Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

Hua Xiangrong turned around, and when she saw that the person who came on stage was Meng Qing, she immediately smacked her lips: "Are you here to make me happy?" If you want to give me a battle victory to make my journey to the final smoother, then there is no need, go down, don't be embarrassed. Not

only him, but also the audience around him laughed.

"Boy, let's come to see the excitement this year, no one will be your opponent, in case we beat you to death with a little more force, then we can't bear the responsibility."

"Although you have defeated the false gods, the distance between you and us is still far away! Give it up boy, and be honest. "

No one in the field was optimistic about him.

Meng Qing was indifferent, he looked at Hua Xiangrong, who disdained him, and said softly:

"You are a defender, I am a challenger, you will fight me when I come to power, if talking nonsense with outsiders can make you feel that the odds of victory are greater, it is not impossible, if it is really not possible, you will admit defeat, no one will laugh at you."

The latter's face was furious:

"Presumptuous! What do you think you are? Well, since you have to find death, then I will fulfill you! Just the new account and the old account are calculated together! He

moved, his whole body was furious, the cold qi surged, and even one of his hands turned azure blue, and with a wave of his hand, there were ice crystals that emitted a terrifying temperature and continued to rotate.

"I have to strangle you today!" Hua Xiangrong stomped on the ground with the soles of her feet, and the whole person catapulted, and the azure palm grabbed it, like a high-speed rotating ice pick.

Meng Qing's face remained unchanged, and with a gentle touch forward, an invisible vortex emerged, and the cold palm plummeted the moment it touched the whirlpool, and the ice crystals fell one after another!

Hua Xiangrong's face changed drastically, and he wanted to pull his palm out of the whirlpool, but found that the latter was like a quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper he fell in!

"Is that how much the true God is?" Meng Qing smiled slightly, and the right hand that pointed forward pushed forward again.

Rumble!

If two heavy objects collided in the air, Hua Xiangrong flew straight out and pulled out more than a dozen feet on the ground before stopping.

When fully stabilized, his hind foot was less than a foot from the edge of the ring!

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect that people who are new to True God would be such a dish, and almost beat you down, sorry, next time I will collect some strength." Meng Qing's apology was very sincere.

But this gesture fell into the eyes of outsiders and completely became a provocation!

The onlookers were shocked.

In the first round of the confrontation between the two, it turned out that Meng Qing won?

It's kind of incredible.

"I see you're looking for death!" Hua Xiangrong roared, the icy cold aura of his whole body bloomed, quickly attached to the surrounding body, like a set of Xuanbing battle armor, step out, the cold invaded the entire ring, and a layer of frost condensed above.

Meng Qing's paw swiped on the ground, and the rapid frost came to an abrupt end.

Rumble!

Hua Xiangrong's fist fell, like a giant lifting a hill and smashing down, and the entire venue trembling was agitated for a moment.

A muffled snort came out, and the stirring aura quickly dispersed, and when everyone saw the situation in the field, the corners of their mouths couldn't stop twitching.

Meng Qing was carrying Hua Xiangrong's collar intact, and when his right hand flipped, the latter's mustard bracelet and all the treasures changed hands one after another.

Hua Xiangrong's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his right index finger and pointed at Meng Qing:

"I warn you not to touch my things!"

A cold light appeared in Meng Qing's eyes, and his right hand stretched out to hold it, and a clicking sound clenched the former's index finger against the back of his hand, and asked curiously: "Sorry, I didn't hear what you were saying clearly, can I repeat it?" "

There were screams.

Meng Qing threw him under the ring, and at the same time wiped his hands with some disgust: "It's a pity, if this is not a martial arts conference, your body should already be hard by now."

Then, he put away all the loot and looked at the many true gods below who had not fully come to their senses:

"I'm sorry for taking up public resources, where is the next challenger?"

Only then did everyone come to their senses.

Many people regained their composure, although they did not want to believe what was in front of them, but this is the reality.

For Meng Qing, their previous contempt has been much less, Hua Xiangrong's strength is not low, and if it is replaced by anyone in the field, I am afraid that they will not have the means to do it so cleanly.

Someone came on.

This person's breath is also cold, but it is very different from the breath of Hua Xiangrong, if the latter's breath is a test for the flesh, then the cold that this person exudes is the cold that penetrates into the depths of the soul!

"My name is Hua Yuya, and I am Hua Xiangrong's younger brother." Come humanely.

Meng Qing nodded: "I have no desire to remember the names of the defeated generals.

As soon as the words fell, a terrible chill gushed out, and the ring instantly turned azure blue, and Meng Qing seemed to have fallen into a dark blue world.

This is the field!

Rumble!

The frost on the ground flew one after another, turning into thousands of ice crystals, each of which continued to expand, turning into an ice arrow and attacking in all directions.

Meng Qing palmed a little: "Sail against the water!"

But unlike before, he did not put it around his body, but jumped into the field as a whole.

The ice arrow shot into the vortex, and after the weakening of this secret technique, it was swallowed by Xiao Qiang!

But at the next moment, the small space where Meng Qing was located suddenly made a tingling sound, like the sound of ice cubes disintegrating!

"It seems that this opponent is a little interesting, he actually wants to freeze my field, the starting point is good, and he may be hit by someone else, but unfortunately he met me." Meng Qing shook his head slightly, took out a charm, and gently crushed it.

The next moment, his body appeared somewhere in the ring, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, the field that had been covered with ice disintegrated, and the shattered ice slag bombarded everywhere like a blade!

Meng Qing locked a position, stepped forward and punched out, ripples surged, and a stumbling figure walked out from the void, it was Hua Yuyi.

"The idea is good, but it's a pity that the move is almost meaningful." Meng Qing said lightly.

"Really?" The corners of Hua Yuyi's mouth rose, and her body suddenly became disillusioned.

Fake? Doppelganger?

The next moment, a sharp light and shadow that seemed to be able to cut through 10,000 catties of boulder slammed in.

Meng Qing was swept away, frost was everywhere, and each one rolled up a terrifying killing aura like before, killing towards Meng Qing's foothold.

The cold mist rolled up, blurring everyone's vision.

Hua Yu smiled darkly, but before the corners of his mouth rose solidified, the cold fog and chaotic ice and snow in front of him fell silent.

"I have to say, your moves are very interesting, Cold Ice Aoyi and Doppelganger Aoyi, both are proficient, a little better than your brother, but... Just a little, too! The

last words sounded in Hua Yuya's ears, and the feeling made his scalp tingle.

A strong force swept his body and took him off the stage.

Second win!

Immediately after, another challenger came on the field.

Meng Qing knew this person, from the Chen family!

In this regard, he did not relent, but he did not fully show his strength, and it took ten moves for each other to blast him off the field!