Chapter 945 Who Said I Want to Fight You?

Qilinzi crossed his arms and glanced at Liu Cheng: "Did Tao Tao admit it?"

Liu Cheng paused and smiled slightly, "At least it's better than you, an old bastard who has disappeared for more than ten years."

Qilinzi kept his gentle smile: "I'm younger than you, so don't be jealous of me."

Liu Cheng...! !

Show your face!

Xiangyumen heard the roar of laughter from the people around him, and a smile appeared on his slightly gloomy face, with resentment and murderous intent, "Exterminate the corpse lineage, Xiangyumen! According to the rules of the world, I can propose to Xuanmen Challenge, life or death. If I win, your seats in the Metaphysics Association will belong to my lineage of corpse chasers!"

Fight to the death!

My colleagues in the metaphysical community couldn't help but frown when they heard this.

Few people propose a life-and-death fight, but once it is proposed, it must be fought with one's life.

It will never stop unless one party dies.

The celebrities who were watching continued to watch the show with great interest.

Qi Zhi leaned slightly closer to Yan Tao's ear and lowered his voice and said, "Sect Master, the magic weapon used to drive away corpses is the soul bell. It was originally used to drive away corpses. It can attack people's brains and create hallucinations. They can also The method of driving corpses is considered to be relatively mysterious among the metaphysics sects. We in the metaphysics rarely deal with him, and we are afraid that we will suffer a loss if we get together."

Young Master Yan squinted his eyes, suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and raised his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Opposite Xiang Yumen let out a sinister laugh. He stayed up day and night all year round. His complexion was pale and pale, and he was so thin that his cheekbones protruded. He looked very scary.

"Yellow-haired boy, if you don't have the guts to be afraid of death, just kowtow and kneel down in front of me. Maybe I will reluctantly let you go!"

Xiangyumen spoke arrogantly, and the Xuanmen disciples who heard this couldn't help but clenched their fists and glared at him angrily.

"Little Lord--"

Young Master Yan raised her hand, her handsome face glowing with coldness in the sunlight. She smiled lightly and said in an arrogant manner, "You are not qualified to die in my hands."

The young man stood erect, and when he said this, his whole body was filled with arrogance.

Everyone looked at the Xiangyu Gate and then at the young man: Well, it is indeed more pleasing to the eye.

"Then come!"

Xiangyumen snorted coldly and strode onto the high platform.

The area on the high platform is very large, almost like a fighting platform.

In fact, the competition was taken into consideration when the stage was built.

Xiang Yumen took off a string of black wind chimes from his waist.

The wind chimes are strung with red ropes, and three small simple bells hang on top. The bells are covered with words engraved all over.

"let's start!"

Xiang Yumen showed a sinister and cold look.

If he can step on the Xuanmen Sect Master and ascend to the throne, the reputation of his corpse-killing lineage will definitely rise to the next level!

Thinking like this, the blood in Xiangyumen's whole body seemed to boil, and the fighting spirit gradually surged. The young man opposite took a long step and actually walked down the high platform.

"Who said I want to fight you?"

The young man turned his eyes to Xiangyu Gate and motioned for Qi Zhi to come down together.

Everyone was confused. What did Yan Tao want to do?

Does she want the disciples below to fight with the Xiangyu Sect?

When such thoughts arise, people from various metaphysics sects can’t help but show contempt in their eyes: Do you want the disciples to be used as cannon fodder?

Xiang Yumen thinks the same way. His goal today is Yan Tao!

No matter what, he couldn't let him escape. Just as he was about to issue a provocation, the young man in the audience curled his lips, stretched out his slender jade-like fingers, and snapped his fingers, "Irus, come on!"

"Yes, young master!"