Chapter 3038 The Arrogant Fat Man

Above the Heaven Realm, the three battlefields were fiercely fought, not to mention the earth shattering, but that was pretty much it.

Battles between strong men in the late stages of the Great Emperor Realm and above can easily destroy most of the world, and only a world like Jiuyou Star can withstand it.

"Who do you think will win these three games?" Some of the human monks asked worriedly.

"Zhan Huangtian, as a person blessed by God, will naturally not lose, but if he wants to win, it is basically impossible. After all, he is only at the late stage of the Great Emperor Realm."

"That fat man seems to be Xiao Fan's brother. He has good strength. There should be hope of victory, but I don't think it is very big. But Yu Wanjian, I think he will win."

"If Yu Wanjian can't win, then our human race will definitely lose in this competition."

The human monks were all worried, and many even expressed lamentations. In their opinion, it was still too difficult to win.

Hearing this, Guan Xiaoqi secretly sighed inwardly. He looked at a human monk next to him with confusion and said, "Brother, what is the battle of luck?"

The man in white robe turned his head and looked at Guan Xiaoqi with a strange expression, as if, besides, you don’t even know this?

"Brother, don't blame me. I'm just an ordinary regional monk. I was lucky enough to be able to enter the ancient trial path of the human race. I don't know much about the rules here." Guan Xiaoqi said with a look of shame.

It's not that he is lying, it's that he really doesn't understand, but it is related to the destiny of the human race, and he has to worry about it. This is the most basic responsibility as a human monk.

The white-robed man nodded and explained: "Although the dispute over luck sounds illusory, it has existed since ancient times and is real."

"I would like to hear the details." Guan Xiaoqi said solemnly, with a humble look on his face asking for advice.

The man in white robe pondered for a while, then raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said: "You can think of the luck between heaven and earth as a pie, and the monks of all races are the ones who divide the pie. Whoever is stronger will naturally get more. Lots of bread.”

Guan Xiaoqi frowned, but he understood something in his heart. However, how could they, the monks of the Great Emperor Realm, represent the entire human race?

"Are you thinking that there are only tens of thousands of us at best, which is completely negligible compared to the hundreds of billions of humans, so how can we represent the human race, right?" The man in white robe looked at Guan Xiaoqi's doubts disappeared.

Guan Xiaoqi nodded, that was indeed what he was thinking, and then the man in white robe said again: "Then do you think we, the people, can destroy the three thousand realms of the human race?"

Hearing this, Guan Xiaoqi fell into deep thought, and after a long time he said: "If there were no strong men in the Saint Emperor Realm to take action, tens of thousands of Great Emperor Realms would be enough to sweep across the three thousand realms of the human race."

Guan Xiaoqi had carefully considered this point. If there were tens of thousands of powerful Emperor Realm warriors swarming in, they would be like locusts crossing the border, without even a single blade of grass growing.

However, it would be impossible to destroy the Three Thousand Realms of the Human Race if a strong person in the Saint Emperor Realm intervened to stop it.

"We people may not be able to destroy the three thousand domains of the human race, but we are the mainstay of the human race. Most of the luck is carried on us. If we all lose, the loss of luck will be a terrifying amount." The man in white robe shook his head. He shook his head, said nothing more, and continued to pay attention to the battle in the sky.

Guan Xiaoqi was silent. He understood the explanation of the man in white robe. Even if they could not represent the human race, they could still represent the generation of the human race.

If these people all fail, it will be the same as the failure of this generation of Great Emperor Realm monks in the human race. At that time, their luck will be lost.

"This foreigner is really well-calculated. He actually wants to take away the luck of our generation." Guan Xiaoqi took a deep breath, with a cold light blooming in his eyes.

boom!

A moment later, a stream of light shot down from the sky and hit a mountain range, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Too weak." At this time, an indifferent voice sounded from high in the sky, but it was Ma Ruming standing in the sky, indifferently overlooking the mountains and forests below.

"Defeated?" The face of the human monk changed drastically. Ma Ruming was here, but where was Yu Wanjian who was fighting with him?

The result is self-evident, although the human monks are not willing to believe this result.

Yu Wanjian, who ranked second on the list of 100 kills, was also defeated by a foreign monk. Is this generation of the human race really so unbearable?

"Ahem~" A soft cough came from the forest, but Yu Wanjian, whose white robe was stained with blood, rose into the sky again. His robe was a little tattered, and his hair was a little messy, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.

"Another one who isn't afraid of death?" Ma Ruming sneered, not taking Yu Wanjian into consideration at all.

The talents of the two are similar, and even Yu Wanjian is a little stronger, but he is a small level stronger than Yu Wanjian. This is an unbridgeable gap.

It is basically impossible for Yu Wanjian to defeat him.

"Bang bang bang!" Just when Ma Ru was meditating and about to take action, there were explosions in the sky. He looked up suddenly and gasped.

The crowd was also attracted by the sound high in the sky. They showed doubts at first, but when they saw the scene high in the sky, the corners of their mouths suddenly twitched.

High in the sky, Nangong Xiaoxiao, dressed in white robe, kicked Lan Que, who had transformed into his true form, in the face, as if throwing a sandbag.

With each kick, there was a sound of bones cracking in Lan Que's head.

The most important thing is that a lot of Lan Lin fell off Lan Que's body, revealing his bloody body, which looked extremely miserable.

At the peak of the great emperor realm, he was ravaged by a human monk?

If they didn't see it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.

With a bang, Lan Que's body was smashed into the ancient city like meat!

"If I say I'll peel off your skin, I'll peel off your skin. Don't believe it!" Nangong Xiaoxiao said coldly, standing in the air and looking coldly at the large pit with rolling dust below.

Hearing this, the monks around him couldn't help but shudder. They recalled the scene where they had just seen Lan Que, and felt a little frightened in their hearts.

No wonder Lan Que was covered in blood. It turned out that this fat man had his skin peeled off?

Damn, it’s so scary!

"Yu Wanjian, Brother Yu? I'm addicted to peeling skin today, how about you give this to me?" Suddenly, Nangong Xiaoxiao turned her eyes to Yu Wanjian in the distance and said.

Addicted to peeling?

When the crowd heard this, they all looked at Nangong Xiaoxiao in shock.

When Yu Wanjian heard this, he glanced at Nangong Xiaoxiao gratefully. He naturally knew that Nangong Xiaoxiao was giving him a step down.

With his strength, he was not Ma Ruming's opponent just now, and he is even less likely to be his opponent next time. If Nangong Xiaoxiao intervenes rashly, Yu Wanjian may be extremely unhappy.

But Nangong Xiaoxiao saved him face by saying this, so naturally he would not refuse, nodded and said: "Okay!"

"Thank you very much." Nangong Xiaoxiao laughed loudly, and rushed forward with the Heavenly Halberd in hand: "You can eat donkey meat hot pot again today."