Chapter 2699

In the valley, the vigorous wind rages, and the magic Qi rolls like clouds.

Yang Xu sat on a black stone, his face as plain as water, and there was no one around him.

Hoo!

A figure suddenly appeared, shrouded in a breath of time and space fluctuations, and it was the son of madness.

"Are you not afraid of being followed by people?"

Yangxu looks at the crazy son.

The crazy son couldn't help laughing:

"Master, don't worry. I've lost all my little tails. Why are you here?"

Yang Xu did not answer, but said:

"Tell me all the information you have collected recently... Oh, by the way, let's talk about the Pluto first."

Yang Xu's eyes flashed slightly when he thought of the fat man, the only exception among the beautiful men and women of the Ming family.

As he expected.

Soon Yang Xu heard what he was interested in:

"Do you mean that the Taotie family with ancient magic blood has been swallowed up by the Ming family? The blood of the Taotie family has been eaten by the Ming family?"

A trace of gloom flashed across his face.

The crazy son couldn't help but feel uneasy and wonder how the master would care so much about this Taotie family?

"Master, the Taotie clan has been annexed by the Ming clan for nearly 300 years. According to the information I recently collected, the only Taotie clan who still has Taotie pure blood is a little fat man. By the way, he will also participate in tomorrow's Changsheng cave ten clan competition."

Yangxu nodded, and some were sure:

No wonder when I met the fat man of the Ming nationality, I felt some inexplicable feeling. It should be the gluttonous blood in his body, which is somewhat similar to that of Lao Fei.

However, Lao Fei's gluttonous blood has been cultivated to the point of gluttonous divine blood by Lao Fei, which is different from that little fat man.

"Fortunately, I came to Changsheng cave in advance. Otherwise, there would be something wrong with Lao Fei's descendants' blood. I really have no face to face him."

Fortunately, since the identity of the other party has been confirmed, everything is still in time.

Just when he was chatting with Lao Fei, Lao Fei told himself a lot about his cultivation methods.

He even arranged a strengthening method of gluttonous divine blood for him. Yang Xu remembered every word.

"The blood of Taotie family can grow to the extent that it can feed on heaven and earth. We can't just cut it off. Go to contact the little fat man tomorrow. I hope the qualification is not too poor."

A wisp of fine light flashed in Yangxu's eyes.

"What about the lotus family? Can you hear the existence of the whirling sacred tree?"

Yang Xu asked.

The crazy son's eyes suddenly lit up:

"This is exactly what I want to report to the master! Master, I heard that the whirling divine tree power is extremely extraordinary and can even breed whirling pure land..."

The next day.

Changsheng cave, floating city.

Dabi of the ten nationalities is the ten strongest forces in Changsheng cave. The way of resource allocation is determined by competition ranking.

The place of Bidou is in the Colosseum in the middle of the floating city.

Floating city is a city suspended in the sky. It is said that it was once a superb Taoist weapon. Somehow, it slowly evolved into a floating city.

In the center of the city is a huge square Colosseum, 500 meters square, with blood stains on the ground.

There are protective array lines around the Colosseum, which can resist the energy afterwaves of duelers.

Outside the protective array, there are audience seats, enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people to watch.

At dawn, the Colosseum was already full. No matter those who came to enjoy the ten ethnic war or gamble, they all focused on the three-day duel.

The first day is the preliminary competition. After eliminating half of the contestants, the knockout competition will be held the next day, and then eliminate half of the contestants to get the preliminary ranking.

The final is the final, catch and fight, and get the final ranking by points, so as to determine the resource allocation scheme.

The competition of the demon clan is very rough. The competition rules and referees are often all visible, but there can be no black box operation.

After all, there are so many viewers watching. None of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

If you can't convince the public, it will definitely cause public anger. The audience in the audience rushed up to kill the black whistle referee. It hasn't never happened.

With the foundation laid by the crazy son these days, it is easy to buy a seat in the front of the audience.

But in order to avoid exposing Yang Xu's identity, he did not sit with Yang Xu.

But when the crazy son appeared in the audience, it still inevitably caused a commotion.

Yang Xu was not far away from him. Seeing this behind the scenes, he couldn't help laughing:

"It seems that the crazy son has attracted many small fans."

It can be used!

Yang Xu raised his eyes to the challenge arena and saw the fat man who took the lead on behalf of the Ming nationality.

Looking at the round face, Yangxu felt more and more like old fat.

At the same time, he also noticed that in the corner, he looked up at himself. It was the handsome leader of the Styx.

"Did the boy notice me? Because I paid too much attention to the little fat man?"

Yangxu's heart moved.

"Yang Xu, the boy sent a little fat man to fight first. Is he testing you?"

The voice of the ancient god tower sounded in Yangxu's mind.

Yang Xu's look was very flat without any change:

"It doesn't matter whether you try or not. Anyway, you have to contact the Pluto sooner or later. He wants to try there. It's up to him."

Yangxu will never change what he has made up his mind because of any external force.

However, the Pluto boy is trying to test anything, which can't stop Yang Xu's plan.

If they stop themselves.

It doesn't matter. Just kill it.

If the whole Pluto opposes, destroy the whole Pluto!

Even if he pulled out the intertwined forces such as Changsheng cave, Yang Xu was not afraid, not to mention a mere Ming nationality?

"Eh, the little fat man is on the stage. Is this the blood of Taotie? It's a little bad."

The ancient pagoda sighed.

On the Colosseum, the little fat man of the Ming nationality held a huge mace. In addition, there was no other magic weapon, because his clothes were very cool.

His opponent was a bat cultivator. Two black flying swords were suspended in front of him, with cold light.

At the beginning of the battle, the little fat man's body suddenly enlarged, ten meters high, and the huge mace in his hand changed a lot.

It looks very powerful.

Yangxu shook his head when he saw it:

The little fat man is too weak. There are no treasures, no magical powers, and even the advantage of gluttonous blood has not been brought into play.

Can the Taotie clan be so bad that they can't find a decent blood skill to practice for him?

Boom!

In the Colosseum, a little fat man like a giant, clumsily waved a mace and smashed it at the bat sword repair, but unexpectedly it hit an empty hole.

It caused a burst of laughter among the people present.