Chapter 1742 30% of the Force

The Qianshan jungle is vast and inhabited by hundreds of tribes.

I don't know since when, Qianshan Jungle has an unwritten rule that every ten years, a life-and-death battle is held, and the loser will become the slave of the winner.

For this rule, the tribes in the Qianshan jungle both love and hate it. What they love is that they are calm and peaceful for ten years, and they don't have to worry about enemies coming.

Hate is that once you lose, the tribe is gone.

But whether it is love or hate, the rules are there, and no tribe can shake it.

Therefore, for thousands of years, the battle of life and death has always existed, and even the most powerful tribes dare not be absent.

Today is the time for the battle of life and death.

The people and horses of the major tribes gathered in the center of the Qianshan jungle, crowded and lively.

Ling Xian is also among them.

However, his attention was not on the battle of life and death, but on the sun in the sky.

This sun is not a star, but evolved with supernatural powers, but it is no different from the real sun.

"Unbelievable, even the Holy Ancestor, I'm afraid it can't do it."

Ling Xian sighed with emotion, imitating the shape of the sun is not difficult, but with the power of the sun, it is as difficult as going to the sky.

"Saint Ancestor is an invincible existence, what can't you do?" Qing Wanxiu frowned slightly.

"Yeah, is there anything that the Holy Ancestor can't do?"

Ling Xian sighed softly, no longer paying attention to the sun that evolved with supernatural powers.

"It's almost time."

A sturdy man spoke, like Huang Zhong Dalu, shocking people's hearts.

Suddenly, the scene quieted down, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"You all know the rules of life and death battles."

"Now, let's get started."

The sturdy man's tiger eyes were shining, he looked around the audience, and said, "Who will challenge my Fierce Sha tribe?"

heard,

The scene became more and more quiet, and there was no answer for a long time.

The fierce tribe is the well-deserved overlord of the Qianshan jungle, who dares to challenge?

"If you don't speak, no one wants to challenge, or I'm happy to watch the play."

The strong man smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Take action."

Hearing this, the strongest of the major tribes all moved, and they all found their opponents.

An old man with a cold face came to Qingwan and said with a strange smile: "Is there no one in the Wuqing tribe? What's the use of a girl with no hair?"

"I'm enough to deal with you." Qing Wan's pretty face was cold, and her eyes were full of hatred.

"Speak wildly."

The old man smiled disdainfully, he only had the cultivation base of the fourth realm, and he could not see that Qingwan was a monk of the fifth realm.

However, he had seen Qingwan and knew that she was just a monk in the second realm, so he didn't take Qingwan in his eyes at all.

"Whether it's arrogance or fact, you'll know when you try it."

Qing Wan's pretty face was frosty and she said, "Today, I will avenge the patriarch."

"He's so confused. Did you get water in your head at a young age?"

The old man gave Qing Wan a contemptuous look and said, "Just because you are a yellow-haired girl, you also want to avenge him, in the next life."

"Stop talking nonsense, haven't your Green Ghost Tribe always wanted to annex my Wuqing Tribe? Come and fight."

Qing Wan's eyes flashed with cold electricity, seemingly weak, but possessed the power of a strong man.

She is now a fifth-level cultivator, and with the addition of Sanqing Tiangong, she naturally developed the power of a strong man.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

The old man smiled contemptuously, raised his hand and slammed it out, softly and slowly, 30% of his strength was useless.

When he thinks about it, Qing Wan's death is the third cultivator. With 30% of his strength, he can kill a chicken with a bull's knife.

"You underestimate me too much."

Qing Wan smiled, she was now a fifth-level cultivator, even if the old man tried his best, he couldn't shake a single hair on her.

Therefore, she did not resist or dodge, and let the palm fall on her body.

boom!

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the ancient trees were destroyed.

This left the old man stunned, unable to believe what he saw.

"It's my turn."

Qing Wan sneered, and it was also a palm strike, and it also used 30% of the force.

But the difference is that this is 30% of the power of the fifth realm. Even a peak cultivator in the fourth realm is difficult to resist, let alone an old man in the middle stage?

puff!

Blood splattered, the old man was blasted away without any suspense, and the whole person was about to fall apart.

He seemed to have seen a ghost, and his face was horrified except in disbelief.

Everyone present was also shocked. They suddenly looked at Qingwan and all took a breath.

"The Fifth Realm! This is the power of the Fifth Realm!"

"Severely injured the patriarch of the Green Ghost Tribe with a single blow, what a terrifying strength!"

"Is the patriarch of the Green Ghost Tribe blind? How did he provoke the fifth realm powerhouse?"

Everyone was shocked to the extreme, even the sturdy man who no one dared to challenge, his expression became solemn.

"Cough, you... how could you be a fifth-level powerhouse?" The old man couldn't accept it.

"Why is it impossible?"

Seeing that the old man was in a state of embarrassment, Qing Wan only felt extremely happy and hearty.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The old man roared with all his strength, trying to kill Qingwan.

Unfortunately, even with all his strength, he can't shake Qingwan.

With just a casual blow, she completely suppressed the old man, and was almost wiped out.

This made everyone sure that Qing Wan was really a powerhouse in the fifth realm!

The old man also confirmed that, although unbelievable, it was the truth and no one could deny it.

"You are defeated, and since then, you have become a vassal of my Wuqing tribe!"

Qing Wan raised her eyebrows and exhaled, and wanted to laugh happily.

Ling Xian didn't feel anything.

For him, everything that happened here was like playing a house, and any life-and-death battle was just a child's farce.

"I lost, I actually lost..."

The old man lost his soul, and when he thought that the Qinggui tribe would become a vassal of the Wuqing tribe, it was difficult for him to accept it.

However, whether it is the rules or the sunny evening, he cannot shake it.

"She is actually a member of the Wuqing tribe. As far as I know, she is one of the weakest tribes, if not the weakest tribe in Qianshan Jungle."

"Unbelievable, such a weak tribe has actually given birth to a fifth-level powerhouse!"

"After this battle, Qianshan Jungle has another overlord!"

There was a lot of discussion, some shocked, some scared, and some doubts.

It's too abnormal. An extremely weak tribe suddenly gave birth to a fifth-level powerhouse, which is inconceivable in itself.

"It seems that the Wuqing tribe got an adventure..."

The sturdy man's tiger eyes narrowed, and the idea of ​​​​snatching was moved.

However, he wasn't sure about Qing Wan's strength, so he didn't attack on the spot.

"I'll give you three days to bring all the clansmen to the Wuqing tribe, otherwise, don't blame me for massacres."

Qing Wan's pretty face was cold, then she looked at Ling Xian, like an iceberg thawing, and smiled sweetly: "Let's go, let's go back and celebrate with the clan."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled lightly and planned to refuse.

His injury is almost healed, and there is no need to return to the Wuqing tribe.

However, just as Ling Xian was about to leave, the sturdy man spoke first.

"A hero is a boy, I don't know how you call it?"

"Sunny night." The girl was startled.

"Good name, I have ordered someone to prepare a banquet, I wonder if your Excellency would like to show your face?" The sturdy man smiled.