Invincibility starts from strengthening everything

Zhuang Yan obviously felt that Su Wei's words were a little naive, but he couldn't bear to say anything more, so he just sighed slightly.

How did Zhuang Yan know what Su Wei was thinking? After completing this mission, whether he did it or not, Chang Wuque was bound to make a move on him, but now that he made a move, he still received some interest.

In fact, when killing Chang Yue, Su Wei also considered a little bit, that is, because of this incident, when the mission is successful, the cultivators will instead focus on Chang Wuque's attitude towards him, and it may be because of this incident that Chang Wuque may be shocked. Restricted, it is inconvenient to do things too quickly to yourself.

The people on the Asgard Spaceship still don't know, the fate of their ship is already in the hands of the mature species that they hate deeply.

Three days later, a cloud of white mist appeared above the heads of all the cultivators, and immediately after, a ladder of heaven fell from the cloud.

Accompanied by Chang Wuque's voice.

"Everyone, climb the ladder!"

Apparently, this cloud and mist is the entrance to the alien arena.

It had been arranged in advance, Zhuang Yan and other three body monks were accompanied, and a group of God Cabin Lianxu stepped onto the ladder one after another.

Su Wei passed through the clouds and mists without noticing the slightest sense of stagnation in space. He was amazed in his heart that the alien race's space skills were hundreds of times better than that of the human race.

Behind the cloud is not the interior of the alien spaceship, but a cosmic space shrouded in a huge spherical film. Here, you can clearly see the details of the huge alien spaceship in all directions.

Chang Wuque stood near the cloud cluster, personally receiving and guiding them. Hundreds of alien races were floating around the spherical space.

Without exception, their appearances are almost the same as those of the human race, except that there are some imperceptible alien features, such as the horns of the horn race, some cyan scales on the necks of some alien races, or a pair of fleshy wings on the back.

In the very center, there is a slightly smaller space enclosed by a film, which is obviously used as a ring for this challenge.

No one came out anymore, and Chang Wuque's expression changed imperceptibly.

The black-faced man hastily sent a voice transmission to inform him of the situation.

Chang Wuque's cheeks twitched slightly, and he glanced at Su Wei.

Su Wei's back was chilled, and this kind of fierce killing intent from a Mahayana monk almost made Su Wei unbearable.

Fortunately, just for a moment, Chang Wuque looked away.

"You idiot, my valued disciple, how dare you challenge him at will!"

Hearing this, the black-faced man and the others had delicate expressions on their faces. They could tell that Chang Wuque was actually trying to appease Su Wei and let Su Wei do his mission with peace of mind. He would not pursue this matter.

This matter will not be discussed until now, talking too much, making the foreigners laugh, Chang Wuque led a group of monks to the arena, and looked at the other cultivators with their hands behind their backs.

"My human disciples have arrived, there is no need to delay, let's start!"

What Chang Wuque used was the interstellar lingua franca. The cultivators who participated in the competition had also learned some of this language during this period of time. The communication may not be smooth, but they can already understand it.

"Hehehe, come on, let me see where you monkeys have the confidence to think that you can still struggle?"

A man with fleshy wings who looked very young, but whose aura was a bit deeper than Chang Wuque's, said with a smile.

This remark caused the other aliens to chuckle.

Obviously, no one took the human race seriously.

The human race may have been awesome before, but now, they are just ants lingering in the universe. Apart from being regarded as playthings and showing off, there is nothing worthy of attention.

According to the ranking order of the previous competition, a petite female cultivator in bunt outfit was the first to enter the ball ring.

On the side of the alien race, a monk was randomly assigned as usual, and there was a commotion on the side of the human race.

Because the other party actually sent a cultivator who transformed himself into a god!

This monk has pointed ears, white hair, and a face that resembles a fox.

This is a monk from the Fudou clan.

"Hmph! This is too contemptuous! Guan Feng'er, let them see how powerful you are!"

"Do you really think that my human race is an ant! Huashen is against us in the late stage of Void Refining, ha ha!"

The petite female cultivator is Guan Long's twin sister, probably because Guan Long has absorbed all the nutrients in her mother's womb, the two siblings have huge differences in body size, and they really don't want to have a biological one.

The number of paths the siblings took is also very interesting. The tall and tall Guan Long is the best at spells and talismans, while the petite sister...

Looking at the two big hammers that slowly emerged in her hand at this time, she knew what the way was, a proper body refiner.

Sister Iron Hammer took Feng'er's turn and rushed up.

Seeing this, the Huashen of the Huo Dou clan smiled strangely, and remained motionless, being hit squarely by the hammer.

So simple?

The cultivators of the human race didn't believe it, and the alien race was not a fool. Even if they were arrogant, it was impossible to send only one person with only this ability.

Sure enough, the next moment, Guan Feng'er flew out, as if the previous hammer had hit her.

"What kind of method is this!"

The cultivators of the human race were horrified when they saw the Huo Dou cultivator intact under the hammer.

Chang Wuque's face was gloomy, and he said, "Huo Dou is an ancient race that fought with our human race in ancient times. It has inherited a very strange and powerful witchcraft from ancient times! This is the most evil branch of witchcraft, the wild art!"

"How can there be such a technique? In this way, isn't the opponent invincible?"

"No, most witchcraft requires tedious preparations in advance. In actual combat, one or two uses of this kind of cultivation is already the limit."

As soon as the words fell, I heard the Huashen monk of the Fudou clan say: "The cultivation skills of the human monks are world-class, I admit defeat, hahaha..."

After speaking, he flew out of the arena.

The cultivators of the human race were so angry that their teeth were almost gritted. This was obviously a deliberate use of witchcraft to tease Guan Fenger. After using the witchcraft, they immediately surrendered.

But in fact, it was the winner who was hammered, and the loser took advantage.

Although he hates it, there is nothing he can do about it. If it is a fair occasion, and in this situation, he must not just let it go. However, the human race cannot bargain over this matter at all.

Guan Feng'er swallowed the blood in her mouth, raised the hammer in her hand, and shouted: "Okay! I won, foreign bastards, come again!"

The human cultivators clenched their fists tightly, and the unwillingness and anger on their faces disappeared one after another.

"Come on, foreign bastards! I'm not looking forward to winning today, but I want to fight you! Hehe, you'd better keep crushing us, otherwise, you can take one away. I will come this time!" Not bad!"

Guan Long's voice played its biggest role at this time.

The foreign race originally used the witchcraft of the cultivator to humiliate and tease the human race on purpose, but unexpectedly aroused the blood of the monks of the human race. Instead of being hit, the fighting spirit became even higher.

Guan Long's loud words also angered some of the aliens. Among the aliens with fleshy wings, a monk with a coquettish appearance but obviously male sneered and suddenly appeared in the arena.

"The ants of the human race dare to speak nonsense!"

As soon as the words fell, Guan Feng'er had already let go of the sledgehammer, floating quietly beside her.

Guan Fenger died.