine extra spots were given to them by Ning Qi. In the end, they thought that Ning Qi would at most give them six spots. Now, these nine spots could only be given to others at a cheap price.

Fong Qingxue and the other two's expressions changed slightly and looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. He actually gave the remaining nine spots to the Creators of the First and Second Tribulations and not them?

"Ning Beixuan! Forget about the 485 spots you have, we only have 30 people in total. Don't tell me you won't even give us a single spot? No matter what, we're all in the top 50 of the Combat Strength List. Isn't this a little unreasonable?"

A cultivator couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

Fong Qingxue's expression changed slightly, but he didn't stop him. Obviously, he also wanted to question Ning Qi.

"Where were you when we attacked? I heard that there was a group of people in the top 50 of the Combat Strength List. They would hide in the middle of the gambling battles and wait for the battle to end. Then come and enjoy the gift of the Impassable Divine Stone. This group of people should be you guys, right? "

Ning Qi said with a faint smile.

"So, so what? No matter what..."

The cultivator's face turned slightly red and he started to argue.

Ning Qi waved his hand, "I won't listen to your excuses. Get lost."

"Ning Beixuan, don't go too far. Brother Feng, let's fight it out with him. So what if he is ranked first on the Fighting Point Board? No matter how I look at it, he is just a Fifth Tribulation Creator! I think there must be something wrong with the God Stone of Despair this time. Thunder Emperor and the others might not have died either. The data on the Combat Point Board is all messed up!"

The cultivator immediately looked at Fong Qingxue and said angrily.

"Ning Beixuan, we only want eight spots. Do you think it's possible?"

Fong Qingxue looked at Ning Qi and said in a flat tone.

When their juniors saw this, their expressions immediately became ugly. However, they had no right to speak at this moment, so they could only curse Ning Qi in their hearts.

"Not a single spot."

Ning Qi said with a smile.

"Then, let me see how strong the first place on the Fighting Point Ranking is."

Fong Qingxue smiled. As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and thrust out his sword. The sword light was like a rainbow as it slashed towards Ning Qi's face.

When Grandma Loong and the others saw this, a trace of pity appeared in their eyes.

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly and he slashed out with his backhand. His blade light... It directly scattered Fong Qingxue's sword light and landed on Fong Qingxue's body at lightning speed. Beads of blood slowly seeped out from between Fong Qingxue's eyebrows.

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