After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

Everyone in the audience was also attentively at this moment, all staring at each arena.

The spiritual energy of the five arenas is also constantly colliding, but the situation in some of these arenas is a bit strange.

The No. 1 arena, the battle is fierce, the people of Pope Mo obviously don't talk much, but only speak with actions.

Almost all the movements of the 30 people have a common feature, that is, the shots are crisp and neat, which can basically be described as fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Epic's eyes flashed solemnly, "It seems that what we should be most worried about is not the Spirit Sect, but the Mo Sect..."

Yuqing didn't know when he came. He sat beside him and agreed: "At least Lingzong will still leave a bottom line when he makes a move, Pope Mo? I hope those disciples have not been abolished and cultivated."

Hearing the sighing words, Epic's expression became even heavier.

Yueli and Yun Haochen hadn't done it yet. No one from the Meteor Sect came forward to provoke them, and Long Xianxing seemed to avoid them intentionally.

She Xiaokui is like a soy sauce character at the moment, dodging and dodging.

This made the people of the Mo sect who attacked her, or the disciples of the Ling sect couldn't help but feel strange.

Yueli took all this into his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Her cultivation is at least above the king level."

"Maybe it's even higher." Yun Haochen said immediately.

Yueli raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm looking forward to what's going to happen in the future, maybe it will be even more amazing."

Hearing what she said, Yun Haochen immediately looked at her, "Looks like there's a good show to watch?"

"Well, wait!" Yueli said with a light smile, his eyes moved again, he raised his hand and waved, and waved a spiritual force towards a rushing Mo Sect disciple, who was pushed out of the ring. .

That person fell outside the ring, and looked at Yueli in disbelief, how could the other party push her out so easily?

Take a look at yourself, and there is no injury at all?

However, his thoughts had just come out, and his chest suddenly felt a dull pain, and his throat rushed up with blood.

"Pfft..." His eyes stared blankly at Yueli, then fell to the ground.

Yueli took his eyes back and didn't look anymore.

"Wow? It's so serious? You can vomit blood even if you push it lightly?" In the second row in the front of the auditorium, a young gentleman, dressed in a gray robe, had a round face, and his skin was as fair and delicate as a woman's. If it weren't for the two distinct mustaches on both sides of the Renzhong acupoint, and the rolling Adam's apple, I would have thought that it was a woman pretending to be a woman, and now her eyes were round.

He seemed to be his entourage next to him, and the man tugged at his sleeve quickly, "Shh! Young Master, don't speak so loudly, it would be bad if you were seen by the master's people."

Pei Sanyuan suddenly realized something and looked around subconsciously. Fortunately, he was paying attention to the situation of the man beside the ring number 1 at the moment.

With some helpless sighs, he didn't dare to say anything.

On the edge of the competition arena, the doctor in charge of basic treatment has come to the person of Pope Mo. There are two stretchers on the side.

The elder supervisor immediately asked, "How's it going?"

Some people from the surrounding sects are also paying attention, and some people's thoughts at the moment are that if the person from the Mo sect dies, Liyue can be directly out of the game.

Immediately in my heart, I silently said: It's good to die! good to die!