Chapter: 1677

Ning Qi nodded in relief.

Nu Tao glanced at Niu Dazhuang with a livid face, and then looked at Ning Qi. A look of horror flashed in the depths of his eyes. Ning Qi was already amazing enough. The disciple he accepted now is probably even more amazing than Ning Qi. The emperor, the peak fighting emperor who defeated the ninth level of life and death?

Although Fang Tiandao's aptitude and combat effectiveness are poor, the opponent's cultivation base is real! Nu Tao has lived for so many years, but he has never seen a case where he can fight through so many levels.

"Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Ning's disciple is already far ahead of me."

Zong Yin and the others looked at Niu Dazhuang with complicated eyes.

"So strong! Is this the ultimate sect!"

Qin Yao and the others looked at each other with horror on their faces. This time they came out with the suzerain to see the world, and they saw a side of Dongxuan land that they had never known. Before this, they did not believe that someone could Fight over so many levels!

"Is this kid weird?"

The smile on Huang Haitao's face had disappeared, and he glanced at Niu Dazhuang thoughtfully.

At the royal stand, Fu Hu narrowed his eyes, "Have you seen this person before?"

A group of second-rank silver-clothed elders shook their heads: "I've never seen it before."

"So, he should be the secret weapon Yun Qizong has been hiding all along."

Fu Hu smiled lightly.

At the black prison gate, Yang Ben first looked at Ning Qi, then at Niu Dazhuang, and said to Ye Mingyu next to him: "After the incident, go and contact that guy in private, such a talent should be recruited to the black prison gate to work for the emperor That's right."

"Yes, the chief arrester."

Ye Ming Prison nodded.

"In the first match of the first round, Yunqi Zong won."

Zhou Tianxing said loudly, and at the same time, cast a slightly interested look at Niu Dazhuang.

"There are still two games left, and I, Mingjing Sect, still have a chance!"

Jiang Feiliu's palms were sweating, and he thought anxiously that this time he brought Fang Tiandao to participate in the qualifying competition. He had already boasted a lot in the sect. At least, he would never be the bottom one. Tiandao had already lost in the first competition of the first round.

"Next, come on, Feng Zilu."

Deng Tong smiled.

"yes!"

Feng Zilu nodded and jumped into the arena.

The people sent by the Mingjing sect are also the peak fighting emperors in the seventh level of life and death. They only spent a cup of tea to decide the winner.

"In the second round of the first round, Yun Qizong won, two out of three rounds, Yun Qizong advanced."

Zhou Tianxing said loudly.

Jiang Feiliu stood there dumbstruck, and after a while, he turned around and left with the disciples of the Mingjing Sect, and he had no face to stay here anymore.

Many people watched Jiang Feiliu and the others leave with pity.

After Yunqizong defeated Mingjingzong, he was already firmly seated at the 35th place, and he was only one step away from making a bet with Huang Haitao at the 34th place.