Chapter 1796: Quota Competition

Hearing the scolding of the Creator of the Seven Tribulations, the monks who knew Ning Qi's identity suddenly became extremely strange, and looked at the Creator of the Seven Tribulations with pity.

"It turned out to be Huo Qingyang, the Hundred Miles Divine Fist. I heard earlier that he is crazy. Sometimes he doesn't even pay attention to the Creator of the Eight Tribulations. Sure enough, he is really crazy."

"He's going to hit the iron board this time, let senior Ning go, haha, it's a big face."

They gloated at the Creator of the Seven Tribulations.

But more monks glanced at Huo Qingyang and looked at Ning Qi and the others with a disdainful sneer. Some people said sarcastically: "The creators of five or six calamities, well, there are many creators of the first calamity, and the creators of the second calamity. There are even cultivators in the Dharma Aspect Realm, where did this beggar come from, do you really think that after the gamble war is over, everyone can come here to receive the teachings of the Impassable Divine Stone?"

When the villagers of Yunqi Village heard the words, they showed a trace of anger on their faces, but Wang Lin and his wife were very calm, looking at the monks in front of them with a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.

"The time for ten breaths is coming soon, if you don't get out, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Huo Qingyang said coldly.

"Senior Huo, you don't have to be polite to them. Didn't some people die when the Divine Stone of Desperation appeared? These guys rushed up in a daze, and they deserve to die. If Senior Huo is too lazy to do it, I can do it for you!"

A handsome young monk said with a smile.

"Okay, you go and kill them all."

Huo Qingyang nodded lightly.

The young monk was slightly stunned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Although he was the Creator of the Six Tribulations, the opponent also had the Creator of the Six Tribulations. Huo Qingyang asked him to take action, apparently because he wanted to use the opponent's hand to get rid of himself. Another one came out. Thinking of this, the young monk let out a sneer, snapped his fingers lightly, and several Creators of the Six Trials stood up. The young monk smiled at them and said, "Brothers, let's go up together!" Bar?"

"good."

The Creators of the Six Tribulations smiled and nodded, and then they let out a long howl chicly, and they came towards Ning Qi through the air.

A cold light flashed in Ning Zi's eyes, and with a slight movement of his figure, he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already above those young monks.

"So fast?"

There was a hint of shock in the eyes of those young monks. Before they could react, the wings on Ning Zi's back slowly spread, like a blade, swept across the bodies of those young monks, with a soft pop Suddenly, the monks on the bronze platform saw those young monks who were sure to win, turned into a pool of rotten meat and fell to the ground.

Spike!

It is also the Creator of the Six Tribulations, how many people teamed up and were instantly killed?

They looked at Ning Zi with a look of horror.

"It's interesting. No wonder you dare to come here. You are indeed qualified to accept the teaching of the Impassable Divine Stone here, but the others still have to get out. Otherwise, I will do it myself and suppress you together."

Huo Qingyang looked at Ning Zi and smiled, a gleam flashed in his eyes. Ning Zi's appearance is excellent, and he has such fighting power, which made him a little moved.

At this moment, dozens of figures came through the air and appeared on the bronze platform. When Huo Qingyang and others saw the group of people, their expressions suddenly changed.

Huo Qingyang, who was still full of madness, stepped forward together with other monks to salute, "I've seen Senior Feng..."

Feng Qingxue, who ranked second in the combat power list!

As well as the existence of several other top 50 combat power list, they have been in the desperate situation of death for many years, Huo Qingyang and others have seen it before, so they naturally recognized it at a glance.

"Um."

Feng Qingxue nodded lightly, and when his eyes glanced at Ning Qi, his brows frowned slightly. Behind him, a top 50 existence in the combat power list looked at Ning Qi, and couldn't help but said: "How many times?" Hundreds of people? There are also monks in the Faxiang Realm? When did the teaching skills of the Impassable Divine Stone become so worthless?"

"Seniors, we are preparing to drive them away."

Huo Qingyang said quickly.

"In addition to them, you are also here, more than a thousand creators? Are you kidding, those with low cultivation levels will go away!"

Another existence in the top fifty of the combat power list said coldly.

Those monks who had been lucky, after hearing this sentence, showed a sneer on their faces, and prepared to leave on their own, lest the other party make a move, and their lives might not be saved at that time.

"Huh? Sakyamuni and the others are here too."

Feng Qingxue's eyes suddenly froze, and looking into the distance, he saw six figures galloping towards and landed on the bronze platform. They were Grandma Long and Shakya Wunian.

"Grandma Long, why don't you see Brother Han and the others?"

Feng Qingxue smiled.

The group of top 50 existences behind him in the combat power list, after seeing Grandma Long and others, had a sneer in their eyes. Headed by Feng Qingxue, another small group will be formed.

"They were unlucky and died in the desperate battlefield."

Grandma Long said lightly.

"That's such a pity. Even Lei Huang and the others are dead this time? I wonder what happened to this big game?"

Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, although he said it was a pity, but the monks around clearly felt that Feng Qingxue was gloating.

"Hehe, we don't know too well."

Grandma Long smiled.

"Hey, are you deaf, why don't you get out? Do you want me to suppress it myself?"

At this time, Feng Qingxue, who was one of the top 50 in the combat power list behind him, noticed that Ning Qi and the others hadn't left the bronze platform by themselves, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face, and he scolded.

When Grandma Long and the others saw this scene, their expressions suddenly became extremely strange.

"Young Master Ning, we have brought three people this time, so there should be enough seats, right?"

Grandma Long looked at Ning Qi and smiled.

"There are four hundred and eighty-five people on my side, including the six of you, it is indeed enough. I thought there would be at least a dozen of you coming."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

Seeing this scene, the monks on the bronze platform suddenly showed a look of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. They looked at Ning Qi and then at Grandma Long, and the scene was quiet for a while.

"Master Ning? Surnamed Ning?"

Could it be...

Feng Qingxue's expression changed slightly, but the Creator of the Eight Tribulations who scolded Ning Qi didn't seem to have reacted yet, and planned to scold Ning Qi again, but Feng Qingxue reached out and stopped him. He looked at Feng Qingxue inexplicably, not knowing Why did he stop himself, but then, he heard Feng Qingxue look at Ning Qi solemnly, and said, "Is Your Excellency... Ning Beixuan?"