Myriad Worlds Poison Sovereign

Seeing him like this, the two daughters of Bei Zhuxin and Ding Yi hid their mouths and laughed again.

To tell the truth, when he didn't kill, Young Master Xiao really looked like a young master.

Pei Gang and others breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on their faces.

Pei Gang folded his hands and smiled: "My son, the old man really admires you now. The cultivation base of the old man in black robes should also be the 9th level of the Tianyuan realm, and he is also a notorious member of the Demon Dao, so he was said to quit. Now, this matter will spread out, and it will be a big myth in the son."

Ouyang Wu Du squinted his eyes and said, "The old man's cultivation base should be the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Origin Realm."

"Sure enough." Pei Gang's eyes trembled slightly, "but Brother Ouyang is also amazing, and with the five-fold cultivation base of the Tianyuan realm, he shook the old man with a punch."

The corner of Ouyang Wudu's lips lifted, and he said lightly: "Cultivation is not the full strength. This can be seen from our son."

Xiao Yi smiled and said: "If I hadn't come up with enough strength to shock them first, how could it be so easy to retreat them? But what I said was true and it was right in the hearts of the people in Ten Thousand Demon Caverns, so we The two sides did not fight."

"Then... Then if there really is a fight, can we win?" Pei Gang asked unconfidently.

After all, the black-robed old man is the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, and the four breaths behind him are not weak, at least all of them are at the level of the fifth level and above.

Xiao Yi grinned: "If we can win, we only know if we have played. Okay, let's continue on our way! I heard that there is a grand event in Zhongzhou in the last few days. We don't know if we can catch up!"

Ding Yi smiled and said, "The son is talking about the Big Competition of Seven Races, right?"

Xiao Yi returned to the Shenxingzhou and said with a smile: "Yes. When we arrive in Zhongzhou, let's meet the young talents in Zhongzhou first and say hello to them. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that Xiao Yi is too impolite?"

Everyone was stunned. As soon as Xiao Yi arrived in Zhongzhou, he was about to attack the seven families?

greet? When did Xiao Yi be so polite to people, even in the face of super powers such as Ten Thousand Demon Caverns, he was always carrying the sword and arranging his pockets...

Ding Yi's eyes flickered, knowing that Xiao Yi hadn't let go of the previous grievances.

She is really grateful for the decision she made.

Otherwise, when Xiao Yi entered Zhongzhou, it was not just the seven big families that would suffer, but also their dragon gang...

Ding Yi calculated it and said with a smile: "The son wants to catch up with the Seven Races Competition, I am afraid it will be too late. Because today is the second day of their Seven Races Competition. The Seven Races Competition has a total of seven days, except today. There are only five days left. We will have at least eight or nine days from here to Zhongzhou."

Ding Yi knew the exact time of the Seven Races, and Xiao Yi was not surprised.

Such grand events with symbolic significance are generally held at a fixed time.

For example, once every five years, it is set at a fixed time. In this way, it can remind those family children to cultivate diligently every day, so as to stand out above the big competition and shine.

Xiao Yi squinted slightly, then smiled and said, "It's in time. Miss Ding, you also sit on the Shenxingzhou. The three of us will go to Zhongzhou first, and Senior Ouyang will follow them later."

Ding Yi's face was ashamed. Shenxingzhou was in such a big position. If she went up, the three of them would have to be next to each other...

Although she had agreed to Xiao Yi, so far, the two had never been close to the skin... If she was crowded on Xiao Yi in public, she would inevitably be a little shy.

Xiao Yi grinned, picked up Bei Zhuxin and sat on his lap, and urged Ding Yi: "Don't froze, come up soon, I'm in a hurry to watch the excitement!"

Ding Yi saw that the original position of Bei Zhu's heart was vacated, and then he jumped into the Shenxing Boat from the back of his Yuan Beast Mountain Sculpture.

Putting away the mountain eagle, Ding Yi blushed and sat down short.

Although Bei Zhuxin was a little bit ashamed, only in this way could Ding Yi be accommodated.

"Senior Ouyang, hurry up as soon as possible. Try not to delay the journey." Xiao Yi smiled at Ouyang Wudu.

Ouyang Wudu grinned and said: "Don't worry, son, we will be there in a few days."

"Okay!" Xiao Yi squinted and squinted away while driving the Shenxingzhou.

Originally, Shenxingzhou slowed down in order to take care of everyone, but now the speed is fully opened, soaring like a meteor...

Four days later, on the top of Shipan Mountain outside of Zhongzhou City, the Seven Races Great Bi had already reached a state of in full swing.

Shipan Mountain has a wide mountain top with no peaks and ridges. There is no plant growing on the mountain top. The whole is a huge round stone body.

Looking down, it is like a huge stone plate, crushing the entire hill to flatten it.

Someone once tried to break the boulder, but was stopped by that term of the Zhongzhou governor. He said: "The rocky mountain top is a ghostly creation under the power of nature. It cannot be moved lightly! But it is born with a stone, it should be useful Don’t let it sit idle. The world is thriving and Zhongzhou is also prospering. Shipanshan can be used as a place for martial arts!

Since then, Shipanshan has become a place where all forces will compete.

The grand event of the Great Seven Races is naturally also carried out here.

At this moment, on the Shipan Mountain, a young son was sitting lazily on the back of his chair, looking listless and wanting to sleep.

On both sides of his seat are the patriarchs of the seven clans.

The children of the remaining seven races are divided into seven small squares around the stone plate.

In the center of the stone pan, there are two children of the Seven Races, fighting fiercely.

"I said, patriarchs, when are the two of them going to fight? The show is also showing, it's time for them to make a ruthless hand, right?" The lazy young man rolled his eyes, no Angrily said.

The seven patriarchs' cheeks twitched, isn't this just a cup of tea? Has it been a long time?

Playing for a long time shows that they are powerful and equal in strength. How can there be a competition that urges people to decide the winner as soon as possible?

"Ah, my dear son, our Seven Races Grand Tournament has always been the first in friendship and second in competition. If you are ruthless, you will lose the spirit of Dabi." A round-faced fat middle-aged smiled embarrassedly.

One of the participants in this competition is his son.

As soon as the fat middle-aged had finished speaking, a figure was knocked into the air by a heavy palm, and rolled into a ball on the rocky ground. After stopping the rolling, he spit out blood and fell into a coma...

The fat middle-aged Zhao Fenglei's face twitched fiercely.

Isn't the man who was blown away by the palm of his hand his son!

The lazy young man suddenly became energetic, hehe smiled and said: "This is interesting. Patriarch Zhao, does your face hurt?"

The corner of Zhao Fenglei's mouth twitched, and he whispered: "My face doesn't hurt, but the Luo family's heart is so cruel that they hurt my son with broken pulse palms! If my son's meridians are seriously damaged, this I will never rest on business!"

Luo Zhen’s Patriarch Luo Zhen smiled faintly: "Brother Zhao, don’t worry, my son’s broken pulse palm has learned 80% of the heat, and the palm strength can be easily retracted. The palm of his hand will only make Zhao Jian unable to fight again. Damage his meridians."

"Humph, it's best to be like this." Zhao Fenglei grunted uncomfortably.