God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Since Ning Aoxue and Ye Que were the first to draw lots, they started the battle.

Ascend to the battle field built around the Holy King Monument.

Ye Que was in the east, and Ning Aoxue was in the west.

Everyone has expectations.

"This bastard probably wants to play tricks!"

"I followed him just to watch his show!"

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case, he probably won't be able to show off, but he is a disciple of the Rashomon lineage!"

Many people don't know Ye Que's true strength, and think that the disciples who inherit him will be stronger.

But the high-rises of Rashomon, Qishen Temple and Yuanmo Tiangong are Menliqing.

They knew that Ye Que was very strong.

No, a group of elders were sitting on the seats, not even watching the game in a daze.

Either doze off with your hands on your face, or chat and fart with the people next to you, occasionally make a strange laugh, or just look up at the blue sky in a daze.

Everyone is not interested in this game.

And the inheritance disciples whispered, saying that Xue Ao would definitely hire actors, and the price would not be cheap.

Yan Junzi was kept in the dark, with his hands behind his back, watching the game playfully.

"You'd better be sensible and admit defeat by yourself, otherwise if you enter Rashomon, I will make you unable to get along! Even Ye Tiandian, you can't make it through!"

His voice was not too loud, but it just happened to be heard by Jin Duande and his group.

That counts as a threat.

Jin Duande frowned and said: "This grandson makes me very unhappy."

"It just so happens that Brother Ye Que's plan is to lose."

Qi Wangshu snorted coldly.

They made a thorough plan from the beginning.

"No problem, the ending will change later!"

Bai Yechen looked at Yan Junzi and smiled faintly.

This smile is like the smiling Hades.

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field.

Ning Aoxue looked at Ye Que and smiled faintly, hiding her tenderness.

She took a step forward, and the light of daylight lit up on her body, and her eyes were also filled with silver.

"Brother Ye Que, I will go all out for this battle, you don't have to keep your strength!"

A round of lukewarm white light spread, but it affected the world.

"The physique between the king body and the first generation body, the shining body!"

"This kind of physique is not at the upper level, but it has special abilities. It moves very fast. Once it is completed, the speed can surpass the first-generation body of the same realm!"

"As expected of Rashomon, any disciple of the inheritance has great means!"

"Xiu'er is going to be unlucky!"

"Hahaha, it's rare to see him deflated!"

The spectators outside exclaimed and laughed again.

On the other hand, Ye Que, with his hands behind his back, stood still, staring at the white light on Ning Aoxue's body, and said with a faint smile, "I've never seen you perform it before, it seems that you are hiding it deep enough!"

"Concession!"

Ning Aoxue took a step, moving slowly, like a snail, walking towards Ye Que step by step.

But after he left, countless afterimages were left behind.

This seemingly slow but fast vision opened everyone's eyes.

However, just as everyone's attention was on the countless afterimages, the roar of battle had spread.

The whole world is under the coercion of the Holy Spirit.

At this time, everyone reacted.

This inheritance disciple had already started a fight with Ye Que.

They turned their heads and saw Ye Quekou vomit blood and was shot down to the ground.

At that moment, the spectators burst into laughter, as if they had expected this scene long ago.

And the inheritance disciples also looked at it with a smile that you understand.

This Xue Ao is still the iceberg beauty of Rashomon, who unexpectedly invited an actor.

As for Yan Junzi, he sneered and said, "Sensible!"

Turning his head, he glanced at Jin Duande, Qi Wangshu and others, playing with taste: "I hope you can be as sensible as him!"

However, everyone ignored him, making his face darken, his eyes glanced back and forth, and finally fell on Di Xiwei, Huang Youyao and Die Tinghan.

Finally, he gave a playful smile and closed his eyes.

On the seats, a group of high-level executives who were chatting, farting, and dozed in a daze were suddenly taken aback, and all of them looked at Ye Que with strange eyes.

What's going on?

You are a fucking existence in the realm of life and death, and you are also a kind of body training.

How could he be defeated by a saint at the sixth level?

Rashomon Gate Master's face darkened.

Relying on his understanding of Ye Que, he thought to himself, what kind of tricks is this shriveled brat holding back.

That's not okay!

This shit has reached the last game, I can't let you mess around!

"Ahem, sect master, this Ye Que is probably going to be manipulated by Xiu, so we can't let him mess around!"

"Yeah, although we are very happy that he entered Rashomon, but in the last game, we have to let him be serious."

The principals of Qishen Temple and Yuanmo Tiangong looked at the sect master with dark faces.

The door master was so angry that he slapped the table, stared at Ye Que, and said via voice transmission: "You're still vomiting blood, how much do you want to vomit?"

Ye Que barely stood up, looked at the door master with a pale face, and said via voice transmission: "I didn't act..."

Suddenly, a strange pattern of black and white magic spells appeared on his face. Fortunately, it disappeared in a flash, but it was still seen by many people.

The door master's face changed drastically, and he sent a voice transmission: "Your spell is still unsolved?"

"It's just suppressed with a special secret technique!"

Ye Que sent a voice transmission with a wry smile.

"You don't want to participate in the competition for the time being! The matter of the divine curse is more important!"

The door master looked serious.

Ye Que shook his head and transmitted the sound transmission: "It's okay, it just happened to happen for a while, the battle has no effect on the magic spell, and it will be fine later! This time, I need to enter the Rashomon through the competition!"

After finishing the transmission, he turned his back resolutely, continued to face Ning Aoxue, and sighed: "I still have a resurrection match, this time, I lost!"

Ning Aoxue wanted to ask, but Ye Que didn't give it a chance and walked out of the competition field directly.

This scene made the sect master silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "I thought that you had escaped a catastrophe, but I didn't expect that you are still suppressing it! It's really hard for you!"

The other principals and elders also saw the runes on Ye Que's face, and then listened to the words of the sect master.

All of a sudden they suddenly realized.

It turned out that Ye Que was not cheating, but was affected by a divine spell.

"Then let him go and join Rashomon secretly!"

The master of the Temple of Equipment said in a low voice.

"Indeed, guarding the gate of the ghost world requires an immortal formation master like Ye Que!"

The Palace Master of Yuan Mo Tiangong also said.

The sect master shook his head and said: "Ye Que seems to be unscrupulous, but he is actually a little guy who refuses to admit defeat. He wants to win the game openly and enter the Rashomon. There is nothing to stop him!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's complexion changed slightly, and the figure looking at Ye Que changed.

"Nice lad!"

"It's a pity that I entered the Rashomon, otherwise I would also want the Temple of Artifacts!"

"This spirit is worthy of admiration!"

Everyone is secretly admiring.

Even the referee secretly encouraged Ye Que when he saw Ye Que step down from the stage.

"In the first match, Xue Ao won and advanced to the next round of lottery. Ye Que lost, and waited for the first round of resurgence!"

"Now, the second match begins. Yan Junzi, who is ranked fourth in Rashomon's legacy, will face off against Kim Duande!"

As soon as the referee's voice spread, everyone's attention began to fall on Yan Junzi and Jin Duande.