Chapter 361 (1/2)

On the high platform, there is a strong man whom Po knows. It is Qingmu zongmuran, the master of Qin Yu.

Muran was dressed in a light green Taoist robe, with white hair and a middle-aged appearance. In fact, he was calm. There was a burst of strength between his hands and feet.

”Welcome all the major forces from all over the world to participate in the competition for the number of places in the Zhengmo battlefield. I don't need to say more about the Zhengmo battlefield. In order to fight the devil, many strong people died in the Zhengmo battlefield. There are many crises, but there are also some big opportunities. Everyone, the competition for these four places will begin next. I will be the referee of the competition. I can't be right in the competition The opponent is a killer. Once he finds out, he will be disqualified from the competition. ”

After a pause, he went on: ”The competition specification is conducted in the way of scuffle. If you admit defeat automatically or are beaten down on the high platform, you will lose until there are only eight people left on the high platform. These eight people, we will take the way of freely looking for opponents. The winning party will be able to obtain the qualification to enter the main devil battlefield. Well, I won't say more. You can join hands or work alone in the scuffle.”

Twenty eight people went up to the high platform. Po and Ma Chun stood together. In the direction of Pan Zong, a middle-aged man in his early thirties came out. He was solid and strong. He said to Po, ”boy, your strength is very strong. My name is Pan Shi. I want to join hands with you.”

”Hmm? Pan Zong's?” Po looked at the strong man suspiciously. He was two meters tall, his muscles were very solid, his upper body was bare, and his muscles looked like cast iron.

Po nodded and said, ”the muscle is as strong as a rock. It's good.”

When the referee gave the order, the monks on the stage began to use their own magic weapons. The strong man of Pan Zong used a broad sword. The broad sword was not sharp, and the thick breath was emitted from the sword body. Po's face changed. The big sword was a treasure, and it should have a high weight.

Po is right. This rock is also a natural magic weapon. It weighs ten thousand kilograms. Even Yuanshen realm can be split in half under a sword. It can be imagined how powerful the rock at the peak of Yuanshen realm is.

The atmosphere on the stage was very tense. The monks offered magic weapons one after another, but no one dared to start first. Once someone started, it was likely to find all the monks to besiege.

Po looked at the people of the five super forces. His eyes changed. Almost three or two people stood together on the stage. Only the people of the five super forces stood alone in a corner. They were arrogant and didn't need allies.

”Hum.” Zhang Yanwu from the southern fire sect took the lead and reached the peak when he got out of the body. In his hand, he used a treasure level flying sword. His whole body was ablaze with fire. The burning momentum made all the monks present feel hot.

”Weng.” after the buzzing of the flying sword in his hand, I saw that the people of the five super forces moved. They were all very fast. In the blink of an eye, they found the nearest enemy and fought.

Ma Chun held a double hammer and said, ”it's fighting. Where are we going?”

Po glanced at the rock standing beside him and said, ”if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I will kill him quickly.”