strictlysupreme Chapter 411 A Big Oolong
Chapter 411 A Big Oolong
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.
High-grade spirit weapons may not be considered as much for the older generation, but they are also a rare resource for the younger generation.
Especially under the current situation, Holy Master Liuyun has a decree that the older generation is not allowed to interfere in the disputes of the younger generation, so one more high-grade spirit treasure is more sure.
What's more, no matter how urgent it is to enter the Supreme historic site, one more method will also provide more protection.
"Young City Lord is really generous..."
Many people expressed their admiration.
But still no one wants to gamble for luck.
It is certainly a good thing to be able to obtain a high-grade spiritual weapon, but if you accidentally offend an existence that cannot be offended, the loss outweighs the gain...
"Brother Zi, what do you think?" Hua Yangxu condensed his voice into a line, which was transmitted to the ears of Zihao sitting next to him.
"How can I look at it, anyway, this guy has no good intentions," Zi Hao didn't even want to respond directly, "I bought a top-grade Lingbao for no reason, and the ghost knows what's so tricky about the Xuanyu Terrace."
Zi Hao is not interested in those high-grade spiritual weapons at all. With the strength behind them, there are almost as many high-grade spiritual weapons as there are.
He is a little worried about Sun Xiaokong now.
Based on his understanding of the latter, he was a person who would beat him to death as long as he could not be beaten. How could he bow his head to others so easily.
When they first met, they fought for three days and three nights.
In the end, they turned hostility into jade silk, and they didn't know each other without fighting.
And what did the gesture and wink mean just now...
Could it be that he wants to capture him together at the right time?
Then why don't you try the depth of the other party first...
After a moment of hesitation, Zi Hao stood up.
"Brother Ping, in fact, I really like the competition between my peers. I will use the Xuanyu Terrace of your mansion to invite the strong from all sides to fight. Brother Ping won't mind."
"Of course not, brother Dao, please go ahead."
Of course Ping Qiubai wouldn't mind,
And what he was waiting for was a warlike person like Zihao.
If there is no introduction, it is estimated that even if there is a high-grade spiritual weapon as a reward, no one will come forward.
I saw Zihao walk into the arena, his gaze slowly scanned around, and finally he settled on Huo San.
"This Taoist brother, can you fight!"
The audience was instantly quiet.
Good guy, just pick the strongest one.
I didn't see the last good show, is this another one?
Ping Qiubai almost laughed outright, looking at Huo San gloatingly.
"This fellow daoist, I don't know if I can reward you with a battle."
Sun Xiaokong was dumbfounded.
Zihao is crazy, how could he find his Master.
Didn't you just gesture to tell him that this is your Master, don't call his attention.
Huo San also couldn't believe his own ears.
So he raised his head and asked tentatively.
"Are you talking to me?"
Zihao laughed loudly, and was about to admit it, but Sun Xiaokong, who jumped up suddenly, covered his mouth.
"He didn't, that's not what he meant..."
Then he winked at Zihao again.
The latter pondered for a moment and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he understood something.
"You understand?" Sun Xiaokong asked.
Zihao nodded heavily.
"You really understand this time?" Sun Xiaokong reconfirmed.
Zihao couldn't hold back any longer, he just tore off the hand covering his mouth.
"Xiao Kong, don't you mean that the two of us will go up together?"
"Although this is somewhat inconsistent with my usual style of doing things, since you have repeatedly asked, I have no choice but to agree."
"what?"
Sun Xiaokong only felt that his head was buzzing, and he sat down on the ground.
But Zi Hao made another knife at this time, and said to Huo San: "How about it, we two brothers are going up together, do you dare to take it!"
Huo San glanced at Sun Xiaokong who was lying on the ground with a strange expression.
"Xiaokong, do you mean that?"
Sun Xiaokong lost his mind.
"I said no, can you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Huo San chuckled and shook his head.
Then he brought Zihao and Sun Xiaokong into the Xuanyu Terrace suspended in the air.
At the same time, everyone's eyes were focused on the Xuanyu platform.
Because as long as the Spirit Power is used to activate it, the battles will be reflected in the projections fed back from the Xuanyu Terrace.
Ping Qiubai chuckled lightly.
"Since everyone is so interested in this game, Ping will naturally try his best to present every detail of the battle."
With a wave of his sleeve, a stream of pure Spirit Power shot into it.
But it was still hazy on the Xuanyu platform, and there was no image at all.
Ping Qiubai frowned, and fired another Spirit Power.
But still no response.
"Young City Master, is it because the grade of the Xuanyu Terrace is too high for one person to push it..." Someone asked.
"Oh, that actually is not, this Xuanyu Taiping can naturally be activated."
Ping Qiubai replied with a light smile.
But in his heart, he secretly remembered the cultivator who asked the question just now.
This person actually questioned him in front of many people, the late stage must find a chance to solve it.
In order to keep his own face, Ping Qiubai could only grit his teeth and hit the third Spirit Power.
And this time he almost emptied all the Spiritual Qi in his body.
Finally, Xuanyutai reacted, and began to tremble violently, shining with dazzling brilliance.
Just when everyone present was looking forward to enjoying a hearty peer battle, the Xuanyu Terrace exploded.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it exploded into a sky full of debris and powder scattered in the air.
Ping Qiubai was also hit by the backlash and was thrown to the ground all at once, his whole body twitching uncontrollably.
The three Daoist figures then flashed out of thin air.
One person carried his hands behind his back, slowly falling down, with a calm and indifferent look.
The other two fell to the ground with a plop, wailing loudly and crying endlessly.
"Brother grandson!"
"Brother Zi!"
"Are you all right?"
Hua Yangxu flew out in a hurry and helped the two of them up.
But as soon as he got up, he was taken aback.
Because what Sun Xiaokong and Zihao are carrying on their shoulders is exactly two pig heads that are wider than their shoulders.
"How do you feel!"
But the two of them just couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Brother Sun, I can't hear what you said..."
"Brother Zi, you said you asked for this? Let me not take it to heart?"
"How can I stand idly by when you are injured like this, I will give you an explanation!"
Hua Yangxu's whole body was shocked suddenly, and nine light wheels flashed behind him at the same time.
"This is... the Annihilation Light Wheel of the Shenguang Dynasty!"
"He is from the Shenguang Dynasty! Withdraw quickly!"
"If you do this, I'm afraid everyone present will be affected..."
All the so-called strong men of the younger generation who were present at the scene no longer cared about face, and scattered like birds and beasts.
However, when they all withdrew from Wangjiang Tower, they found that the fierce battle they had imagined did not appear, only a dull sound of beating came from that courtyard...