C2657 (1/2)
Fang Chen shook his head gently and did not say anything.
From the eyes of the ancient god of scale armor, he felt the cold killing intention.
”Hum.”
Fang Chen snorted coldly and turned to look at other places.
Dong Dong Dong Dong!
The drums of war are ringing in the sky.
The void trembles and the strong breath spreads.
Wu Yu, one of the three giants, presided over by Wu Yu, a man in black. He came out of thin air and landed in the center of the rostrum.
All of a sudden, many high-level stars on the rostrum rose one after another, and their faces changed greatly.
”See the Lord of mieshen island.”
On the square, countless warriors exclaimed, and the sound of uproar sounded.
They glared at the man in black.
”Is he one of the big three?”
Fang Chen's mouth is also murmuring.
He looked up into the void and found nothing.
”Isn't the woman in white one of the three giants?”
A little curious.
At this time, Wu Yu raised his hand, gently waved it, and then said, ”talent competition, officially started.”
Boom!
On the square, thunderous applause broke out, and countless warriors were shouting for it.
The reward for this talent race has been said.
If you are in the top ten, you can get a piece of colorful immortal gold, and if you are in the top three, you can choose one of the most powerful magic arts.
If we can win ”happiness, this is the most arrogant style of our ancient holy camp.”
Fu Huan's words won applause.
Countless warriors have been shouting for it.
The seven little Heavenly King's face changed slightly and turned to look at Fu Huan.
”Do you know what you're talking about?” The king of heaven light way, but listen to its words, can feel a trace of displeasure.
”Of course.” Fu Huan shrugged his shoulders.
”Well, the ancient saints' camp has always been such a virtue. It's ridiculous that they can only show their eloquence.” The king shook his head and said, ”I hope you don't touch me in the contest, or I will teach you how to be a man.”
”Arrogance, ignorance.”
The body shape of shadow line flickers, if the shadow appears, eyes are full of sarcasm.
The Tianjiao strongmen of the two camps have been fighting each other before the battle has officially begun.
Many of the ancient gods who came to visit the battle were extremely excited.
”This time, the talent competition, can be regarded as the strongest in all the years?”
”So what, the ancient Saint camp is destined to be just green leaves, I am the seven little king of chaos, invincible.”
”When this talent battle is over, there will be no so-called four Tianjiao, because they have already died in the hands of our chaotic heize Tianjiao.”
Many powerful people of heize's chaos are clamoring one after another.
They are arrogant and domineering. Subconsciously, they regard mieshen island as the chaotic back garden of heize.
In this regard, the senior level of GUSHENG chaos ignored directly.
”Fight in pairs.”
After Wu Yu said a word, he directly sat on the rostrum and closed his eyes.
It seemed that the coming battle could not arouse his interest at all.
Whoa!
The ancient Saint camp, a warrior in the middle of the empty ancient realm, leaped up to the arena in the middle of the square.
On the other side, there is also a foreign race in the heize camp who has boarded the stage.
Each person has already arranged the opponent according to the registration number.
It is not so much a contest of genius as a contest between the younger generations of the two camps.
”The garbage of the ancient Saint camp, let grandfather see how many catties you have.”
Heize, a chaotic alien, murmured, his body turned into a ferocious monster, and immediately rushed to Tianjiao, the ancient Saint camp.
”Looking for death.”
In his palm, a sword suddenly appeared.
Whew!
A bright sword light burst out from its long sword.