The Dragon from Hell

Compared with the complacent Dugu Ao, the Xuanling Sect, including several major sects of the Xuanling Sect faction, are now somewhat gloomy.

In addition to the fact that no one has won the bet so far, the more important thing is the battle between Huangqi Si and Zhongli yesterday.

I thought Gusu He would not come today, but he arrived before the competition started, but his attitude was far less chic than the previous few days, and even his expression was much more sinister.

The general leaders of small sects dared not provoke him when they saw this scene. Even though Huangqi Si lost a bit tragically yesterday, no one dared to discuss it. After all, who would want to go against the Xuanling Sect?

But the immortal sect is so big, and no one discusses it now, but it does not mean that there will be no discussion in the future.

Everyone knows that the Xuanling Sect has such a big treasure as Huangqi Si, which can be said to have fed the best resources into his mouth.

Losing to other Tianjiao is fine, after all, they are all the big treasures of their own sect, who is not the pride of heaven?

But he just lost to a young disciple of the Beast Tamer Sect. Everyone present knew how many resources the Beast Tamer Sect could give to Zhongli. If Zhongli had been treated the same as any inner sect disciple of a large sect, the situation yesterday would have changed.

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing, but Gusu He knew what they were thinking, and his face became even gloomier.

Only Gusu He patted his shoulder loudly: "I say, Gusu Sect Master, why are you so gloomy?"

"It's just a loss in the competition. Huang Qisi lost, but Zhongli didn't get any favors, did he?"

"I say you, you're still the same after hundreds of years. You look carefree, but in fact you're more thoughtful than anyone else, not even as good as your younger child. No wonder the Gusu family didn't let you take over."

Dugu Ao was carefree, but these words were merciless and hit Gusu He's lungs.

Although I have long been accustomed to his shocking words, now that Huangqi Siren is still lying down, even if he drinks a lot of spiritual medicine, he will need to recuperate for a year or two before he can recover. How can Gusu He be happy?

"Haha," he sneered: "Dugu Ao, don't be too happy too early. My apprentice lost, but fortunately Zhongli is also a member of the immortal sect, and mixed spiritual bones are also spiritual bones, which are not incapable of cultivation. But if your son loses to a mortal bone who doesn't even have the qualifications to practice, I hope you can still laugh!"

Dugu Ao sneered disdainfully: "You don't have to worry about this. Among the remaining people, my son will never lose to a mortal bone!"

"Haha, wait and see."

The conversation between the two people ended unhappily. After all, no matter how carefree Dugu Ao was, he would not like someone to say that his proud little son would lose to a mortal bone. This is definitely the biggest insult to him.

An Jingfu listened to their quarrel quietly, and glanced at Jiang Yurao out of the corner of his eye.

Whether today or yesterday, this independent female cultivator looked absent-minded.

Although she still maintained a dignified and elegant smile, An Jingfu could see that her eyes were empty and her soul was not here at all.

An Jingfu smiled and murmured in a low voice: "It's really difficult for her..."

Jiang Yurao, a maverick, had to be pressed here to watch the competition for a few days and listen to other people's real or fake social interactions. It was really difficult for her.

Fortunately, the next arena should not disappoint people.

Today, except for Dugu Jiujian and Qin Feng, the other few promising geniuses were not drawn together again, as if they were intentionally kept away from each other so as to eliminate others as much as possible.

However, surprisingly, the civil war finally started today, and the first civil war came from Wuxiang Sect.

Zhong Mengran defeated Sang Cancan yesterday, and today she happened to draw Fengxing.

Just as she drew Sang Cancan yesterday, today's game was also a narrow road for enemies.

An Jingfu withdrew his gaze from Qin Feng's ring, and lightly swept over Zhong Mengran's ring. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair lightly, and there was no telling what kind of emotion in his deep gaze.

In the ring, when the young man holding the Tai'a sword saw that his opponent was Qin Feng, he was obviously very dissatisfied.

He still had a wound on his face, because his opponent was a golden elixir like him, and the wound on his face could not be healed immediately.

However, no matter how poor the sword cultivator was, the Thousand Swords Sect could not really let their own genius not even have the elixir to heal this minor injury. It was just that Dugu Jiujian himself was unwilling.

Although Dugu Jiujian was more than a hundred years old, he had a baby face. Since he practiced and took the elixir, his appearance stopped aging, so this baby face made him look like a 17 or 18-year-old boy, childish.

But Dugu Jiujian was very dissatisfied with this,The sword cultivator he wanted was actually like Dugu Ao, who looked rough and majestic, and could move the nine states with one sword.

Seeing his dissatisfaction, it was like a child who couldn't buy his favorite toy.

"It's really unpleasant!" He complained unhappily: "It was agreed that we could have a good time at the Immortal Gate Conference. After so many days of fighting, only yesterday was enjoyable. Today, a mortal bone came, and it was not even as good as the previous two days. It's really bad!"

It's not hard to hear from his words that he didn't take Qin Feng seriously at all, and he didn't even bother to say anything provocative.

He shook his arm without the sword, without even looking at Qin Feng: "Okay, I won't bully you. Although I am a sword cultivator, I won't use the sword today because you don't have a spirit bone."

"I heard that you were reduced to this state because your spirit bone was taken away by the evil cultivator. Well, I'll give you a clear way out. I, Dugu Jiujian, never like to bully the weak. If you admit defeat, we can save the fight."

He persuaded Qin Feng to admit defeat, not arrogantly provoking, but very sincere.

This young man with a childish face did not want to hurt the mortal bone in front of him, who was actually more than a hundred years younger than him.

Qin Feng smiled. Since the other party showed sincerity, he would not refuse.

It just so happened that he was too lazy to use the sword.

"Let's start."

Seeing that he did not admit defeat, Dugu Jiujian sighed: "Why are you being stubborn?"

The other person he was talking about should be Zhongli yesterday.

Qin Feng was silent, and he didn't talk nonsense.

Although he had not drawn his sword, when he put his right hand together and just flicked his finger sword, he had already set off a strong wind and the sword intent was sharp.

Everyone was excited and talked about how Qin Feng had been lucky twice and finally met a god who could subdue him this time.

They regarded Qin Feng as a demon.

But he was obviously just an ordinary person in their eyes.

They all thought that the ring would not be quick, and Qin Feng did as they thought. After one move, the ring was opened and the two of them were sent out.

But the ending was jaw-dropping...