Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

As soon as these words came out, the crowd in this small area suddenly exploded.

Everyone looked at Meng Qing like a monster.

Soon, someone said disdainfully:

"At first, I really thought that there was something special about him, but I didn't expect that he was an ordinary person, do you say that the previous news was deliberately created for him by Wukou?"

"Is that all that? What did he do before? Yes, it is okay to enter the pseudo-god but defeat the pseudo-god consummation, is there anyone present who can't do it? Everyone

said yes.

Most of the people present were true gods, and unlike ordinary people, they fought each other since childhood, and they knew their strength clearly enough and were confident enough.

It has almost become instinctive for people with cross-border combat power to look down on people who are lower than their own realm.

"Then you dare to fight me? Those who lose give all their resources to those who win. Meng Qing said bluntly.

As soon as these words came out, someone said sarcastically:

"Don't you want to empty gloves white wolf?"

"You think you're going to lose? Or do you think you're inferior to me? Meng Qing said calmly.

"Joke, how can I be inferior to you? But in order to prevent you from teasing me and waiting, take out your mustard bracelet first? The man said again.

On the side, someone introduced:

"This is the young master of the Hua family, Hua Xiangrong, it is said that he has been successfully stuck in the pseudo-god for three years, and this year he broke through the realm and entered the true god, and I think he should have got a lot of adventures."

Meng Qing didn't have any idea about this, and he said calmly:

"Yes, but do you also want to show your mustard bracelet?" Otherwise, I would have suffered a loss, and it would have been a loss to fight you across a big realm.

"Joke, there are so many treasures in my mustard bracelet, how can I show you?" Hua Xiangrong said angrily.

"Paratroopers, next." Meng Qing looked at the others.

"What did you just say?" Hua Xiangrong felt that there was something wrong with this new word, but she couldn't remember anything wrong for a while.

"Literally, say that you are very brave, don't delay me to find an opponent, who wants to fight me?" Meng Qing looked at the others.

The human rights should be lively, and no one responds.

Many of the people present are characters with heads and faces, even if the battle is won? Fighting across a large realm is not at all suspense in their opinion.

These people lost interest after watching for a while, focusing on other people of the same realm in the audience.

Meng Qing wondered:

"No, a normal script shouldn't be written like this, shouldn't it be me who provokes them, and then attack them en masse, and finally I am a husband, handsome to complete all tasks, and finally go to the clothes, hiding the merit and fame?"

Xiao Tai said sarcastically:

"Master, have you committed hysteria again?"

He stubbornly withdrew his hand, and finally honestly waited in the crowd.

A chill surged upward, as if thousands of snakes and scorpions had stared at him in an instant.

When he turned around, he found that it was Han Han and Dust Kite.

They came together, today they didn't wear a veil, from a distance, a tall figure and a petite physique, with a contrasting beauty, it can be regarded as a match, but in the near future, in Meng Qing's previous life, there should be several mines....

Meng Qing's heart greeted the dust kite:

"Hello, how did you get to the True God rank?" Luo Zheng is waiting for you in the pseudo-god rank.

The dust kite's face froze, and finally whispered:

"Don't worry, when I clean you up, I will have a chance to clean him up sooner or later!"

"Kite, you don't have to be angry with this kind of person, an ant that can be pinched to death at will, it's not worth wasting more energy." Zhen Han said softly, his strength is true God consummation, and he is not in the same rank as the two.

Someone spotted the two and immediately exclaimed:

"It turned out to be Lord Zhenghan!" There were rumors before that the Chen family and the family of Lord Zhenghan were going to unite, but I didn't expect it to be true, is this to be married?

"Did Meng Qing have a conflict with Miss Dust Kite just now? This guy is really a flea, Miss Dust Kite is so beautiful, it must be his fault!

"Yes, I have the impression that Miss Dust Kite is knowledgeable and rarely conflicts with others."

For a time, Meng Qing was criticized by everyone in various ways, if people with poor psychological quality came here, they would definitely be sprayed with doubts about life!

"These people are not saved, or are they really three views following the five senses, they are all true gods, what do they have to be licking dogs for?" Meng Qing was speechless in her heart.

The two were almost surrounded by the stars and moon, but Meng Qing was squeezed to the edge by the flow of people.

Not long after, there was the first challenger on stage!

This was a young man with a sword, his face was ordinary, but there was a sword-shaped fluorescence in his eyebrows, and there were bursts of sword qi between the surging auras.

Meng Qing really saw that this was not a flower rack, but a kendo mark that could really greatly increase its lethality!

"This kid has something, this kendo mark is not given by the deceased kendo elder, but it is obtained by cultivating step by step by himself, if it can be stabilized, the future is limitless!" Xiaotai said seriously.

Meng Qing nodded, and in a blink of an eye, someone on the stage responded, and the two fought with a bang.

The combatant was a True God Perfection level physical cultivator, and when the aura was running, his whole body was glowing with a layer of bronze light, and there were bursts of explosive power between the swings of his fists, and even distorted the space in front of him.

But the man holding the sword was obviously superior, and the first dozens of moves the two fought against each other, and then the sword qi roared, and that physical cultivation was almost pressed and beaten!

In a hundred rounds, the sword-wielding youth slashed and forced him off the stage, and the first battle was won.

Xiao Qiang was puzzled: "Why didn't these two people use the power of taming beasts?" That's it, a hundred moves and it's over? "

Use the beast? Don't want to make it to the final, do you? The person who wants to reach the final must win ten games, it must also be a streak, you start with people to fight you to the death, the remaining few games you take to fight people? It was a game that tested his vision and strength. Meng Qing explained.

Some people cheered in low voices, celebrating the victory of the man with the sword.

Soon the second person came up, this is a physical cultivation, his fist is especially huge.

The two fought, although the aura roared, but the move was like a dragonfly with water, without the slightest weight.

"This guy will definitely make it to the final." Meng Qing shook his head.

The ten battles passed quickly, and the young man qualified for the final, and it was at this time that Meng Qing learned his name, Ye Xin.

In one morning, a total of thirty people guarded the ring, and only ten people qualified for the final.

This elimination rate seems to be high, but based on such a large population base, such figures are still very terrifying.

Until the afternoon, Hua Xiangrong, who had clashed with Meng Qing, came on.

His fame was very high, and he caused everyone to cheer and cheer endlessly.

After winning seven people in a row, Hua Xiangrong was full of anger and roared lowly:

"As long as I win three more games, I can qualify for the final, but to be honest, the current battle is too boring, can you come up with some powerful characters to make this knockout match not so boring?"

There was a chorus of boos in the room.

A young true god who looked average, but exuded a wave of heat all around him, came on the field, but he was bombarded in less than ten rounds.

"Is that all?"

Footsteps came from the other side, and one person appeared, slowly saying:

"This ninth game, I will fight you."