Chapter 8081: Others Fight to Death, While Brother Ye Drinks Tea

Fear! Frustrated! Uncomfortable! Unwilling! Trembling!

Many negative emotions exploded in the hearts of the remaining thirty-five dry gods!

They felt the favoritism of the three masters Tianmu towards the so-called "Maple Leaf Pill God".

It was extremely strong and undisguised!

But what could they do? ?

The boiling murderous intent and evil spirit belonging to Wang Su Lao were like a stormy wave!

So, they could only endure it, because they had no qualifications to resist!

For a while, the atmosphere became extremely dull, and no dry god dared to say a word.

Even if they were extremely angry about the "Maple Leaf Pill God" in their hearts, they didn't dare to look at Ye Wuque even for a moment!

Seeing that the remaining thirty-five dry gods turned into quails again, they were silent, and Wang Su Lao smiled coldly.

Ye Wuque, who was sitting upright, had a blank expression on his face. He was not surprised by the initiative of Tianmu and the other three people to show goodwill and directly decide a quota. At the same time, he did not feel the slightest apology for the remaining Qianshen.

Because, if he also participated in the next ring match, it would really be a dimensionality reduction attack on the remaining 35 Qianshen.

Immediately, I saw that Tianmu pointed his finger at an empty space in the Anjingjing Realm!

Swish!

With the faint glitter of light, I saw a huge ring rising from the ground and condensing rapidly.

"All Qianshen, two by two, the survival of the fittest, according to the random order of numbers, finally, advance to the end, and decide the strongest four people, who will get the remaining four quotas." Tianmu's cold voice sounded, and he pointed again.

Suddenly, the light flowed, and in front of all the Qianshen, it condensed into a ball of light.

Swish!

Thirty-six rays of light shone out from the light ball, and sprinkled on the thirty-six dry gods respectively, and stained their bodies, each of them became a number, from one to thirty-six.

Immediately afterwards, the light source in the void shone again, and it seemed that there was a disorderly flicker of light, and finally two numbers were swallowed and spit out.

Number six.

Number twenty-one.

Obviously, these are the two dry gods who need to duel in the first round.

The two dry gods, who were facing each other, immediately flew out and landed directly on the huge arena, facing each other from a distance.

"The rules of the battle are also very simple."

The cold voice of Lord Tianmu continued to sound.

"That is, there are no rules."

"No matter what means or methods you use, as long as you can make the opponent lose the qualification to stand up in the end, it's fine."

"Use any means, regardless of life or death."

"The ancient world only needs... strong people!"

The rules fell from the mouth of Lord Tianming with a kind of superiority and cruelty, and there was no doubt about it.

Whether it was the two Qian Gods on the stage or almost all the Qian Gods below the stage, their expressions changed again, and their eyes became captivating.

There were no extra words, nor any accumulation of strength.

Boom!!

On the huge stage, the two Qian Gods burst out with terrifying momentum and stood together in an instant!

Two territories emerged from nowhere, bringing great power and began to show their power!

Fifty thousand feet of territory!

This is the minimum standard for Qian Gods who are eligible to participate in the "Ancient Realm Selection".

But even this so-called minimum standard, looking at the entire Infinite World, is definitely considered a top powerhouse!

Once a Qian God of this level bursts out all his power, it is completely destructive and unparalleled, enough to cause irreversible damage to many Infinite Worlds.

But this "Anjingjing Realm" is extremely special. It is obviously a specially opened world, extremely stable, and can accommodate even the duel of powerful Qian Gods.

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Just at the beginning, the battle was like white-hot!

Under the ring, almost all the gods were watching the two gods fighting.

Only one person...

Always lying on the ground, with one hand on his chin, as if he was still sleeping, it was naturally the man with the silver mask.

He seemed like an outsider, quite strange.

On the other side.

I don't know when Wang Su Lao took out a set of exquisite tea sets, and then a bunch of high-quality tea leaves, and just brewed tea without paying attention to others.

Soon, the fragrance of tea spread and the water vapor surged.

After Wang Su Lao went through the process of the tea ceremony, he finally brewed four cups of brightly colored and fragrant tea.

The first cup was respectfully handed to Lord Tianmu.

"Yun Su Lao, I won't be polite with you, you do it yourself." Wang Su Lao looked at Yun Su Lao and muttered.

Yun Su Lao also smiled faintly, seemed to be in a good mood, and took a cup on his own initiative.

And the remaining fourth cup...

When Wang Su Lao was about to show off, his other hand was faster than him.

Lord Tianmu raised the fourth cup directly, and then walked to Ye Wuque with a smile on his face and handed it to Ye Wuque personally.

"Maple Leaf Alchemy God, come, have a cup of tea."

"The ring battle will take a long time, I need to trouble you to wait patiently for a while, please forgive me, just treat it as a show and relax!"

Hearing this, Ye Wuque immediately took the teacup and said with a smile: "Thank you Lord Tianmu, it doesn't matter if I wait a while, anyway I'm free."

After taking the teacup, Ye Wuque took a sip, and then his eyes lit up slightly: "Good tea!"

"Wang Su Lao's attainments in tea ceremony are so high!"

Hearing Ye Wuque's praise, Wang Su Lao smiled like a spring breeze: "Thank you for the praise of Maple Leaf Alchemy God. I didn't expect that my little tricks would one day attract the attention of an Alchemy God. It's worth my life, worth my life..."

The whole Anjingjing Realm looked very weird at this moment!

On this side, three ancient world creatures surrounded Ye Wuque, and even took the trouble to make tea by themselves, and Lord Tianming personally handed tea to them, focusing on a happy atmosphere.

On the other side, on the ring, two dry gods fought to death, and had already started to fight desperately, with blood flowing like a river, bloody and cruel!

The dry gods under the stage all looked solemn, their eyes kept flickering, and there was shock, fear, helplessness, and frustration in their eyes...

Obviously, that guy, like all of them, came from the infinite world to participate in the ancient world selection, how could he suddenly become a guest of honor of the ancient world creatures? ?

What did he do? ?

Now, it was like an outsider watching the show.

This strong contrast and the impact formed by the support seemed quite ironic!

Time began to pass.

The winner would eventually be decided.

Round 1.

Round 2.

Round 3.

…

There were many dry gods being eliminated, and at the same time, there were many dry gods winning and advancing to the next round.

The winners were full of vigor, even if they were covered in blood, they seemed to see hope.

Until a certain moment.

"Round 18."

The light shone, and the last round of the first stage finally began.

The last two dry gods were left.

Number 3.

Number 18.

A tall figure jumped onto the stage. It was a powerful dry god, and he was number 3.

And number 18...

All the dry gods immediately looked in the direction of the light ball and looked at the owner of number 18. It was the silver-masked man who was lying on the ground and sleeping all the time!